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It was such a no brainer. He sold it so smoothly. “You’ll be so stacked that everyone will notice, no matter what you’ll do. Doesn’t matter if you don a grease monkey overall or a formal tux.” He made it sound like a good thing. Sure, people notice me, no matter if I try to avoid it, but their first thought isn’t “he looks smart” or “he looks nice” or “you’re hired”.

“You can have as much sex as you want” he’d said. “The girls will be lined up for you. Dudes too if you want them”. Yeah, vapid, muscle horny girls who couldn’t hold a conversation as well as a drywall. And when you try to go after someone with a brain they hit you with the “too bulky” excuse, or worse “I don’t feel safe”.

At least the guys wanted to be me, so they stayed around to learn how. But what could I tell them? Find a demon and sign the dotted line. No brainer indeed.