"Not entirely," she admitted, grudgingly. "Being a woman isn't awful, just disorienting. And with the clothes, I really just look like your average Sunday Harajuku Cosplayer." She took a swig of the scotch and grinned as it burned down.

"It's just this on top of everything else this place tries to throw at a body, I can't help but want to get a little drunk." That, she thought, and most of the pot in her greenhouse wasn't fit to smoke yet, but she really didn't think John needed to know about that.