Mannerisms indeed…

I felt… odd after I drank it. Certainly I couldn’t jump any higher than I could before. The only differences I noticed were being kind of cold and kind of uncomfortable.

It wasn’t until I looked down that I saw what my fate was to be. I was wearing a black bunny suit and heels, I looked like one of the harlots that worked at the bunny brothels in town. Though it’s just clothes right how bad could it be.

I look in the mirror confirmed my fears, white bunny ears sticking up from my head. No doubt the lump on my back was from a fluffy bunny tail. Nothing separated me from those harlots except location and occupation at this point.

I did the logical thing and took off the bunny suit to dress a bit more casually but the second I put the new dress on *Poof* I was right back in a bunny suit, this time a pink one.

I didn’t have any cleansing potions or the reagents to make one so I’d have to travel to town buy one or travel the country side to get the reagents. Both carry their risks; the city would be unforgiving to a lost bunny who looks like a brothels back girl and the country side is filled with dangers like monsters, bandits, and people I know who could see me like this.