You don't really notice much difference

An hour later, you had a haircut. Considering you normally cut your own (#3 on top, #1 on the sides) an hour was a long time and you expected something fancy. Not so much from what you could see.

Still, Jackie and Monica seemed impressed.

They were equally impressed with their clothing choice... a pair of pants and a pullover shirt with a partially open front.

The fake tanning place was almost too much but Jackie looked at you with those big brown eyes and you reluctantly agreed.

"Now," she says as she drags you into an alley out back of the tanning salon, "you need to learn to walk like a man."

"You mean like this?" You do your best John Wayne impression.

Monica breaks out into laughter. "That is so bad."

"What?"

"Come on, Mike," Jackie says. "Don't bob up and down. You're not in a hurry, you know that everyone is looking at you because you're male, and you don't give a shit what they think."

Uh, yeah, sure. Sadly, you care a lot about what others think of you... and you're pretty sure they think you're a dweeb. Getting picked for this exercise only proves your point. Still, you try to do what Jackie says... without imitating her attempt at a John Wayne walk which looks, to you, more like a sexy woman on a catwalk than a macho cowboy.

After twenty minutes, she's either job-done or giving up on you because she nods. "Okay, walk out on the street.