Wandering around the circus looking for an exit, you pass a seemingly constant flow of attractions. Not that you're about to even try one of them - your pants may hide your legs pretty well, but the clopping sound that comes with every step you take still serves as a sobering reminder of just how little "attraction" those things should hold for you. You just ignore them until you find an exit, trying to get used to walking on your new legs as you do, then head out onto the streets so you can start making your way home.
You can't really tell if you're in an area you know or not, the shadows cast in the moonlight making everything seem far different, far more sinister, than it does during the day. Not a single car is driving on the street, not one window in any of the houses is lit, and the silence is almost-
"Hey!"
The shout just about gives you a heart attack, and the shock causes you to wobble on your already unsteady hooves for a moment. You spin around to face a short, fairly attractive blonde woman about your age looking at you a little quizzically, her hands clasped behind her back.
"You know it's about three in the morning, right? What are you doing wandering around this late?"
"Uh..." you say dumbly, hoping she doesn't notice the pair of hooves sticking out of your pantlegs. "I was just..."
She seems to get tired of waiting for you to finish, rolling her eyes before giving an imposing lean in your direction. "Look, it's not safe to be out this late. There's all kinds of... muggers out, and you shouldn't just be wandering around."
"Well, I was... I mean..." you stutter out like an idiot, stumbling across your words as you try to think of some excuse that'll let you get out of here before she notices anything, shuffling in place and rubbing your hooves together nervously. Her eyes look show some sort of confusion as they look down towards them before you can even stop her, the squeak of rubber against rubber drawing her attention. Once she spots your hooves she just looks back up on your face, wearing the same blank, wide-eyed expression as you are. The two of you both start trying to speak, both of you managing about as well as you have since she came along, then she shouts "SHUT UP FOR A SECOND" and you go quiet.
The girl looks around to make sure nobody's seen the two of you, then leans in and speaks in a bit of a low tone even though the two of you are definitely alone. "I guess you saw it too, then. The wolf thing. I don't know what it is, but it came at me about ten minutes ago and tried to get me. Grabbed me by the wrists, but I showed that bastard what's what," she says with a sudden burst of enthusiasm as she swings her foot just short of your balls in demonstration. "Thing is... well, he grabbed me by the wrists." She pulls her arms out from behind her back, revealing a pair of large, apparently useless yellow latex paws in place of her hands. You don't say a word, just nodding sympathetically - you might be the only person on the planet who knows how she feels right now.