"The usual club I go to." You say, slightly without thinking, still looking at your new colored hair.
"then the club it is!" Tina says.
Before you knew it, you were standing in front of a mirror at home, wearing a little strapless black dress with Tina putting the finishing touches on your make up. You couldn't believe this was happening. You were about to go to your usual chick pick up place, but now you were the girl.
Waltzing in behind Tina, your face turns beat red as you realize you're now easily the youngest person there by about six or seven years. Looking at the bar, you'd just love to get wasted and forget your troubles, but Tina wouldn't let you near it. You were now underage. Sometime later, you're sitting alone at the table watching Tina have a great time.
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