I haven't said anything, instead I'm simply staring down at myself- those... subtle novel feelings, like something wasn't quite right... like walking around in a new pair of boots that weren't quite the right size? They were present for Layla, always made her feel like she was forgetting something, so she acted always a bit absent minded and air headed.
Those feelings were much more... acute now. My hands- well, not acting on their own, acting under very specific scout and report directives from my mind, wander all over my curves, carefully hefting and cupping my ass- then my breasts- are they properly supported? I, that is to say Layla, was in a hurry when she left the brewery and they certainly don't FEEL properly supported.
In short, I'm quite absorbed with taking stock and analyzing my situation, "Is uh..." I lick my lips- those are new and different too, plump and full- "Is there-" my voice... I may have to practice to get inflection right for a while, with that breathy little rasp... I clear my throat "I uh... is there a mirror?" Layla never thought about it, as of course she would know what she looked like, but I? Well, I'd like a mirror. I'll need much more specific ideas of just what this form is if I'm to understand it sufficiently to hasten the unraveling of this transmutation.