Go to Mac's for his favorite food and drink.

It's rare to be forced to self-examine yourself as much as I was being forced to. I was racking my brain, trying to figure out what I could do that was stereotypically 'me'. In the end, I kept going back to my favorite place in the world to spend time, the home of the greatest beer in the world and a damn good steak sandwich. Not exactly in the mood to try and drive to MacAnally's, considering I was in the body of a teenager whose face didn't match my license, I decided to walk to the pub, which I sometimes did anyway when the weather was nice. I mean, it wasn't, but what's a girl to do?

Speaking of my new sex, none of my clothes would fit me, so I was stuck in the skinny-jeans tank top combo that left my 'goods' on display for anyone willing to risk statutory. I got a few catcalls and comments, and I tried to feel upset at them, but something about this new persona apparently really liked being hit on like that. Once at the pub, I was happy even with the light air conditioning inside, as it proved quite the respite from the overwhelming heat outside. Brushing the sweaty bangs out from in front of my eyes, I told Mac, "I'll have some of your beer and a steak sandwich." He didn't question me for an ID, which upon reflection made me wonder if the bartender somehow knew it was me. Before too long, I was drinking the finest alcohol on earth and chomping down on a delicious sandwich, hoping it would change me back. Unfortunately, that wasn't the effect I received.