Act like an idiot.

From the left, from the right, in front of himself and behind him alike; all eyes in the cart were locked on the only male there. The looks he got were not unlike those Harry imagine they would give a rat found urinating on a wedding cake.

Although his insides were in turmoil with fear, confusion and contempt for himself over how he was so stupid as to land himself in such a predicament; he acted calm and content as if there was nothing at all wrong about his being there, pretending not to notice the attention aimed squarely at him.

"Hi there," a thin, bespectacled woman in curly red hair tied in a bun behind her slid into Harry's view with a warm smile, holding on to the straps next to the ceiling.
"Uh, good evening. Is there a problem somewhere?" Harry said in an almost aggressively nonchalant voice.
"Problem? Aren't we being a bit presumptious? Just because I approach the only boy in the women only cart, you assume I have a problem?" The red haired woman leaned in towards Harry.
"What? What the...? No... no, is this the...?"
"Oh, don't act dumb, sweetie!" A heavily built asian woman inserted herself into the space and interrupted Harry as he was speaking, "You know where you are. We know that you know. You know that we know that you know; so drop the act."
"Ah..." All colour left Harry's face as this truth-bomb was dropped on him.
"And I know exactly why you came here," The red haired woman said as she moved in closer to Harry, "You couldn't resist all the stunning women that would gather here, could you? And of course, you wanted them all to yourself."
"Huh? N-no! It was all just a mistake, I..." Harry was interrupted when yet another woman, a tall and busty one in her mid-thirties with blonde hair tied in a short pony tail behind her head, pushed her index finger on his lip after having approached him.
"No need for any excuses," The blonde MILF said with a welcoming smile, "I for one appreciate a man who's not afraid to be bold. Especially if he happens to be so.. handsome." Her hand had found its way to Harry's bicep while she was talking, and she was running her fingers up and down his forearms and feeling it through the fabrics of his light jacket, his lack of muscles evidently doing very little to seize the fondling.
"Uh... miss, I think you're a bit close?" Harry heard himself say to his own surprize. Normally he would be dreaming about women being all over him like this, but he really wasn't used to this kind of attention and didn't actually have any resources in his brain to deal with it. Does he flirt back? What if she reacts poorly to that? Does he reject her instead? What if she reacts poorly to that? More importantly what does he want from this encounter and how does he achieve that? All of these thoughts raced through Harry's mind at once, turning into a single confusing noise. All he wanted to do was shrink away as fast and as seemlessly as possible and figure this out, but at this point all the women in the cart had gathered around him and he was properly surrounded.
"Yeah, lady! " The red haired woman's hand slid slowly down Harry's chest, "First come, first serve! He's coming with me."
"Now, now, hold on," the Asian woman said, "No need to fight over a boy, there's enough of him for each of us."
"I, uh... actually need to get off now." Harry said, just now realizing just how little interest he had in being seen as some object for these womens' desires, and started to make his way to the doors to the cart. The subway was still moving but the moment it stopped he had every intention of getting out as soon as he could. He was very eager to get away from this craziness, even more so than when he thought they would take him for a creep.

"Now hold on there!" The blonde woman grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back to the crowd, "What's the matter? We're all just having a good time here. Aren't you having a good time?"
"I'd... be having a much better time if you weren't so forceful." Harry said trying his best to hide just how livid he was over how the situation escalated.
"Stop being stubborn, sweetie! Relax, do what feels right for your body!" The asian woman said and the red haired woman each grabbed on to his arm and held tight, keeping him from running away.
"Okay, this needs to stop now! Let go of me!" Harry thrashed and squirmed in their grip, but the ladies would not let go no matter what.
"Now now, boy!" The blonde woman said in a voice entranced by her own lust, "All we do is want you to feel good. Don't you want to feel good? Don't you want us to feel good?" She grabs him firmly between Harry's legs, who jerk violently at the touch.
"Eeeeh! Stop! Stop that immediately! I'm serious! Help!" Harry looked around desperately, but the women around him seemed all too interested in enjoying the show of what would happen next.
This was getting very scary for him. He sobbed in frustration, and tears started forming in his eyes. Was this it? Were all these women going to take advantage of him then and there?