It's hard to say

You take Jackie's last advice and walk like you think your dick is too big for your pants and that you have to step carefully so as not to break it off. It's a funny and easy-to-remember mental image.

You get some looks from women and from some guys as well, but you're not sure whether the looks are admiration for your coolness or concern over your self-endangerment.

Still, the smile from one blonde looks a lot more welcoming than mocking.

"All right, Monica," Jackie says. "I think I have a client."

Monica sighs. "Fine. You're right, you can work miracles. But it'll take more than a miracle to fix me."

Jackie shakes her head. "Check her out, Mike. You think she's got potential? Oh, Monica, lose the baggy sweats so he can have a fair look."

Monica looks like she'd rather chew on nails but she tugs off her sweats and stands in front of you in a pair of silky yellow shorts and a thin white tank top.

Okay, she's still standing like she's ashamed of herself, which makes you instinctively think of her as less attractive. And her skin is still pasty. And her hair is pretty much everywhere. And her nose is a little big. Still, she's kind of attractive. While she doesn't have much muscle tone, she's thinner than you thought... and has nicer tits. Now that you're looking, you can see a bit of side-boob and that's a really nice boob. And she's not wearing a bra so you see the points of her nipples through her shirt... and they are pointing. You don't think she's cold... could she be turned on by... you? So..."Well..."

Jackie breaks out laughing. "Told you, Monica. The dick doesn't lie."

Crap. Sure enough, you've sprung a boner.

"Hum." Monica gives you a look that seems to promise more than just a day spa makeover. And all of a sudden she's not just average... that look is smoldering. Your dick sprongs even fatter.

"Okay, I got another client," Jackie says. "See you two later."