Mary decided that if she was going to be an ottsel, then she should at least be comfortable as an ottsel.
Not that she needed them with the fur covering any suggestible bits and all that, but Mary wanted some new clothes to cover herself. Clothing is a symbol of humanity and a statement about a person's personality.
Mary grabbed her purse from the coffee table in the living room and found that with the straps on it, the purse could be worn as a backpack on her new smaller frame. Not wanting to leave the box of vials behind, she stuffed into the pack. The ottsel-sized backpack wasn't all that heavy with the box stuffed into it.
She headed toward the door and with a leap, turned the door handle and stepped outside.
Mary didn't have a car, so she didn't have to worry about figuring out how to drive one at her size. Mary rode the bus and knew there would be one headed toward the mall. She pulled her cell phone out of her pack and checked the time against the bus schedule to see that one should be coming shortly. Before she could even put it away, the bus was pulling up.
The doors of the bus hissed open and Mary hopped on board. The bus driver looked down at the ottsel standing on the steps of the bus and shook his head, thinking that he was finally loosing it. Despite the weirdness of the situation, Mary pulled out her Bus Pass and presented it to the driver. The driver looked at the pass and then at Mary and then back at the pass.
Mary realized what was wrong.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't look like the picture on the pass, I'm trying out a new look today," Mary giggled.
The driver was almost certain that he was loosing his mind and nodded for Mary to come on through and find a seat. It was a slow day so the bus was fairly empty, save for one old man asleep at the back of the bus. Mary walked over to the first seat available, jumped on to it being mindful of her tail and let her feet swing off the edge of the seat.
In lue of being an ottsel, the ride to the mall was quiet and rather uneventful, save for the driver occasionally staring at Mary to make sure she wasn't a hallucination.
The bus pulled into the mall parking lot and stopped at the South Entrance to the shopping plaza. Mary thanked the bus driver, but before the bus driver would open the door, her turned to Mary.
He hesitated a bit and then asked her a question, "Um... Miss... Are- Are you some kind of animal?"
"Why, yes. Yes, I am." Mary responded.
"Alright, just making sure." The bus driver opened the door and Mary hopped out of the bus and she could hear the box of vials clank a bit in her pack. She stood in front of the doors to the mall, which seemed much, much larger now.
"Well, let's find me something to wear" Mary thought.
The automatic doors of the mall swooshed open and Mary stepped inside.