Ivy

You find yourself sitting on a barstool in a dimly lit bar. Confused and uncertain you look up and see the neon sign that proclaims that the bar is called The Broken Drum.

“What the fuck!?” You know this bar! It doesn’t exist! It’s the one from X-Change life.

Why are your legs and chest cold. Why is your voice an octave higher. Why the fuck are you here. And… why are you not yourself?!?

Who are you? You don’t remember this girl. What is going on. Why are you stuck in this game… as this girl? Why are you a girl?!

“Ivy, what will it be?” The bar man asks.

“Um… a soda water please…” you say, mind racing.

You look around. You see Bruce, Dredd and a couple of familiar women at the bar. Those were the girls you would chat up and shag as the protagonist. They all had their favourite drinks to buy them to get in their pants, opinions on x-change that you needed to agree with to get in their pants, preferences for being cummed in or not cummed in to keep having sex with them.

“Oh shit!” You said as you realised something. You were a bar girl. A sexual conquest for the game protagonist.

“What is your favourite drink?” A disembodied voice asked.

You look around. “Did you hear that?” You ask the barman.

“Sorry Ivy? Hear what?” He asks.

You wave your hand around. You nearly say -That voice asking what my favourite drink is - but think better of it. There was a disembodied voice at Jitters at the mall that gave you game tips when you tipped in the tip jar.

This was a disembodied voice and it sounded like it wanted to set up your parameters for the protagonist to shag you!? Not on your watch! You look at the bar, mind racing when an idea hits you. “Hey, Barman, do you have Absinthe? You know the real stuff with thujone - um wormwood?”

“No Ivy, you know that stuff is illegal right…” he says apologetically.

“Absinthe with Thujone is my favourite drink,” you state. And it’s true. Absinthe with Thujone, that psychedelic additive that made it illegal and unavailable everywhere was your favourite drink. It was the way into your heart… well into your panties! It was almost a pity that it was not legal!

“Actually, we do have a bottle. It’s kept under the bar… did you want some?” He asks.

“Shit… I mean sure…” you agree. He starts to prepare the sugar, spoon and matches.