Walking through the woods without a trail was already difficult when you were a guy. Now you're having an even worse time of it. Your progress is markedly slower in your sandals and somewhat weaker body. The girl you were transformed into apparently didn't get a lot of exercise. To hinder matters further, your kimono wraps your legs so tight you can't make very wide strides.
You trudge through the woods for a good ten minutes, failing to spot anything man-made. Not even stone markers or litter, which parks usually had in abundance.
You've slung your hair over your arm to keep it from getting dirty and tangled, but that occupies one of your best tools to maintain balance in your clumsy body. You still haven't gotten used to your shorter height, the weight of your breasts, or the movements of your female muscles, and you hope you won't get a chance to.
Your sandal steps on a large fallen branch, causing it to roll and throw you into the air. You land on your ample buttocks and black hair falls over your face.
You sit on the forest floor, shaking your head. You pound the ground with small fists. "What he HELL?!" you scream.
You silently tell yourself you have to keep going. Strange, confusing, and aggravating as it is, your situation won't get better if you don't press forward and find some help. Carefully, you rise to your feet. You brush off the twigs and dirt clinging to your kimono and brush your hair behind your ears. It obediently stays there, not falling back in front of your eyes. At least it's straight and manageable, you think. Curls would have been a nightmare.
You try to figure out the direction you'd been going in. Peering through the thick trees around you, something in the distance catches your eye.