Charlie loved being out in the middle of a crowd, and while it had taken him a few hours to get used to being a woman (and stop playing with his tits), his recent transformation hadn't changed that. He didn't want the change to be permanent, that was certain, but he didn't know when he'd change back, so he was determined to take advantage of the opportunity while he had it.
Alicia had given him an awesome dress to wear out-- it was comfortable, kept his tits in place pretty well, but he still looked rather... pretty. The underwear had been really uncomfortable, and Charlie hated it anyway, so he'd forgone pants for the night. At least the skirt kept him pretty well covered, he'd just have to make sure that he didn't bend over too far either way. Charlie really didn't care, but he knew that showing off too much ass or cleavage was sort of frowned upon.
But maybe that didn't matter in a lesbian bar. Charlie wasn't sure what the protocol was for picking up in a group of women, but he didn't think it could be any different from other bars. Well, except that he felt like everybody in the room was checking him out, he wasn't sure that had ever happened before. Charlie needed a drink, and he (she?) needed it now.
"Hello there," Charlie said, as he slid up next to a pretty brunette at the bar. "I'll have one of whatever she's having," Charlie called, gesturing toward the other woman's drink once the bartender was within earshot.