Get a slurpie.

About 15 seconds passed before his head stopped shaking. Josh found the spatial equilibrium to figure out the old convenience store was down the block and headed for it. After that little series of head shockers, he needed a drink.

As he entered it, he noticed nothing off. At least nothing that was written on a sign and screamed at him in the open. The man shrugged. Passing the same shelves lined with the usual goods, he stopped at the slurpie dispenser and prepared himself a basic snowy slush. Shivers briefly ran through him upon touching the cold plastic.

The lid fit over the slurpie with a quiet clasp! and he stuck a green straw into it. But not before opening the lid to give it a quick mouth-to-mouth slurp. It was only as he began sucking it through his lips did he hear a pair of giggles.

"Pshuosfnfzpshpshpsh." Or something. Obviously, he wasn't in optimal hearing range for the thing.

His eye turned upward under an arched brow. Two girls, who looked to be barely out of high school, and both in a pair of relatively form-fitting, thigh-baring gym shorts, matching headbands across their foreheads, were darting their eyes away from him. The slender, creamy brunette drew her hand to her mouth as she whispered something and she and the other girl, a black-skinned, big-bottomed beauty, broke into a gaggle of laughter.

This is crazy, Josh stirred his straw and, clearing his throat, wondered for a moment. Then he eventually decided to grab a cookie in their aisle, just a few feet away. It didn't take long for him to catch what they were saying. He made a show of close-reading the nutrients on the back of this obviously captivating cookie.

"I could think of something he could slurp on..."

"Jennifer! Stop it."

"I always knew you were a lesbo Gina, but..."

"Shut up. What if he hears you?"

"Well, then, even better. Don't tell me he's scared of a little pussy..." Was that a licking noise? "You know he'd be lucky to have me in his bed tonight..."

"Damn, girl! And who said you're gonna be takin' him home, hm?"

While they had this playful exchange, meanwhile, they were completely oblivious to their subject's reeling mind. This was still unbelievable. Were they thinking of him, Joshua West, the same Joshua West that got rejected thrice in high school by every major crush to the point of placing his love life on a near-hiatus for a year or so? (Still never really got over Cheryl Bumis. Those tights never failed.) He thought back to the app's text; were women really such public (albeit as covert as loud whispers could qualify as) perverts now? Just like men were perceived to be?

But towards a dude like him... his erection was already pitching up tent, and still going. He winced, shifting one leg uncomfortably in front of it. Luckily he put on some with thick fabric today. Then again, in this world... maybe it wouldn't be such a counterproductive sight after all.

Josh breathed in, as he suddenly had an idea. Maybe, he dared, I chould put that theory to the test...