[Mindful of her balance now that she knows that seems to be the source of her issues, Hayame is careful when she grabs the cloths, then the slippers. Using the sink again for balance by jamming her hip up against it, she tries to start sorting through things, figuring them out. The stockings are so thin? They're not even opaque... she's afraid to rip them... But... okay...
This is just. It's just a small challenge.]
I shall... Figure it out.
[Once she shrugs out of her robe, the undergown she gets on relatively stress-free, and just... having that on makes her feel immediately more at ease, even if she does recognize that walking in it like that could be a recipe for tripping, considering the difference in height now present between the pair of them. It was so strange to be confronted by it in that way, for it to be that way at all, and before she realized it... She had been staring at her human-shaped feet not moving for a few minutes.
Struggling to shake it off, she finally calls out,]
The gray fits.
[... Hhh! It takes a lot of effort for her to manage the stockings without falling over, eventually relying on sitting on the toilet to pull them on, then shove her feet into the slippers. From outside, Liem might here the sound of pattering as Hayame curiously slaps her now leather-sole-protected feet on the floor a few times. Better...
The trousers, though...
After probably way too long to be able to pretend she had managed dressing herself anything remotely resembling skilled, Hayame totters back into the doorframe. She is dressed (slightly swallowed) in the undergown and cotton shirt, she has the stockings and slippers on, but the trousers... seem to be around her ankles. If she looks a bit embarrassed, well.]
Liem, I do not think they are going to fit...
[She has... hips. And a slight rump. And muscular thighs. And now that she's wrestled herself into them, she has also had some problems getting... out...]
If I wrap my pelt and belt it, perhaps just the grey is enough... ?
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This is just. It's just a small challenge.]
I shall... Figure it out.
[Once she shrugs out of her robe, the undergown she gets on relatively stress-free, and just... having that on makes her feel immediately more at ease, even if she does recognize that walking in it like that could be a recipe for tripping, considering the difference in height now present between the pair of them. It was so strange to be confronted by it in that way, for it to be that way at all, and before she realized it... She had been staring at her human-shaped feet not moving for a few minutes.
Struggling to shake it off, she finally calls out,]
The gray fits.
[... Hhh! It takes a lot of effort for her to manage the stockings without falling over, eventually relying on sitting on the toilet to pull them on, then shove her feet into the slippers. From outside, Liem might here the sound of pattering as Hayame curiously slaps her now leather-sole-protected feet on the floor a few times. Better...
The trousers, though...
After probably way too long to be able to pretend she had managed dressing herself anything remotely resembling skilled, Hayame totters back into the doorframe. She is dressed (slightly swallowed) in the undergown and cotton shirt, she has the stockings and slippers on, but the trousers... seem to be around her ankles. If she looks a bit embarrassed, well.]
Liem, I do not think they are going to fit...
[She has... hips. And a slight rump. And muscular thighs. And now that she's wrestled herself into them, she has also had some problems getting... out...]
If I wrap my pelt and belt it, perhaps just the grey is enough... ?
[Maybe it will just look like a skirt........]