It was a normal night for Liz. Her regulars were chatting it up, some where making out on the tables. The jukebox played music. And Liz stood behind the counter cleaning a glass. Sure it was raining outside, but she was making enough money to keep the place running. If only just barely. Life was good.
Then the door opened and a man in a clearly expensive suit entered the bar. He slumped into a bar stool and looked at Liz with bloodshot eyes that had clearly been crying earlier, it looked like he had a bad day a work. Liz could empathize and poured the man a drink which he downed without a second thought.
“Another...” he grunted out.
Liz obliged refilling his glass. “Another” was the thanks she got.
“Look sir.” Liz started “You’ve clearly had it rough recently, if you...”
The man slammed down a stack of hundreds in an expensive money clip like it was only quarters to him. “I’m not here to talk.” He stated “I’m here to drink. Hit me till that runs out.”
Liz nodded and began making a margarita instead of his usual.
Over the course of several drinks the man began to open up to Liz. Weather this was due to the bars magic, because he was genuinely drunk enough to share, or the drinks he was shelved only Liz really knew.
He was a general manager for a company he helped build, and was fired without warning after 20 years, just two hours before he entered the bar.
“Twenny Fhuuken Yerrrrs!” The man slurred out while drinking his sixth Mai Tai. Or maybe it was his tenth? Even Liz was starting to loose track. Regardless he was talking and Liz wasn’t even half way through the money. “An t’en de jusss Fiar me todey OUT A nowhere!”
The man. Now somewhat less of a “man” thanks to all of Liz’s special drinks. Her face had been changed long ago to fit a female body type, leaving no trace of the man who wanted to drown his sorrow in Liz’s bar. His suit that was tailor made for him now draped over her smaller body, leaving one shoulder exposed. Her pants had slipped of a while ago, leaving her wide hips in just blue and white boxers. But she was too drunk to care about being pants less in a bar. Her shirt was unbuttoned, shoes kicked into the same pile as her pants. Her nipples poked through her bra less shirt. She was completely oblivious to the changes into the opposite sex over the course of the night. She clutched her head from a headache, not even noticing how her hair grew longer down her back. She would have the mother of all hang overs tomorrow morning, maybe even forget about Liz’s bar entirely.
“I had tu work for penny’s for tre years. I was der for the start. An t’en BAM Fired!” The woman who had once been an employee for twenty years with the same company through down her glass shattering it, not for the first time. Liz didn’t even flinch. Now she was crying again “I waisted twenty years of my life. There’s no going back.”
Liz didn’t even try comforting her any more. She did feel bad for her, but she knew this would be her final drink to turn her fully into a lesbian. And also her final drink for the night. They had closed hours ago, but Liz kept serving drinks to shape her body and draw out information. Now after this one she would wake up tomorrow from her hangover a full lesbian with only vague memories of Liz’s bar. Maybe even her old life given how drunk she was now.
She did feel bad though, and tried to make her younger to make up for his waisted life.
Finally the girl in front of Liz drank without a second thought and passed out from all the other drinks she had, falling on the ground in a pile of broken glass and former tailor made clothes.
When she woke up the next morning from her drunken escapades, she was now a lesbian...