Justin, One of My Guyfriends

The text was from Justin, the boy that tried to get me to come over to his house to see the outfit he intended on wearing to Britney's birthday party.

JUSTIN: Hey, boy. Heard the news. Coming to the party after all, huh? Lucy Smith is such a hunk!

I just wanted to die right there and then. Did everyone know about me going to the party with Lucy?

JUSTIN: I wanna help you pick out something stunning. I know you have lots of pretty dresses, but for Lucy you've gotta look totally hot!

Okay, I wanted to die again.

I remember Justin from the normal universe. He was kind of nerdy, socially awkward and such, but one thing that put you in the spotlight in this universe, if you were a boy, was dick size. Yeah. The bigger the bulge, the hotter you were. Just like in my own universe, with girls and their breast size. Boys even wore outfits that accentuated their bulges, believe it or not. And anyone who didn't, came off looking like some kind of prude. Anyway, from what I remember (from the gym class locker room - I wasn't going out of my way to look), Justin had an above-average dick. But back there, that didn't mean squat. Here? It meant everything. He, like me (as it turned out), grew up being popular, just because of that. The size of your dick actually had that much of an impact on your life.

So anyway, my point was that Justin was basically an entirely different person now. Not a nerd in the slightest. In fact, he was kind of a shallow airhead. A ditz. One that was way too interested in fashion, celebrity news and gossip. That's probably how he found out about me and Lucy, I now realized.

JUSTIN: Me and the boys are coming to pick you up in ten minutes. We're going shopping, boy, and I won't take no for an answer.

I really didn't want to go out, especially to the mall (I haven't been there since my accident - I figured it might be too weird for me, though I have been seeing a lot of that weirdness everywhere else, so ...), but my guyfriends (as boys who were friends with other boys were called) weren't going to let this go.

Ten minutes later, I heard a honk and looked out my window to see a pink convertible. Sighing, I headed out of the house, briefly telling my dad that I was going out with friends to the mall. Justin was driving, and in the backseat were Chad (a cheerleader) and Steven (a slut who dressed like it too). I got into the front passenger side seat and the car took off.

Next stop - the mall!