Crutsy, a man with low morals and high sex drive

You wake up in your one bedroom apartment to your alarm blaring. You roll over and get out of bed as you turn the alarm off for the morning. You look around your nasty, smelly apartment. It’s been months since you last cleaned it, and you have pretty much given up on trying to maintain personal hygiene.

I’m your 38 years of life, you have never been much of a go- getter. You get out of bed and lazily put on your suit to go to your pencil-pushing middle management job that you work. You truly hate it, there’s very little for you to do except ogle your more attractive female coworkers. It pays awful and you get treated horribly, having gained the title of pervert for your accidentally lingered staring. It’s not your fault though, they’re the ones showing off. It’s not your fault if you are biologically inclined to stare.

Your looks don’t help with the labels. As you enter the bathroom to piss, you glance by the unclean mirror. Your hair at the very top is thinning, and you can see your scalp underneath it. Your face is fat, but it’s not just your face. Your whole body is out of shape and unhealthy. Your teeth are yellow and stained. At one point you cared about all this, but over the years it seems like it has just been sucked out of you.

One thing you can say is better than average is your penis. Both the girth and length are quite impressive, but covered in a large bush of wiry pubes and a consistent lack of hygiene makes even that part of your body seem ugly.

You head off to work by taking the train into the city. As you move to sit down on an open seat, a young woman puts her hand on the seat, saying “Sorry, I have to save this seat for my friend.”

“Oh I see. My apologies.” You say. It’s really inconvenient, that was the only seat available and you’ll have to stand now. You head to the back of the train and the train starts moving. Without the girls friend. You realize she just didn’t want to sit next to you.

After a painful 15 minute train ride you head to your work building. A tall, modern building in the middle of Boston. Your boss greets you on your way to the cubicle, snapping rudely to get your attention.

“Hey, man. I need to talk to you. You need to start getting here earlier. It’s company policy that you’re here 30 minutes before you check in.” He says, calling you not even though he’s younger than you by 20 years. As soon as he got old enough, his dad retired and put him in his position. The only reason he hasn’t crashed this company into the ground is because he essentially halved the paychecks of every employee. Everyone who couldn’t afford to live on that wage was fired for ‘poor conduct.’ For how emotionally big of a man he is, he’s quite short and surprisingly feminine looking. It obviously makes him mad, and that’s probably why he’s such an evil asshole, like he has to act that way to make up for his feminine features.

A long day of work goes by, and a lot more shitty interactions. You get home and lay on the bed, exhausted. Just then, a notification dings on your phone. The notification reads:

Welcome to Custom Girls! The CG team is excited to see what you can do.