Alex's vision was so blurred when he opened his eyes, he could barely make out his own reflection in the mirror. Well, not quite 'his'. He was a girl again. A woman. Short hair, cropped into a dark green fauxhawk. Her arms were covered in tattoos of...mermaids, hawks, dragons, spiderwebs, and roses. There was more stuff, but he couldn't quite make it out in the state he was in. Which was...drunk. Very drunk. Hell, his hand was still wrapped tightly around an open bottle of cheap beer.
'Oh man, I need to take a piss,' Alex moaned internally.
But he still wanted to get a better look at his new face. He leaned forward, swaying slightly. His face was round, with a square chin. Not the kind of woman he found attractive, normally. Actually, he was pretty sure he didn't find women attractive at all anymore. That was weird.
Piercings! Two in his left eyebrow, one in his right nostril, and a ring through the bottom lip. There were more down below, including one in a particularly private area...but it actually felt awesome. So bad.
"Kick-ass," Alex chuckled drunkenly.
The tight leather pants he was wearing showed off his ass excellently. They were a little hard to move around in, but since when did that matter? The leather vest was something he'd been given when he joined the gang of all-female bikers, Angel's Wrath. If he turned around, he'd be able to see their logo printed on the back. The grey tanktop he had on underneath was nothing to write home about, but it completed the look.
"Shit, man. This is wild!"
It was night-time now. The moon hanging in the sky kinda gave it away. A perfect time to party with a couple of guys her and her gang-mates had picked up at a bar. Alex was standing in the middle of a crappy motel room, staring into the mirror. It looked totally out of place in such a cheap dive.
"Wait, didn't you say you'd always take me to my home? This ain't my home..." Alex slurred drunkenly at the mirror, earning a weird look from the other woman in the room, who had been in the middle of unzipping a bearded man's pants.
"You do not have a place of residence in this version of your life. You live on the road. This is where you are staying for the night."
"Wait, isn't that bad? How do I carry you with me on a bike?"
"That is not my issue to resolve," the mirror said indifferently.
Alex was struggling to keep his eyes open. He'd had way too much alcohol. It was hard to think, much less clearly. He should probably just snap his fingers, but....