"Billy Joe Davis," I said as Susan departed, which made Carla chuckle.
"That's funny baby," Carla said. "Really though, who?"
I smiled back at her. "BJ" Davis was the owner of the local Chevrolet car dealership, known for his unnaturally good looks and his over the top television commercials. He was about 6'4" and built like a football player, with bulging arm muscles and a square chin. His blonde hair was professionally styled and immaculate. He looked the part of a 1980s Hollywood action hero.
The girls always jokes about how they would love to give BJ a "BJ", so one day I had stopped and got his business card, which included his cell number. In person he was just as good looking as he was on television, and he oozed charisma. I certainly saw what the girls saw. Just talking with him for five minutes in my Susan body had me getting a chubby.
"No shit!" Carla blurted when I handed her the business card. "Susan is gonna love this. This is awesome. Let's do this baby."
I pulled up the app on my phone and tapped BJ Davis' name. Suddenly the car salesman was standing naked in front of, looking just as good as he did on television with clothes on. His muscular body could have been chiseled from stone and put statues of the Greek gods to shame.
"What the fuck!" Carla blurted suddenly. I saw it at the same time. "No fucking way."
At his crotch, among a forest of beautiful blonde pubic hair, only a small purple head emerged. Below his pubes dangled a relatively large set of balls.
"The body of a god and the penis of a kindergartner?" she asked. "What did this guy do in a past life? He was cursed. He should have a giant horse cock...not this."
"I never imagined this," I said.
"You can choose again, seriously baby," Carla said. "I mean, I'll get mine regardless, but this one is for you."
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