What does the man do when sex isn't on his mind?

You left Bianca to stew in her misery while you went to work. Although public transport was available in the city, you earned more than enough that your parents had told you to just get a car and they would loan you the money at the time. So you went down to the carpark and drove out to work.

The drive was uneventful. The world seemed to still be going on its own business, despite how your own circumstances had shifted dramatically. People still went about their lives around you as normal, regardless of their orientation and personal tastes in attraction, they dressed the same and talked the same. You wondered what it was that made everyone tick a little differently.

Perhaps it was small differences in experience? But surely such a small difference between one person and wouldn't really change the course of their lives so drastically. Unless the experiences added up, like drops of water that would fill a bucket or become a tidal wave. It felt surreal thinking about where you were today with the potential to get your dick wet whenever you liked by simply stopping somewhere and picking out a gay girl from the crowd to fuck. Was there something wrong with you for enjoying it so much? Perhaps you had some leftover grudges from too many past failed romances...

Pulling up in the carpark to work, you had to admit that productivity wasn't exactly the highest priority on your mind. With your new powers you could change the world, sexually of course, but change it all the same. That made you wonder, was there any way to somehow use your new abilities for some "good" cause?

Management had refused to do anything about the only elevator in the building being ridiculously slow, but as Sandy walked into the lift with you, a smile crossed your face unwittingly anyways. It was the first time since yesterday that you wouldn't be having a conversation with someone who was gay. When you looked over at Sandy, nothing in your head clicked, and you got to appreciate some time where women weren't throwing themselves at you for penitent sex.

"Hey, John? What's with that faraway look on your face?" Sandy asked next to you. You glanced up and gave her a sheepish grin and a shrug. What exactly were you supposed to say?

"Heh, sorry about that. Just, had some stuff happen to me yesterday which seems like it's going to change a lot of things for me," you tell her. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of it, and going back to work feels weird because it's like, I'm doing something so normal just after something big has happened. Does that make sense?" You ask.

Sandy nods next to you. "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. I felt like that when my grandma died. We didn't talk too much while she was alive, she was always so quiet whenever the family met up. But when she was gone and we had one more family reunion to celebrate her life, it was like the room was different without her. Waking up the next day and going back to my normal life felt weird, kinda sounds like that you're describing."

You agree with her as well, although the **** of a family member was rather much more grim than what you were going though, the feeling of disconnect was probably about right.

"Have any tips?" you ask jokingly.

Sandy thought about it for a moment while other people got on the elevator and you were both quiet. Your departments were higher up in the building. After they left, she answered you.

"I guess I'd say try not to **** everything to feel normal? Go with the flow, expect things not to go the way you planned and give yourself space and time to be flexible if you need a moment. And if you decide that things need to change because stuff in your life has changed, go for it."

You gave her words some serious thought as the lift ascended the last couple of floors. "Thanks Sandy, those were actually...kind of helpful and fitting I think." She smiles at you in response while you absorb her words. They were honestly really good words of advice. You faced the doors with a lighter feeling in your chest as the elevator dinged and reached your floor.

As the doors opened, however, your bright look dropped and you immediately realized you had a problem.