You went into the bar. You weren't sure that you actually wanted to be there or that you actually wanted to drink, but it was st Patrick's day and as a good Irish-American boy you figured at least one pint of guiness was traditional. The bar was packed and it took a couple minutes but eventually you got a seat. It wasn’t long after you sat down when a cute girl came over to your table and asked if she could join you. She had red hair tied back in a pony tail and wore a green shirt with some shamrock print on it. You were used to this kind of thing so you said yes without thinking about it twice.
"first time here?" you asked giving her a cheesy smile.
“Yeah! I moved here from dublin last week so this is my first St Patrick's Day in America" she replied. You smiled again and tried to remember how to make small talk with girls. Do we have anything in common? She had a very nice voice with a strong Irish accent. Hmm. Well, what do I know about Ireland anyways? Oh wait! I guess I've seen Braveheart more than once! “So what did you think of Braveheart?” you asked excitedly.
"um it is ok but I hope you know that is Scotland I'm Irish" she said kind of annoyed. You quickly realized what you just said and you felt a little embarrassed.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you,” you apologized.
“It's fine, I don’t mind. Just.... Na never mind "she said.
" have you ever been to Stonehenge? "you asked again trying to make conversation with her.
Again she looked annoyed" yes but that is England..... Not Ireland typical American, do you not know anything outside your own borders? " she said. Again, you felt a little awkward because you couldn’t argue with her. But then she smiled.
“It's ok, I get it you are locked into a role" she runs orders a pair of pints. "I think you'll find that the answer to opening your mind is in this pint"
You take a gulp and the bitter ale coats the inside of your mouth tasting better than anything you've ever had before. The alcohol burns a bit as you swallow.
"what was that?" you say your voice now a sultry alto and decidedly female, but you seem to be talking with an accent.
You look at your companion who is flipping a gold coin. Then you feel more changes. Your hips jut out more and your breasts begin to swell up. You lean forward in your chair slightly.
‘Oh god, this beer must be laced with something. What the hell am I doing?"you think. Your clothes are changing too becoming feminine and st Patrick's day appropriate. They become a green tank top that shows off a lot of cleavage and a short skirt.
You look down at your hands and they are just as feminine and beautiful as your face. You touch your lips and they are full and kissable looking. "what did you do?" you asked your companion.
"just a leprechaun spell you didn't know about my home I figured you might appreciate some first hand knowledge Siobhan. That's your name, and soon you will wake up back on the emerald isle. Hopefully in the future you will think before speaking"
Everything faded to black. **
The next thing you knew you were standing in front of a pub in Dublin, Ireland. This was definitely not your apartment and definitely not your body either. You could see yourself reflected in the window of the bar. You looked like a hot babe but you weren’t sure if it was a dream or not. You walked across the street to the bar and you found yourself inside. It was dark inside but the bar was pretty crowded.
"ah Siobhan glad to see you, I was worried you weren't going to make it" and that's how you started your new life as a bartender in Dublin.