The treeline was dense for a moment, Lily grimacing as she felt wet branches whipping at her exposed legs, but soon she saw it. A small village pub, the windows dimly lit, the squat building made of cobbled brick.
She pushed open the door, into the dingy little pub. A few tables sat on the squat stone floor, an aged barman wiping at a pint glass; a couple of old regulars sitting supping pints. Everyone turned and stared as this ludicrously over-chested teenager walked into the pub, her skirt swishing. She felt herself blushing from the stares as she approached the bar.
The gruff barman looked at her under bushy brows. "You'll be from the new sixth form college?" he grunted.
Lily flashed a brilliant smile. "Uh, yeah."
The barman grunted. "Thought some of you would sneak over. Don't think you're meant to."
"Uh... probably not," she admitted sheepishly.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. As he thought, Lily felt the old men still staring, cheeks blushing red. The barman finally spoke. "Don't look like you've got cash in that outfit." She sheepishly had to agree. "Hrm. Well. I imagine a lot of you might try sneaking out. Got some new novelty stuff in. Regulars won't take it." He grunted again. "Some of that one-night drink stuff, y'know, the experimental stuff."
Lily arced one eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Short term transformations. Wears off by morning, so they say. Tell you what. Try out some of it, we'll use you to advertise on social media." Lily's mouth hung open. "Aye, we do have it." But instead she was thinking: y'know, if this counts as modelling, maybe she could beat this bloody stupid experiment and become a model, and an actress! Prove these scientists wrong!