Inside the bar people ogled her looks. Most of the people in the bar were older men in their 30s drinking whiskey and beer. There was a guy near the counter talking to the bartender and giving Pam the side-eye as she about to order a sippy drink.
"One orange vodka, thank you!" Pam said as she walked to the counter.
"Well, well, first time at the bar?" The old man coughed.
Pam tried to ignore the old guy who had got his eyes on her.
"Are you deaf or something, or didn't you parents teach you any manners?" The old man turned while grabbing the whiskey glass on the counter. "Your kind of pretty woman coming in here and being alone. You know that this place is populated by mean tough guys."
"Don't you worry good sir, I can handle atleast thirty drunk guys without breaking a sweat." Pam laughed.
As the bartender handed the drink to Pam. The old man begun to sweat and immediatly stopped talking as if he had seen ghost. Pam couldn't grasp why the sudden silence, but as she tried to pick up the drink she noticed that her hand was bulked. Like really bulked up.
Pam let out a silent gasp as she realized that she had lied again. She quickly grabbed the drink and stomped her way to the corner table where nobody could see her.
She panicked and begun to see what had happened to her body.
The both arms were jacked. She begun to tap her whole body and noticed that every part of her body had muscles all over it. Thighs, biceps, ankles, waist. She even had six-pack which was solid as steel. Pam downed the drink in one go and rushed to the toilets to see what kind of damages she had done to herself, but...
Instead what she saw in the mirror was opposite.
The person who greeted her was very athletic. No, that might not be even good word to describe it. A sexy female bodybuilder with big rack was staring at her from the mirror. She had gotten a small hourglass shape, making the stomach appear smaller and making the chest and ass look bigger. Her height was still the same as when she entered the bar. But hoo-boy, she looked sexy.
"This body would turn even females gay in a second." Pam said out loud as she posed in front of the mirror. "I'm not sure is my ass a bit larger than my breasts, but thank god the bra is holding..."
Then she realized something. She had no bra.
Even if she looked 22-year-old her parents treated as if she was 11-years-old. The two poking dots under the shirt made it clear that she didn't have time to stand still and wonder. She had to move on and go back home.
"I might look like someone in their early twenties, but still the I.D. I have says that I'm still 11-years-old." Pam thought out worringly. "Also I act more older than what I should act like. Shit."
Then something hit her. A wobbly feeling and sudden loss of balance. She collapsed on the bathroom floor and begun to had difficulties to stand up.
"What's happening. I-" Pam cursed. "Fuck. I can't be this drunk just yet."
Pam struggled to lift herself using the sink. Her legs couldn't handle the weight, but at the same time she had to act sober.
"I- I- I really- My body is not-" Pam said and begun to feel more and more buzzed. "My thoughts- Are they- Wha-"
At the same time an older patron of the bar arrived to the woman's bathroom and witnessed the drunk Pam hugging the sink.
"Hi. Are you alright?" The woman asked.
"Yeeeee. Super!" Pam shouted with no control how loud she was speaking. "I- I was about- uhm- I were going-"
The woman opened the door and peaked outside. Then she closed the door and licked their lips in front of Pam.
"Oh no... did your friends leave you here alone?" The woman smiled.
Pam was having a bad feeling about the thing that was going to occur. She knew that the woman was lusting over her body and wanted to do something devious to her. She had to think something fast, but what...