Brandon finally had run out of belts, which was fortunate, since the ones he had already tried on were hanging all over his legs, crisscrossing and overlapping so much they practically formed a skirt of sorts. But the thought never occurred to Brandon to take the belts off, and in truth he though no more over his excess of belts than he did his shirt or other clothing. They had simply become a natural part of his wardrobe.
He took a step, but was stopped short by the confines of his belts. After a moment he tried again, adjusting his steps to be shorter, and this time was met with success. While he could walk freely again, Brandon found his new gait made his pace ridiculously slow. To compensate, he tried swinging his weight behind each step, not realizing how the only thing he was truly succeeding in doing in the action was to sway his boyish hips as he walked.
Brandon stepped outside again, blinking as he adjusted again from the gloom of his hut to the bright midday sun. He briefly considered going into the temple as Wakka said, but eventually decided against it. Looking around, he spotted a trail leading away from the village. Brandon recognized it as the path from Besaid to the beach, partially out of his memory of the game, and partially due to a more personal familiarity with his surroundings that was beginning to develop.
On a whim Brandon decided to head to the beach, and began walking in that general direction with his new feminine stride.
