You step out of the dressing room feeling like a million bucks. The salesgirl obviously agrees and claps as she sees you, "Now, isn't that better than what you were?"
You smile despite yourself, "Oh, it is." You look over yourself in a full sized mirror, "But what do I do now? I can't go home like this."
The woman just points out the window at all the young men walking the street, "You are a part of this island now, this is your home. Do what comes naturally and you'll always have a place to stay here."
You step out onto the street and watch as the eyes turn in your direction. You realize only now that there are almost no women on this island, the salesgirls at the dress shop were the first you'd noticed.
"Hey, baby, you interested in havning a good time?" you hear from behind you.
You turn and see a young man, no more than 20, looking you over. He's not much to look at, but all you care about is that he's male and willing. "Depends on what you mean."
He dangles a key, "I've got a room down the street..." his voice trails off with the obvious invitation left unsaid.
You waste no time taking him by the arm, "Then by all means, lead the way."
***
A few minutes later, you sit on the bed sorely disapointed. Once you got your young stud into his room, every touch started to transform him. It was only moments before he was too large to fit in you, and after that you started to lose the mood. It didn't help that he ended up a draft horse stallion before you could even get any pleasure.
You sigh, realizing that it isn't going to be easy getting laid on Pleasure Island if all your dates become studs so quickly. You're going to have to try again and again...