It seemed like a good plan at the time. I could never figure out a way to strike up a conversation with a woman, which left me perpetually single, but I thought knowing their experiences better would help me. That was the core of the idea.
I’d use the magic to transform myself into a hot woman for a few hours, make friends with a few of them, and hopefully learn everything I needed to know.
As it turned out, talking to hot women when you yourself are a hot woman isn’t necessarily any easier. I still flubbed my words; they still rolled their eyes at me. If anything, the experience was even more humiliating than when I was a guy because it was like they expected more from me and they didn’t hold back on their criticism.
I suppose I did learn one thing. I asked myself why I was trying so hard to be with women like this? They were rude; they were mean. They might’ve been hot, but did I really want to be in a relationship with someone like them?
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