"Hey, uh, howdy neighbor. This is awkward. Let me just...um. Okay. So these are my fox socks...I wear them when I want to run around a bit as a fox, let off some steam, make ungodly noises, hunt some voles, that sort of thing. Normally they kind of merge into my hands and feet and become those dark fox sock patterns, y'know, right? And then the rest of me turns into a fox.
Except...maybe you can see, I've been enjoying them a little too much lately...I should've taken better care of them, washed 'em every once in a while, I know. Hindsight is 20/20. Anyway, they're obviously kind of malfunctioning...I'm sort of stuck as half-fox, half-girl. And I'm worried about taking 'em off now, that maybe I'll end up stuck like this forever. I need some magical assistance, and I can't get it on my own, not like this. Would you mind accompanying me back to my place, and I can tell you what to do to contact the enchanted tailors? I wouldn't ask if I wasn't getting a little desperate..."