Two thin arms reached foreward and shoved one of the many double-doors that lead to the storehouse open, it didn't appear she struggled with breath, and a curious wonder went about her mind upon the physical characteristics that now had taken hold on her body. A smooth hand went along the saddle, feeling her equine half breath subtily was quite spooky, the hand pulling back with that kind of freakish thought. She shuddered, while walking through the clothing section, stopping at a mirror that stood perfect for a five foot woman, but not of a centaur. She turned in the mirror, examining the angles given and looking at her rear and where the reproductive parts now settled with some might of jealously. "Great, can't even have fun." she muttered, before walking on, looking about for anyone near the first floor near the clothing department.