Will Jerry survive this tongue lashing that isn't of the fun variety

"Ladies ! Quiet your making your new troop member feel uncomfortable", shouted the troop leader, a stern woman named Mrs. Henders. Mrs. Henders is a tall well endowed woman with a no nonsense attitude. Mrs. Henders did her best to keep the peace with a fake smile plaster on her face. She introduced Jerry to the group, but you could practically hear the groan echoin' through the room.

They soon resumed their activities for the day, but there was a thick cloud of tension hanging in the air, stickier than melted chocolate bar on a hot summer's day. You try to cheer yourself of up by thinking to yourself maybe there hungry and need to grab a snickers. Maybe they there not themseleves when there hungry. You try to join in, but it was like trying to do the waltz through a minefield in crocs. Every step you took set off an explosion of eye rolls and snickering from the not so lovely ladies.

Now you may have been scrawny but you weren't the kind of guy who would back down without a fight, but this time was worth an exception. On platforms like Twitter and Redit you had the confidence and bravodo of Andrew Tate but in person were had the nerdiness of a young early age Michael Cera. You think of walking away and calling it quits but you have a vision of the manosphere role models of the manosphere like Jordan Peterson and Andrew Tate trying to motivate you. Jordan Peterson tells you to clean your room which baffles cause your not even in your room which is admitedly dirty. Then Andrew Tate shows up buying his girlfriend a lamborhini even more baffling. You were staring into the distance seeing one abstract manosphere vision after another each more and more bafling.

You snap out of your multi coloured red and black pill trance when you here a biting remark from one of the girls saying "oh what a weirdo he's staring at the wall like some of sort mentally defective kid.". You try to act non cholent about the whole ordeal by saying something quipy to the girl, sadly noting came out your mind was stumped.

You muster up the courage to walk up to the girl and to say "Hey, I get it I may not be what you were expecting, but I wanna be a part of the girl scouts, even though you and your vicious friends just massacred any shred of self confidence I ever had", you say with your voice trembling with wavouring confidence.

Trina looked at you with a mix of annoyance and curiousity. "Look, Jer or Jerry or whatever your fucking name's supposed to be. We've worked hard to create our lovely little girls-only space and you being a girl scout is seriously messing things up. Your messing up our style. If your serious about being a Girl Scout then you'll have to prove it to us. Show us you can handle the challenges and be a true member of this sisterhood".

You nod in agreement, with her.

"Ok Jerry the first thing we need to do is get you to look more girly", said Trina

"Alright but wait I;m already dressed in scout uniform.", you say to her

"It's not enought that your weaing a girl scout uniforms", said Trina

"I thought women like men in uniforms", you say trying to make yourself seem cooler than you are.

"We like men in uniforms, but sadly you don't really look like a man. Or at least you don't look like the sort we like", Tinna says to you bluntly

"Ouch way to boost by confidence", you say in response.

"So what's the move in getting me to look more girly since I don't meet your standards or whatever.". you say somewhat irritated

"Well start with make up", says Trina