On her side, the new tail making laying on her back uncomfortable, the now-reptilian Anna admired herself as she came to a decision. This, was the way she’d remain, for now. And with that settled, it was time to work on a new wardrobe. Picking up her still-filthy jeans, she said:
“I wish that these jeans, and all my other clothes will fit me as I currently am.”
The jean legs widened as a new hole developed, one large enough to let her tail slip through snugly, as she found when she slipped them back on, the wet patches and lumps of shit feeling weird, yet good on her legs and crotch, as she closed it front and back. Next was a simple cream turtleneck sweater, and the way her nipples caught the thick cotton made her giggle as she pulled it over. A pair of sturdy heeled boots that came to her knees finished off her dress as she was ready to head out, handbag around her shoulder.
“Time to see what I can really do with this Ring.” Anna remarked as she went out to the warm evening sun.
The first ten minutes or so of her stroll were quite peaceful, not many out on the streets right now, and those that were commenting neither on her scales or the fact that she had very clearly soiled herself. Even able to queue for a drink without the other handful of shoppers paying attention to the smell that came from her.
Soon enough though, the cooled down liquid that clung to her jeans was feeling cold and clammy now, not nearly as good as it had before. An easy enough fix.
“I wish my bladder was full.” Anna whispered when she was certain that she wouldn’t be overheard.
The need to let it out came as soon as she’d finished speaking, opening on its own as it always did, straight into the already-wet material and pouring down her legs and off while she forced herself to keep walking. The liquid on it warmed again, she smiled to herself as she found herself almost at the beach with the sun slipping under the horizon.
There weren’t many out now, but Anna did spot an on-duty policewoman in uniform and on foot patrol, heading along the beach in her direction. The other side a young man in a biker getup given the heavy boots and leather jacket that Anna could see. She could always pick one of them for some additional experimental fun, or keep to herself for now. This was what she was asking herself as she stood just where the sand began, squeezing her buttocks to press her shit into her a little bit more.