Go for a walk

Mike looked at his skin, and figured he could almost see his reflection on his pale arm. Maybe a walk would do him some good. He threw his destroyed, cum soaked clothes into the hamper, and pulled on some nicer clothes. He still didn't have any ambitions for this power he'd been granted. Mike had read enough bizarre sci-fi to know that unimaginable power could become mundane if overused. He didn't want to bore himself on the first day!

With that in mind, he stepped out of his room and into the cum splattered main room of the apartment. After prying the door open, taking the elevator down, and scratching Mrs. Gradison's poodle, he was ready to get a move on.

It was only midday, and he didn't feel any great desire to start working until the evening. He could never code while the sun was out, which would explain his abysmal sleep schedule and even sadder bank account.

Mike mulled over what Hazel had said as he looked at the people around him. Sure, he could just **** anyone who met his eye into fucking him, but he wanted to do something… broader.

“Everybody is way more comfortable talking about sexual things and fantasies with people. Even with strangers.”

The rush of energy damn near brought him to his knees. Mike stumbled forward, catching himself on a guardrail.

“Oh deary are you alright?”

Mike looked up to see a woman staring at him through coke-bottle glasses. Her face wrinkled even more than it might usually as she rushed over to him, worry framing her face. She was about two heads shorter than the man she was now trying to help to his feet, but that certainly wasn’t stopping her.

Mike wanted to protest and say he was alright, but he was far too busy. He struggled to focus on the two sidewalks spiralling in his vision as his head pounded.

“Sit deary, you’ll feel better,” the tiny woman said, guiding him over to a bench, “I think I have some water in my purse.”

She did indeed, and Mike had soon drained her mini-water bottle. She even gave him a painkiller. He wasn’t sure that would help a magic sickness, but he took it anyway.

“Would you like me to call someone for you deary?”

“Nah, nah, I’m- Huurgh, jeez,” Mike said, keeping his head as still as possible.

“That’s alright. I can stay here until you feel a little better,” she replied, before looking back at her water bottle, “though I might just fill this up. Don’t you go moving now, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself!”

With that, she got up and shuffled over to a nearby water fountain. Mike’s head was still spinning, but he could now kind of think. And with that, his eyes bugged out of his head. He scrambled into his pockets, earning him another sharp stab of pain. He fished the remote out, flicking it back to ‘lie’ just as the mystery lady came back.

“Here you are,” She said, passing the now full water bottle back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name there deary.”

“Mike,” he said, in between gulps of water, “What’s -hurgh- yours?”

“Lotachukwu, but most people call me Nana,” she said with a wry smile.

Mike raised an eyebrow. He was starting to feel a little better, and he was curious to see exactly how the change that got him here would work.