Head into the city center

You leave the train as soon as the last stop arrived. It was time to move on, even in your now cream covered self. The sticky white liquid was still in your hands, still fresh even as you got out to head for the staircase along with the rest of the commuters. There were significantly more people here, and even more so as you enter the CBD. The cars. The pedestrians. The wide laned streets. The parks. The cafes, malls and office buildings. Just the way you remembered it on a late morning day before you were transformed. As soon as you were there, you attracted the same kind of attention as in the station. There was whistling all around you and wolfish stares, but there was nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. This was what you are now, and you appreciated the attentions.