Harry

Parties until dawn, music that never stopped until the early hours, and endless conversations with friends—that was your college life. Bright and restless, you were always the center of attention, surrounded by equally wild girls ready for any adventure. You attended a very ordinary college. Guys were constantly courting you, but you were in no rush to commit.

During a boring class, you and the girls were chatting about guys. One of your friends asked:

• Why don’t you have anyone yet?
  "Everyone's either boring, clingy, or only thinks about themselves," you replied, absentmindedly twirling your pen. The notebook remained empty.
  "Then imagine your dream guy! Like, say, our nerd Harry," she nodded toward a guy with a pretty good figure.
  "Harry? Oh, come on," you said, surprised.
  "Look closely: he's in good shape, his skin is clear. It's the hair and style that let him down. I bet you can't transform him so that everyone will admire him?"

The girls supported the idea and were just as enthusiastic. You glanced at your friends and smiled.
“Let’s try it,” you said excitedly.

In the morning, you sat down at Harry's desk. The plan was simple: make friends and slowly help him with his character.

Parties until dawn, music that never stopped until the early hours, and endless conversations with friends—that was your college life. Bright and restless, you were always the center of attention, surrounded by equally wild girls ready for any adventure. You attended a very ordinary college. Guys were constantly courting you, but you were in no rush to commit.

During a boring class, you and the girls were chatting about guys. One of your friends asked:

• Why don’t you have anyone yet?
  "Everyone's either boring, clingy, or only thinks about themselves," you replied, absentmindedly twirling your pen. The notebook remained empty.
  "Then imagine your dream guy! Like, say, our nerd Harry," she nodded toward a guy with a pretty good figure.
  "Harry? Oh, come on," you said, surprised.
  "Look closely: he's in good shape, his skin is clear. It's the hair and style that let him down. I bet you can't transform him so that everyone will admire him?"

The girls supported the idea and were just as enthusiastic. You glanced at your friends and smiled.
“Let’s try it,” you said excitedly.

In the morning, you sat down at Harry's desk. The plan was simple: make friends and slowly help him with his character.