...heading back to the nearest high school to snag a guy.

...heading to the nearest high school to scope out it's guy options. Again, in retrospect it seems obvious something was up, but at the time my brain was too fuzzy, both from the alcohol and the brain changes, to really notice. So I told Mac to put it on my tab, left the bar, and headed to a school that was a few blocks from where I was, and I got there just as school was letting out for the day.

My new personality had some kind of intrinsic radar for guys, and started noting the best options right away, discarding those who weren't worth my time. Too short, too fat, clearly gay. Only two guys I saw stuck out enough that I wanted to go approach them. There was this jock, broad shouldered quarterback type with a square jaw and abs you could cut glass on, who just looked scrumptious to me. The other guy wasn't nearly as stereotypically attractive, but was instead a tall guy in casual clothes that hung off his thin frame, including a Spider-Man t-shirt. The guy reminded me of me at that age, and some part of me wanted to help him out with a roll in the hay.