A quietly changed world, with a new perception of masculinity...

"Sorry?"

Josh ruffled his head of hair, thankful for the bit of shade he was able to find in one of the sitting areas, flanking the front of a stoic looking office building. The usual sound of the city all came back in a calm wave as he registered the voices and bustle, familiar as Uncle Sam.

"I said, look at that guy. He's rolling around with those deadweights on his shoulders like it's a medal or something."

"Who?"

"There, by the coffee shop. See him?"

Josh noticed two women nearby, drinking out of a pair of coffee mugs of their own. Brow wrinkling, he followed their line of sight to across the street. In the same time, he took a quick chance to size up his surroundings, just in case. Hm.

Same looking fountain. Same blue sky. Same crowd of people going about their day.

Everything looked... normal. Go figure, Josh shook his head, finding the man the two women had been placing under their casual telescope.

"Eww, look at all those veins," he heard the first voice from earlier say.

"I know, right?" One of the women shook her head, as Josh blinked, darting his eyes covertly to them, then back to the man. "It's like he attached tree trunks to his shoulders."

As the ladies laughed gingerly to themselves, Josh reeled at their reactions.

Are you kidding me?! He looked back to the man in question. Over his body was a black, plain Jansports backpack and a relatively small tee. Flattering, even, if Josh were to shake that sexual compass a bit. A body like that was sure to drive in numbers at a modeling competition; a pair of ripped arms, bulging with a healthy proportion of biceps and triceps, and a bulky chest that also maintained a striking curvature and heft that easily showed through his moderate V-neck. That is the definition of prime!!

Suddenly self-conscious, Josh stood up. His hand brought his phone screen back to face him, and he stared it at and the line he had modified in it in disbelief.

"No..."

Could it be?

Josh swallowed. If it were. If it really was real... was this what he intended exactly?

By erasing the other parts of the body from the line, did that mean they weren't found attractive at all?

He could feel a headache coming on already. It was hard to see how that would make sense, honestly, from a biological perspective; wouldn't hungry women old and young alike crave a strong and capable man? Wasn't fitness the whole basis for that attraction in the first place?

Josh scratched his chin. I wonder.

Tugging at his sleeves, the man looked around. It didn't seem like things were changed too radically. People weren't exactly fucking in the middle of the road... and it looked like everyone was wearing the same 'ol clothes with the same 'ol set of etiquette. If the app really did change things, if that conversation between those two women weren't just some chance encounter with a pair of backwards fetishists, then it definitely took the tame approach here.

At least... it looked like it did.

Adjusting his collar, Josh moved forward.