You look around yourself and it takes a while to work out where you are. Finally, you begin to recognise the architecture of the room: It is your apartment. But instead of a floor covered in crumbs, beer cans and stain-encrusted porn mags, the place is immaculate. And what is that strange smell? Some sort of… air freshener!
The décor is tasteful and neatly laid out. You wonder who lives here, because it clearly isn’t you. The kitchen is equally clean and tidy. In the bedroom, however, you stumble and almost break your neck on a pile of almost identical shoes, that have half tumbled out of the wardrobe.
You make your way to the window and cautiously peek out. You’ve always enjoyed the view from this window and sure enough… yes… the ladies aerobics class still practises in the hall with the large windows just below you and across the way. You pause and watch a while, growing hard with the realisation that this is not just a room full of horny women but a whole world of them and you are the only man.
You rush back into the living room and peer out of the front window onto the street below. Sure enough there are women everywhere: short-skirted college girls skipping arm in arm, sharp-suited business-women doing lunch together, couples walking prams (??!).
You glimpse across to the park, where you can often see couples making out on the benches. Sure enough, there’s a lesbian couple going at it hammer and tongues – and nobody ses to be batting an eyelid. This world is so cool! |