You quickly take stock of the situation. On the bright side, you're new body isn't hung over, on the dark side you're a twelve year old girl for the second time in less then 18 hours.
Now that you're sober you realize two very important things. The first is that a male of your age still has a lot of chances to make a very good life for himself and that the mistakes you've made can serve to make you wiser. The second is that when your sister went through puberty it was a heck of a lot more difficult for her then it was for you. You look down at the newly formed (you guess) body of "Alice" and come to one conclusion. HECK NO!
"Yeah, Pop, lemme just hit the little boy's room first." You call out to the leading father figure.
"The little WHAT'S room?" he askes.
"Oh shit, girls room!" you say
"Did you just SWEAR, young lady?!" Hank says (wait...why do you know this guys name? Uh-oh!)
"Temporary insanity, Pop, I've REALLY gotta go! C'mon my intestines are floating over here!" Hank seems briefly taken aback. He's probably wondering if Brenda's a-hole associate friends at the firm...(Uh-oh! More facts you shouldn't know!) You peal off as quickly as your penny loafers will take you. You curse this kid for being such a geek. I mean PENNY LOAFERS?! You manage to catch up with Romi as she's deciding between casting a spell on a nearby bench or grabbing a corn dog.
"Hey! Romi. Say I was wondering if your could change me back to my previous form." you say.
"I thought you wanted to be a 12 year old girl, like me." She says innocently.
"Well sometimes people say things they don't mean when they're drunk, ya know?" you explain.
"Yes well sometimes when someone's spent about 12 hours trying to break a curse and some twenty-something jack-off without so much as a day of magical training breaks it out of dumb luck then a witch in training has to protect her reputation." She smiles.
She has a point, you guess but no time to think about that now. Hank is closing in on you.