Break the ice with some harmless texting

Josh figured he could do some serious damage with this little app, but he also figured he'd better understand the changes he made before he moved on. He seemed to be the only one aware that things had changed. And frankly he had some much more fun ideas for the very near future.

But first thing's first. With gender roles switched, Josh figured that women bore the heavy lifting of general social responsibilty. Men and women had their libidos and gender roles switched. Women probably slaved away, had the ambition (or simply expectation) of climbing the hierarchy ladder and saw men as pretty onbjects, status symbols and interactive masturbatory aids. Given the experience he had not ten minutes ago, women were also much more forward socially, driven no doubt by their newly heightened sex drives and were expected to take the lead in approaching a male.

He had to admit it was an oddly refreshing concept. He remembered multiple times in his daily life and more socail settings being eaten up with nerves in approaching a pretty girl he was interested in. Considering all a girl had to say was 'no' and any effort by him from then on was harrassment, it came down to fly or die. And given his abyssmal luck with the ladies, he never flew.

But no longer. From now on, men, and by extension, himself, had the power of 'no' on their side. Girls wanted what men had in their pants now more than men wanted what they had. This was going to be fun. As Josh walked into the local underground subway station, he was much more understanding of the odd intensity in the majority of women's gazes. He was also much more aware of why some women from the old version of reality focused on their phones, a book or just the scenery to avoid those stares. He was doing the same occupying himself by entering the numbers of the girls he'd just met from the paper to his phone contacts.

After entering the numbers and the names associated with them into his phone, it occured to him that besides the buxom redhead Ashley, he didn't know which face he'd seen on the street was which girl. He mulled over it for a moment before he had an idea. Women here behaved like he'd expect a man to. Since women were more agressive than men now, it stood to reason they were more competitive with eachother and more willing to show off for a man they knew. More eager to prove their worth somehow. Almost chuckling to himself, Josh sent a group text to all the girls' numbers.

'Hey, I typed in your numbers, but I don't know whos who. :) Could you send me a pic of yourself to put as a contact img.' Josh sent it off. Then added another just to stoke the fires. 'Hottest pic will get a personal phone call from me;)'

He'd waited only five minutes before multiple responses pinged his phone. Even though she'd introduced herself personally and was therefore obvious, Ashley clearly wasn't being left out of this. An aerial view selfie showed the redhead smiling invitingly towards the camera and giving a very blatant view down her shirt. Closer inspection of the picture showed she had one arm under her chest and was probably pushing her breasts up to increase the cleavage. 'Hey sexy, you like ;)' was the text attached.

The next girl who'd responded the same time as Ashley was a bottle-blonde Asian girl named Sara. She'd been the one who'd commented on his 'fuckstick.' She'd clearly had someone else take the picture, but it seemed to be a variation of the cleavage theme. She wasn't as busty as her friend, but she still had what looked like a perky and full rack. A pair you could hang your hat on. Her picture showed her brushing her long, blonde hair back behind her ears as she leaned forward towards the camera and licked her lips deliberately. 'Hiya beautiful, these lips and this tongue can do things that would make your head spin. Wanna take this mouth for a ride?' was her message.

Next was the fifth girl who'd seemed stunned that he'd asked for their numbers. She apparently went by Beth. Probably short for Elizabeth. She was a black girl who'd been wearing a pair of daisy dukes and a sports jersey designed as a crop top. Obviously the 'jock' of their group. She looked taller and had obvious mucle mass that looked very toned. She didn't look body builder buff or even swimmer or gymnast muscular. She looked like a volleyball player or sprinter, lean and fit. 'Hey, like what you see?' was her text attached to an image of her trying for a 'smoldering' look at the camera. She honestly looked kinda angry.

After her was the nerdy girl's text. Her name was Amy. She was a white girl with plain brown hair. Her smile at the camera was a bit too eager and came across as a bit ****. She'd been wearing a fairly frumpy sweatshirt and baggy jeans. She'd apparently decided to take a shot at his little challenge and was lifting her sweatshirt high enough that he saw her flat little tummy and the lower cups of her bra. Her physique was obviously less physical. Slim and kinda gangly. She could best be described as 'willowy'. Still, Josh saw that while she wasn't an amazon like her athlete friend Beth or model worthy like Ashley and Sara, she was neither a whale who'd suffocate him in bed or a skeleton he'd be afraid to break. Baby definitely had potential.

Lastly was the third girl who'd spoken up for him in some odd reversed female chivalry against her friends. Her message came in a few minutes after the nerdy girl. She was a very pale goth girl who wore black lipstick, eyeshadow and nail polish. Her name was Vivian. She apparently kept herself out of the sun with a wide-brimmed sunhat, but the rest of her clothing wasn't quite so modest. She'd had someone take her picture for her too. She had a hip cocked out, one hand resting casually on the waist of her black, pleated miniskirt, while her other hand waved at him next to her big rack, barely contained by a spaghetti-strapped crop top. She wasn't as busty as Ashley, but she could definitely give the other girl a run for her money. She was winking at the camera. Her text read, 'sorry for my friends. they're a bunch of cock-thirsty skanks. i treat men with respect, and i think im more fun for it.'

'Well that was easy.' Josh mused. All he'd done is send a slightly flirty text and he'd gotten multiple just as flirty and even moreso pictures from five girls he barely just met. Should he keep his promise to call the 'hottest' girl? He'd probably get a date and some action easy. On the other hand, he was probably going to be late to work. But he supposed this new app on his phone could make things a lot more fun and manageable. Decisions, decisions