Jack sat on the bus stop bench, stymied. Even with the changed universe, he still faced the same problems he would have normally faced. A 23-year-old might look 15, and he might look about 35 now, but he wasn't going to have any more luck than he normally would as a 43-year-old might when hitting on somebody 20 years younger. And that wasn't even accounting for the social and maturity differences involved when someone in their 20s was still functionally a teenager.
He gave a glance at the copy of Hustler--which would have raised more than a few eyebrows back home, considering the apparent age of the girls in it. If Jack wanted to have any success here, he'd have to fit in better. He'd need to find a way to make himself more presentable to girls like Dawn, to have a chance. He glanced between the ring and the universe device and smiled. Luckily, the means to accomplish this was entirely in his grasp.