It's meaty, It's veiny, It's throbbing, It is magnifique, so yeah, it's a boy.

People say there is always a first time for everything. For you, there is a first time for discovering a mysterious app on your phone. A first time for activating said app without the knowledge of what it entailed. A first time for realizing the app is actually a Reality Warping Love Simulator. A first time for buying a vulgar gift advertised by the Love app shop. A first time for owning a size shifting dick. A first time for a poor but nevertheless, enthusiastic rendition of Pharrell Williams 'Happy' in the shower while lathering your new joystick with soap.

These things makes you forget your all troubles for a while. For the first time ever, you feel like something is finally working out for you. It's true what people say about help coming from the most unexpected places. Who'd have thought a piece of software could magically ding ding this majestic hunk of steel to life. You had spent the better half of the last hour experimenting with the buff that came with your newly patched rod. From shrinking it to the size of prepubescent child's dick (which nearly traumatized you by way) before increasing it to horse-worthy proportions (you had to brace yourself against the wall for this one). After you had your fun, you finally stop and bring it to a whopping but still congruous length of perhaps... nine...ten...eleven... You can't be sure without a ruler handy but you are definitely sure it is still a terrifying **** of nature and now, officially your default size. Plus the fact that there's no side effect except for the slightest tingle in your crotch, makes it even better.

A few minutes later, you're towelling yourself off, rather hurriedly too. Your phone is at the foremost of your mind as you quickly throw on a melancholic assemblage of grey hoodie and black pants while you shrink down your member a little. Last thing you need is people asking if you've got an extra leg in your pants. You blip on your device and scroll to the store section. The other three buffs were still listed for sale but the Power Pole now has a big red PURCHASED stamp on it.

Unlike earlier, when you were of two minds about what to get from the major attractions on your screen, you have set your mind straight now. After all, you didn't spend the whole time just thinking with your dick in the shower. You still remember the active quest given to you by the AMA, getting someone's affection score to 25. From what you know of yourself, you stink like skunk at conversations. Your sister would have been a more preferable target for fulfilling this quest, but with her already glaring score of 90 Affection, it's not really looking feasible.

Which means a new target is required. But first, you skip over to the store page and buy the buff that would probably do most of your work for you: First touch.

You have so got this, hands down.

You have so not got this, hands up.

What the fuck were you thinking? That's the problem. You really didn't think this through

This is Gotham, the Gotham. You just don't walk up to people and say Howdy and expect things to roll out. Not unless you want to get tasered. You're presently outside your house, amidst the other civilians and pedestrians who were walking to or from their varied destinations, with no idea of how to go about the mission given to you by an App. Wow, listening to yourself just now, makes consider if you are still sane.

Even in the afternoon, the constant nature of the cloudy skies which meant that Gotham never, ever got sunlight, and the stone gargoyles which hung on the tallest of buildings, looming down upon the mortals beneath as supposed protectors of evil, you could say that Gotham's ambient -each-to-his-own- attitude resonates with everyone. There's no room for open display of friendliness.

You're now cursing yourself for not getting out more. All your years of living here and you don't know anyone you are even minutely close to. You've never even evaluated yourself in this way before. Never needed to, until the app came along. You now understand what the app is meant for; to get you close to people, break down the wall you've erected around yourself since the night your parents died.

...

Out of the corner of your eye, you see an iron-wrought sign that reads Gotham city park. Well, a park is suppose to be a place of joviality and insouciant fun, which means you are bound to find something to do in there and so, you walk in.

The park is different unlike the rest of Gotham city, devoid of all the negative energy. Sweet but you're not here for that, you are here for business, and you just lay your peepers on one. She's an old lady, dressed in black fur coat, and feeding the park pigeons. Anyone who goes out of their way to feed the wildlife must be friendly and approachable, right? So, you take in a deep breath, smart your lips into a charming smile that you've perfected by working behind the counter, and walk towards her.

You begin. "Hello ma'am, can..."

"Fuck off!"

"Wha..."

"I said fuck off! If you think you can just drop in and ravish me, I can tell you this, Fuckface, you have got another thing coming. I have had years of krav maga and I'm not afraid to use it." As if to emphasize her point, she gets into a boxing stance.

... Shit is cooking up fast.

Oookay then. You don't even want to know what she's implying by the 'ravishing her' part or if she actually knows kung fu, so you just start backing away very slowly.

"Yeah, you better skedaddle while you still got legs, asshole." She spits those parting words at you then goes back to feeding her birds.

Once you retreat to a safe distance, you heave a sigh. Sheesh! Someone has got their granny panties in a twist, and they say you hate old women for no reason. Always good to see that Gotham lives up to expectations. It's still as vitriolic as ever. If an old lady is that hostile, what says the man playing catch with his dog a short distance away, won't sic the mutt on you if you happen to come within an inch of his person.

Fuck everything.

You plop down on a nearby bench. Since the whole park thing is turning out to be one big flop, you might as well rest up for anything that comes ahead. You are lulling off when someone suddenly sits beside you. A sense of vigilance for your own safety springs up within you and you turn to the side to determine what kind of person is seated beside you.

Instead of the bald, heavily muscled, tatooted hardcase that you are expecting to see, you meet with a dazzling smile from an equally stunning redhead.

"Hi there, I'm Barbara. Barbara Gordon."

Well, hello to you too.