While John was still basking in the afterglow of the orgasm, he did not forget why he hit the green button in the first place. He wanted to drink, and had no intentions of giving up on his goal. The fact that he was now a woman was a bonus of sorts. He reasoned that people who were already in the bag wouldn't be able to tell what he was, and since he was smaller, he could drink a lot less and still get plenty drunk. He was coming out on top any way he looked at it.
After a few minutes, he figured it was time to go out and reach his goal for the day. He first showered his new body off, making sure to clean off all the cum from the man that ran out. As he showered, he briefly wondered who the guy was, then decided he really didn't care. After all, it was his body now, and if people who knew her had an issue with it, well, that wasn't his fault. He was just here for a few drinks.
He got out of the shower and dried off. He walked into the bedroom, naked, and opened the closet. A mass of clothes unlike anything he had ever seen greeted him. He saw dresses, skirts, underwear, shirts, blouses, pants and shoes. He realized this was multiple times the wardrobe he had, and had trouble deciding.
After a few minutes, he had finally wrapped his head around it enough to decide. He figured that if he was a woman, he might as well dress like one. And, to John's mind, that meant a dress. After putting on a pair of blues panties and a blue bra, he put on a dark blue dress that showed a little cleavage and went to the mid-thigh. He then put on a pair of black pantyhose and a pair of black flats. After all, he didn't want to deal with walking in heels once he was wasted.
Once dressed, he looked himself over in the mirror. Other than his head, his body looked incredible. This was a woman he would have fucked even stone sober, and to John, that was high praise.
He went for his wallet, then realized he had no money with him. He looked around and found the woman's purse. Out of curiosity, he pulled her ID. She was Gail Evans, 27, and apparently had a good job because once he finished looking ar her ID, he rifled through her purse and found three hundred dollars in it.
Well, he decided, since I am no thief, I can't use her money. Or, at least I can't without leaving an IOU. John, with all his faults, was still a man (or woman) of honor. He really would pay her back for his booze tonight, and do so the first chance he got. That decided, he headed out. With all the stuff at Dentex and everything since he swapped heads, it was nearly eleven at night. He figured this worked better for him, since he had no idea how to make his head appear like a normal woman's head. However, he had a thin face, with medium length hair, and was completely clean-shaven (the
only thing he really cared about in his appearance). Also, his features were a little softer than some men. No one when he was a man would have called his features feminine, but he guessed that with this body, the lighting of the bar, and the fact that most patrons should be partly in the bag would keep people from paying too much attention.
John...
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