He sees something off while walking down the street

"I'll just... walk around for a few." Josh pocketed the phone and took a left turn, towards the west side of the city.

At first, things seemed harmless. Wind blowing up some paper off the pavement. A twenty-something walking her dog. Cars honking their way into futility. For a moment, the paranoid working man was ready to exhale and slap himself for thinking the world really did overhaul an arguably universal standard.

When, suddenly, before he could walk past an ordinary looking barber shop, a sight stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Oh shit," he blurted.

Ignoring the forlorn glare of a motherly looking woman exiting the shop with her teen-aged son, his hands went up to rub his eyes.

A few seconds later, they were at his sides -- and nothing had changed.

"That barber..." Josh walked up to the glass, peeking in just enough to see through it more clearly before looking brashly around him once more. A portly, moustached man in a barber's outfit was brooming a newly vestigial chunk of hair into a dustpan. It was an ordinary sight. Or, would've been. If it weren't for one tiny wardrobe quirk.

Josh mumbled in observation, "That barber's got his dick... his dick just hanging out!"

Then the barber looked up, smiling through his rather chubby, dimpled cheeks.

"Bye, ladies!"

Josh flinched at the sound of whooshing air, and at the barber's voice becoming clearly audible. He turned to see the door opening, and two people walking out of it. His eyes quickly drank them in. They were girls, college-aged, if he had to guess. After they waved back, they looked to each other on the way to their car they had parked at the curb.

"God that was one fiine mc-daddy." The spunky light-skinned, black-haired one spoke, her hair a clean, rich bob that framed her face very immaculately as she put on her tinted glasses. Hugging herself, she rubbed her arms and smiled suggestively. "Give me that special, would you, moustachi-o Daddy-o?

Her blonde, long-haired lady friend laughed, bounding the car to stop by the driver's seat. "Don't get too excited in there, Gabby. I barely got this car last week."

The friend playfully waved her words away. "Shut up."

Once inside the car, done with their jests, it purred alive and took off, leaving Josh alone. Now firmly convinced of the reality he found himself in, he glanced back inside the barber shop. Mc-Daddy? Did they not see the belly on this guy!? He looked like Mario -- which, don't get him wrong, some chicks certainly dug.

But did those two really fall under that kind of category?

Quietly Josh took to his travailing thoughts. Those women, and in turn the woman and her (supposed) son that had left earlier, had just been witness to a penis-exposing man in a public establishment and showed no sign of disgust or hostility to that very real, and very noticeable genital view. In fact, the two girls were bodaciously calling him 'fine'. Not in spite of the potty man's stringer.

No... because of it.

Josh glanced back at the barber shop, and caught the barber giving his dick a healthy fondle, forest of hair and all. After looking around him as if to remind himself he wasn't alone, Josh turned back to watch as it grew under his hand to become rock hard and pointed confidently straight ahead, the blooming end pink and fleshy and well-equipped for his long, thick shaft protruding out of him.

I have to admit, thought Josh, that is a heavy-duty penis.

His mind steadily lost itself in the surreal nature of it all, and he found his hand drifting downward. Over his stomach. A hop up the belt. And then plop.

Oh yeah... As Josh pressed his fingers against his own pet snake, he felt it growing. And as he felt it growing, he remembered why he had put that rule in in the first place.

He was carrying quite the package himself.

Suddenly a bump made contact with his shoulder and he hastily withdrew his hand.

"Excuse me."

When he turned, a meek looking brown haired girl in a soft green hoodie, hood folded against her neck, had her eyes fixed downward in front of him. A red blush dressed her cheeks. Without making eye contact she rushed out a quick apology and hurried away, causing Josh to clear his throat and collect himself.

Whoops, he mentally sobered. Then backtracking, he puffed his chest out and shook his head. Hold on a minute. I still don't know what is or isn't exactly normal here yet. I should ask someone about it... He swiveled his head side to side. Someone should know something. Like that girl. Or this barber...