Unsure

Great. Just wonderful. There he was, staying with a woman he was hoping to spend more time with, faced with the dilemma of participating in a feminine focused trip. Sure, Jack could just leave if he wanted, but he'd already taken the time off, and that doesn’t set much better of an impression, pussying out like that. On the other hand though, Jack hadn’t dressed like a girl since. . . you didn’t even know when, and that was only a joke with Jenna and her friends, nothing like this.

Your confusion must’ve been apparent, because Andrea soon piped in. “You said you trusted me, right?”

“I mean, yeah, but-“

“And you do, right?” Andrea knew that Jack wouldn’t take something like that back. Jack knew it too.

“Yes”

“Then trust me. This will be fun, and I promise you, you will get the relaxing you need. I never break my promises.” Andrea looked at Jack directly in the eyes while saying all this, like she was trying to read his soul. Her reassuring voice and trustworthy demeanor was hard to resist, and eventually Jack came to the conclusion that: