Sarah dug through her purse with with an annoyed look on her face as she grabbed a couple things. Namely, what looked like a plastic square and a long thin microfiber jacket. The plastic square she pinned to the front of her outfit at the waist, wrapping it under herself and behind. It created a very loud crinkle and was fairly obvious, but muted the smell. The jacket, she wore for warmth.
'You asshole,' she thought to herself. 'You did that on purpose!' Each step down the cold, empty street was accompanied by an embarrassing crinkle and a slick splut.
'You know I can't control it,' she thought. 'Any more than you can. Either way, though, you really shouldn't try and copulate.'
'I wasn't trying to... dammit, how come every time I talk to a guy, you assume I want to screw him?'
'I'm just saying. Besides, you're drunk and after last time...'
'That was once, but thanks for reminding me. Wings, please?'
A pair of leathery black wings sprouted from her back, bursting holes in her clothes. With an impressive leap she kicked herself into the air, swooping away and out of the town. She went high up quickly, out of visible radius from people, high enough to look like a bird on sensors. A short flight landed herself in a small cave ten miles away from society.
As she landed the wings were pulled back into her, merging seamlessly with her skin once again. 'I still think that was on purpose,' she thought.
Walking to the corner, she stripped off her jumpsuit, leaving her wearing nothing but a bra and her heavy, unrealistically messy diaper. With no covering it now resembled a brown beach ball around her. The sulferic stench quickly hit her nose and she grimaced.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said to herself. Even for her this was bad, and wiping up took just as long anyways. So, she untaped the diaper and tossed it in a smell-sealing trash can, before heading to her bathroom.