Why not, right?

Your first instinct is to make a break for the door... After all, you've only been female for -- what? ten minutes?

Then, you reconsider... You've always wondered what it was like to be a woman, and now you are one. With a slight shrug and what you hope to be a nice smile, you give a small, self-conscious tug to the hem of your skirt and make your way to the bar.

Obviously, you're doing something right judging by the looks the guys are giving you...

The bartender gives you a nod as you sit, crossing your legs modestly. "Get ya somethin'?"

Written by Black Cat

You ask for a glass of water and chat up the bar maid.

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