Eventually, having her entire body exposed to the open air started to give Mary a chill. As she looked for things to do around the house, she also found it uncomfortable to sit down in chairs with her bare bottom and back rubbing against the abbrasive upholsery. Strangely enough, she didn't mind the increased pressure from her udder whenever she sat. Her legs were forced apart to let the udder rest freely on the seat, and the feeling of its flesh forced against a surface was more amusingly unusual than painful.
Even so, she figured it was finally time to put some clothes on. Her attempt at panties ended in failure, as the udder fell below her waistline and none of her underwear or pants could accomodate it. "At least I can put on some socks," she thought. Dressing above the belt went as normal. She strapped on a bra and a pink tee shirt that was designed to reveal her navel. She turned the air conditioning down several degrees to compensate for her bare legs.
Then an idea hit her. Animals don't need clothes. Maybe if she chose a vial with a furry animal, she wouldn't need to worry about staying warm.