In a World Where All the Women Want Me, Help!!! 2

Jonah Plesius was feeling trapped in his dead-end job; again. He felt beyond trapped; at 25, he figured his life would be more exciting than this. Jonah jumped into college almost as soon as he had graduated, a full-ride scholarship to his second pick university doing what he loved, coding programs and playing online games. He graduated from that school as one of the top 5 students; the world was supposed to be his. He got headhunted by a promising new tech startup company; his work accounted for most of the company’s profits, and their work kept on earning them money hand over fist; saying the sky was the limit would have been an understatement. That little tech company went four years making money and a name for itself, then some rich asshole came in and bought the place out from under everyone with some legally questionable practices, and a lot of strongarm tactics, then folded the company into another corporate institution as their IT.

Jonah himself wasn’t much to talk about. Aside from his technical abilities, Jonah was pretty plain and average. Caucasian skin, sandy blonde hair, and a build that would easily make him look like a step up from the before pictures in an ad about some muscle improvement plan or equipment meant he was barely noticeable. Jonah almost blended into the background, for the most part. Working somewhere that didn’t really care about your appearance was a godsend to him.

Jonah wasn’t very happy about that; being relegated to IT practically felt like they were setting him with a supervillain origin most days. A career he enjoyed turned into a job he disliked in what felt like the blink of an eye, especially since his team was split and sent to different locations. Thankfully, he made a few friends at his new location. The most notable being Marsha Shellcon, a moderately ranked member of Human Resources. Granted, she wasn’t much to write home about; her appearance was slightly above average. That said, she was actually pretty smart and mostly focused on work when in the office; almost none of her colleagues wanted to spend free time with her for one reason or another. But outside of work, she was the same sort of pressed person Jonah was. She had a twin, nearly identical, sister, Trisha, who did pretty well in the real estate market, who lived with her. The two did pretty well; the only reason both worked in the industries they did was to minimize the impact of economic bubbles on their lives.

Jonah and Marsha actually got off of work at the same time, after putting in way more overtime than they probably should by just about any metric (especially legally), and were waiting for Trisha near the complex she worked out of, so the three of them could go to the nearby local bar and get wasted for the night. For the first time in a long time, all 3 of them had a day off on the same day. Little did they know things would go a bit more unusual than they were familiar with. Thankfully, none of them had any pets, mostly because their rent agreements for their homes didn’t really allow pets.

Trisha came out of the building in her smart business dress, her wavy brown hair just barely making it to her shoulders and business flat shoes making a clicking sound on the concrete as she made her way to Jonah and Marsha. Marsha also had brown hair, a lighter shade than her sister, but both had coral blue eyes and the same basic frame, which included their less-than-notable CCC-Cup bosoms. Jonah didn’t have any romantic notions about the twins; he didn’t really know their thoughts about him since he felt it was not his place to ask that sort of question unprompted. To Jonah, they were just good friends, friends he desperately needed to keep from losing.

After meeting up, the three of them were getting ready to make a departure when they felt something hold them in place, and an aquamarine light enveloped them. The next thing any of them knew, they were waking up on some sort of tropical beach in unfamiliar attire that felt far more revealing than they were used to. In addition, they felt like they had changed in some way that felt great.