<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div>"Sorry!" Heather said as she accidently, again, bumped into and knocked someone over. It wasn't like she wanted to bump into humans and demi's it was just... something that happened frequently. To help combat some of the accidental bumps into people she'd taken to wearing a large bell around her neck, it couldn't alleviate all of the bumps but it got peoples attention. And they didn't look away from her as they watched her walk. So the plan had worked exactly as she'd wanted! People would hear her coming and then watch her so she didn't bump into them. She was pretty proud of that idea.<br/><br/>And here she was in the human world. Day three, if she recalled correctly. She'd been so excited she'd just been wandering around trying to experience as much of the human world as she could. And she'd met a lot of friendly humans in these past couple of days. Some who didn't seem to mind when she'd bump into them. Others who were quick to stop her from stumbling with restraining hands. And a few others who gave her head pats. She wasn't sure what that had been for, humans were rare in her world, and none had lived in her village. Of course she wasn't able to return head pats on humans, they were far to tall for that. But nothing compared to many of the minotaurs in her village. At least here she was closer to humans, and other demi's, in size. But everything here was far more fragile than she was used to. She'd noticed the doors first. How she'd been able to pull them off their hinges or push them. She'd once put a hoof through a wooden wall when she'd accidently tripped.<br/><br/>And here in this place with all the other Demi's she was trying to be extra careful not to bump or collide with anyone. She was walking slowly, keeping her hands in her pockets. Her ample hips swaying and causing the bell to jingle against her large breasts. Breasts that, if she were to admit it aloud, were starting to ache already to be milked. It didn't embarrass her, just part of her biology, but it was inconvenient sometimes. She'd left the milker and the bottles in the facility that she was staying at until she was assigned a host family or she found a job that would support her. Half of her wandering around the last few days was trying to find a place that would accept her as an employee. She'd gone to a lot of temp agencies and she hoped she'd hear back from them soon.<br/><br/>She wasn't really sure where to go but there was a few Demi's gathered at a table. Filling out information. That seemed like a good as place as any to start and so she moved to stand in the line with the others. Fidgeting a bit, her long tail sometimes brushing against others. Once someone bumped into her and she collided into the demi in front of her. Heather's face was scarlet as she mumbled an apology. "S-sorry!"