On the street

The dizzy Josh stumbled and bumped into an old woman. His erect penis pressed against her through their clothes - how embarrassing!

He'd got so absorbed in the "Rules of the World" app that he'd totally forgotten where he was. He was on the sidewalk of a busy city street, still standing outside the shop where he'd bought his phone. He turned to apologize to the old woman.

"Well hello, you horny young man," she said with a toothless smile. She reached out and groped his boner through his pants. "I bet you love licking pussy."

What?

"Uh... I didn't mean to touch you, sorry," said Josh, pushing away the woman's wandering hand. "And I'd better get going 'cause I'm late for work."

She must be senile, he thought as he resumed walking. He turned a corner and passed a gaggle of twentysomething girls leaning against the wall.

He heard a wolf-whistle.

"Damn, you're a sexy dude!"

"Damn, boy!"

Josh turned around and stared at the group of five girls, unsure which ones had spoken. The girls themselves looked a bit unsure about what to say next now they had his attention.

"Having a nice day, babe?" asked the bustiest girl. "I'm Ashley."

Josh wondered whether to feel flattered or suspicious. Were they filming a prank video? He couldn't see any obvious cameras, but they were easy to hide these days. "I've never been catcalled before."

"Come on, a pretty guy like you?" said another girl. "All the girls must want a ride on your fuckstick."

"Girls! You shouldn't speak to guys like that!" a third girl interjected.

"This has gotta be some kind of prank, right?" Josh grinned, not wanting to seem unsavvy on camera. "Is this one of those 'social experiments' to raise awareness of how horrible catcalling is?"

The third girl sighed. "Sadly, no... these cave-girls really are that crude. Are they bothering you?"

"Er, not really. I mean, I am heading to work, but I'd love your phone numbers," Josh said on the off-chance that these girls were genuinely lusting for him.

The girls looked stunned. A fourth girl, who wore nerdy-looking glasses, even let her mouth fall open and a bit of drool leak out as she stared at him adoringly.

"You want our phone numbers?" said the fifth girl.

"Yeah, I mean, if you don't mind," said Josh.

Ashley hastily dug in her handbag for a notepad and pen, and scribbled down a number. Then she handed it to the others who did the same.

"It's been nice talking to you," Ashley smiled at Josh as he pocketed their numbers. "I look forward to getting to know you."

"Yeah, see you later," said the nerdy girl as he walked away.

Josh walked on with a spring in his step, but also disbelief. He'd never got much attention from girls before.

As he walked, he noticed many women of varying ages checking him out - some were just more subtle than others. Some glanced at his dick or other parts of his body. Some leered at his face, not to connect with him as a person but to admire his facial features hungrily. Not that he begrudged them for it, as he knew how they felt.

The lights at the pedestrian crossing up ahead turned green and he hurried to get into the crowd crossing the road. As they crossed, a woman passing him glanced down at his boner, and swung her arm so that her hand brushed against his crotch in a not-quite-accidental way.

Josh just couldn't understand why he was getting all this sexual attention today. And why had those girls seemed so surprised he wanted them?

Unless...

Josh looked back at his phone and perused some of the statements he'd written there: "Women are perverts and men are the common subject/victim of this perversion." "Women initiate sex more often than men." "Women regularly have sex on the mind."

It seemed impossible, but it also seemed like the most logical explanation: Somehow, incredibly, this app really could alter reality!