OFFICE CHANGE: DREAMS FOR MORE GOTHS CHAPTER 2 Part 1

Billy was back in his office room and took a deep breath. During his short walk from the lounge to his room, as long as his eyes could see, he saw his coworkers sporting dyed hair colors. What Leah said regarding that there were no women with natural blonde hair anymore in the office was true. Looking at the ‘colorful’ scenery, he couldn’t help but get excited. Under his pants, his cock was twitching. But sometimes being too excited could also be a bad thing in certain situations. He needed to calm himself down, he didn’t want to make a fool of himself and be labeled as a pervert before he could assess the situation. Thus, he walked as quickly as he could to his office.

“What’s wrong, Billy? You look as if you are being chased by a ghost,” Christine asked Billy in a snarky tone, who was just letting out a relieved sigh.

Billy forgot that he was sharing a room with Christine as a fellow trainee solicitor. His heart was beating faster as he looked at Christine. Christine’s changes were more drastic than the rest of the office. Her hair was now dyed purple, and her face was caked with matching purple goth-style makeup. She wasn’t in her professional suit today, but in a stylish, high-slit long black dress. From the slit, Billy could see that she was wearing a garter belt that connected to fishnet stocking.

He recalled his interaction with Christine yesterday. Christine was no longer prudish, as he knew her back in school. The current Christine was a foul-mouthed bitch who smoked and even blackmailed him to keep her secret.

Billy suddenly had the light bulb in his mind turned on. He needed to assess the situation, and Christine could help him with that.

“Christine, you still go by the name Christine, right? Not Sin X or something similar?” Billy asked her.

“Sin X? What the fuck you are talking about? Of course, I’m still Christine. Even if I’m going to change my name, I will not go with something cringey like Sin X,” Christine answered.

Billy let out another relieved sigh.

“Why are you sighing?” Christine asked her coworker curiously. Since entering the room, Billy has looked anxious. It made her interest pique.

“Nothing, never mind. May I ask you another question?”

“Ask away, but I don't promise I will answer unless you tell me what’s going on that makes you this anxious.”

“Fine, you probably laugh at me for this. Long story short, I have a dream where the women in this law firm are all turned into vulgar goth and punk. Then today, when I came here, I found out that all your girls are now getting their hair dyed to some unnatural color. If it were just one or two people, I would brush it off as a coincidence, but it’s the whole office. So, I think —”

“So, you think that you somehow had the power to influence us, and that your dream had become reality? You know that you sound ridiculous right now, Billy,” Christine interjected without even hearing Billy till he finished his sentence.

But a moment later, Christine seemed to think of something and said, “I take back what I said, now that I think of it, maybe there was something weird. As you said, all the women in the office suddenly decided to dye their hair, even that old hag Agatha had her hair dyed into the same color as her niece, Cassandra, had when I saw her this morning.”

“See? Maybe my dreams and fantasies are slowly affecting reality. It’s affecting the women in our office. Don’t you feel weird? You have been so prudish your whole life, and then you decided that you had enough about it, and decided to start smoking and speaking in a crass way, furthermore, you decided to dye your hair purple, which coincidentally, all the women in this office also did," Billy replied excitedly. He thought that he was close to the answer he sought.

“Alright, don’t get too excited for now. You have been talking about how your dreams and fantasies are slowly affecting the women in our office, but I’m curious, what about the other men working in this office? Are they getting changed into goths and punks too? Or are you not dreaming about them?”

Billy shook his head, “I don’t dream about them, but it is more in the sense that the other men are no longer working here. In my dream, I am the only man in this place.” Billy said.

He had left the detail that the men were no longer working there because, in his dream, the law firm had become a brothel or a lesbian escort service.

“I don’t know that you have such a power fantasy, Billy. Are you sure you are enough to handle all the women in this office all by yourself, Billy?” Christine teased.

“Well, it’s just a dream.”

“And you said that your dream slowly became reality. I think we need to run a few tests to confirm whether your dream comes true or not.”

“Isn’t that what we do right now? I’m asking you because I want to check whether my dream is coming true.” Billy was puzzled by what Christine meant by saying that they needed to run a few tests.

Christine shook her head. “No, asking me isn’t effective to tell whether your dream are affecting us or not. I still think that this is all just a coincidence. You may not know, but after Kelly got their hair dyed red yesterday, it became hot talk among the women in the office. Many were asking her where he got her hair done and already showed interest in coloring their hair too, considering the law firm didn’t have any rules against it. What I mean is that while it is quite weird that all women in our office dyed their hair, it is still reasonable and can’t prove that you are affecting us. But after hearing what you said about what happened to the men in your dream. I think it’s better for you to check with the men first instead of trying to confirm it with me or other women. Check whether there is still another man in this office aside from you or not.”

“Make sense, okay, let me go out for a moment.”

When Billy was back in the room, his expression was very complicated. Most of his male coworkers were absent from work today. From around 15 men that the office had, only 3 weren’t absent today. Including him, there were only Shawn, the black-skinned security guard, and Damien, a senior associate from the divorce settlement team who gave him quite a creepy feeling when they met yesterday. It took a pervert to recognize another pervert at first sight.

Billy felt like he was the Mad Titan, who was snapping half of the population away to dust. He felt guilty. He was now 90% sure that his dream had indeed bled into reality. Unlike the women with their hot talk about Kelly’s red hair and explainable reason why they all got their hair dyed, there was no such talk between the men that they were going to do a protest movement or boycott by not going to work today. The twelve of them just decided that they wouldn't be coming to work today without any notice. That couldn’t be such a coincidence! As for the leftover 10%, it was because Billy couldn’t explain why Shawn and Damien were still coming to the office.

He had caused the women in the office to slowly change into goth, punk, or alternative girls, while he caused most of the men to no longer want to work at the firm. As hot as corrupting the law-abiding lawyer into a corrupt goth and punk who had no intent to obey the law, Billy felt a sense of crisis. He knew that if his dream really came true, he feared that it wouldn’t stop just at making the women turn into goths; it could turn the law firm into a brothel or lesbian escort agency like in his dream, and he would lose his job. Billy was a rational guy, what was the use of making all the women in this office into his dream girl if, in the end, he would be kicked from the ‘Garden of Eden’ he created. He needed to be able to control his power before his dream completely manifested into reality, at least he needed to make sure that even if his workplace changed, he was still employed there.

No, why think small? I want to become the boss. Billy had decided that if the workplace changed, he wanted to become the boss, the master of the new place. He became the boss, or nothing. The question now was how did he control this power?

“So, how is the investigation going, Billy?” Christine asked the man who had just entered the room.

“No good, 12 out of 15 men in this office are absent today, I fear that it is my dream causing it.” Billy then told Christine his findings.

“No good? Aren’t you happy that the women in this office will become your walking wet dream? What do you worry about?” Christine was puzzled.

“No…It’s not about that, I’m worried that I can’t control my power and it will domino into something bad,” Billy answered.

“So you fear that you are unable to control your power. How about you dreaming that we are back to normal?”

“Dreaming you back to normal? How can I control my dream?”

“I don’t know, its your power, if you believe you did this, you can backtrack on what you did. Maybe you just need to think it off.” The purple-haired woman suggested, “Oh, if you find out how to control it, please don’t imagine anything weird about me.”

Billy nodded his head but he didn’t promise Christine. If he could harness his power as he wished, Christine probably would be the first he would mold into his perfect woman in his image.

The rest of the working hours were uneventful for Billy. He couldn’t do his work efficiently as his thoughts weren’t on his work. As Christine suggested, he was backtracking what he did these two days, which led to this situation. It was not for nothing. Billy found a few clues that he thought would help him harness his power. But he didn’t want to test it in the office.

When he was about to exit the office, Billy accidentally spotted Damien talking with Cassandra not far from the building exit.

Billy recalled his dream where Cassandra tried to dispose of him. If his dream bled into reality, would Cassandra try to kill him too? Billy was slightly panicked and decided to hide and not make his presence known to them. He couldn’t hear what they said clearly, but he could still pick up some words that they said: magic, wards, rituals, devil, and goth.

“Hey, Billy, what are you doing there?” Kelly suddenly came from behind him and patted Billy's shoulder.

Crap! Billy cursed in his mind.

“Don’t worry, Cassandra and Damien are already going away; why are you eavesdropping on their talk candidly though?” said Kelly.

When Billy looked at the spot where Cassandra and Damien previously stood and no longer saw them, he finally relaxed his vigilance.

“No specific reason, Brianne just told me to try avoiding Cassandra so I will not be harassed by her.” Billy made up a reason on the spot, it wasn’t like he was lying, Brianne indeed told him to avoid Cassandra. It was simpler to use that reason than to tell Kelly that she avoided Cassandra because his dream had bled into reality, and in his dream, Cassandra was trying to kill him.

“Ah, okay, understandable if it is from Brianne, but actually, I think Cassandra isn’t that bad of a girl. She is hard to control, vulgar, and rebellious, but typically she will leave you alone if you do not provoke her first.”

“Do you know what her relationship with Damien is?”

“Well, Damien and Cassandra share one niche interest, namely occultism. Cassandra can talk non-stop if it's about occultism. And among the employees in the office, only Damien shares the same interest. Hence, they are quite close to each other. Some people even thought that Damien was her boyfriend, but they never disclosed their true relationship, so nobody knows for sure what happened between the two.”

Boyfriend? But in my dream, she was a lesbian! Intriquing...will my power change her into a lesbian, or is she already a lesbian but nobody in the office knows about her sexual orientation? No, her sexual orientation isn’t important for now. Both Damien and Cassandra shared an interest in occultism and magic. I can slightly guess the content of their talk.

Billy could guess that Damien was aware of what happened in the office, the man probably had some kind of magical ward that countered his dream’s influence, and then Damien shared his findings with Cassandra, telling her that somehow the women in the office slowly changed into a bunch of goth girls. Billy wasn’t sure whether this would be good or not for him.

Billy put their matter aside for now. Cassandra and Damien weren't urgent issues he needed to handle. Controlling his power was.

As soon as Billy got back to his home. He rummaged through his laundry basket.

“There it is; thankfully, it is not lost yet.” Billy fetched the old coin from his dirty pants pocket.

He would forget about this coin's existence if it were not because of Cassandra. It was not a part of the clues he thought of, at least not before his conversation with Kelly about Cassandra regarding that Cassandra and Damien had an interest in occultism. Billy then recalled his first meeting with Cassandra. Cassandra had whispered to him that he possessed something interesting. He didn’t know what she meant back then, and even now, he still wasn’t sure whether this was what she meant. The old man who gave him the coin said that the coin could make his wildest dream come true. He shrugged off the old man’s words as empty words, considering how miserable the old man was. Billy felt stupid that he was too slow to make the connection that what the old man meant with his wildest dream would come true was literally his wet dream he had during his sleep would manifest into reality.

He had identified the cause; now he needed to find out how to control the power. Holding the coin in one hand, he tried to do what he did yesterday and two days ago; fantasizing about the girls in the office, especially Christine, Kelly, Brianne, and even Cassandra, but rather than fantasizing about them dressed like goth and punk. He was picturing them dressed in professional office clothes a respectable career woman would use and doing a normal office job. It was hard for Billy to maintain this ‘boring’ imagination. He wanted to imagine something else, something sexier, but feared that it would ruin the test. Obviously, Billy would not cum from this. Some minutes later, he had given up trying to use the fantasy to jerk off.

“I hope this is enough.” Billy mumbled. What was left for him was to drift to sleep and hope he got a sweet dream tonight.

Continued in the next part >>>

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