Setting up the date and getting to work

Strange as today has been, thanks to the rings, it has been working up to be marvelous day. "Absolutely," you say. "Uh, would tonight work, maybe 8 o'clock?"

"Sure!" Mary chirps. "Where should we go?"

"Maybe we could meet up at La Piazza on Oak Street? They do great pizza and pasta, nothing too dressy."

"Sounds good to me!" Mary says, smiling wide.

"Excellent," you smile back. You wonder how to put a bow on this weird and wonderful encounter. "Mary, I have to run to work now. I'm guessing you don't normally encourage men to play with your body in public, but I'm glad you decided today to make an exception for me."

"It was literally my pleasure Nick," Mary says with a playful smirk, "and I got to see a size of you that I've never seen before," she says glancing down at your trousers. "Oops, I meant a side of you," she corrects herself, giggling at her 'slip'.

"I'm sure," you say deadpan. "Okay, see you tonight at 8!"

"See you, big guy!" She giggles as she walks away.

Right. Somehow, these rings must give you unspecified powers to change what others consider appropriate behavior. As far as you know, all males grope all females in greeting and people to openly observe and discuss men's penis size now. But there's also something weird happening ; you're getting away with things other people don't consider normal, since you don't see anyone else bringing off girls in the street.

You may have all that on your mind, but you probably still have to get to work. Fortunately you're just a short walk away.

You head into the ground-floor office, past the receptionist Dahlia. While your office is a bit more informal, as the public face of your office, she made a point of dressing in a business outfit, consisting today of a seafoam jacket and a fine white blouse. This is a pleasant contrast to her milk-and-coffee-coloured skin, and black hair.

"Hi Dahlia," you say as you approach, set to walk past her desk.

"Hi Nick," she says, with a concerned smile. "Is everything okay today?" She stands up at her desk, leaning over it slightly in concern.

You slow down in hesitation, and then remember the new courtesy. "Sorry, it's been a strange morning," you say as you reach into her jacket and lightly grasp a breast. Dahlia smiles a friendly, professional smile in response as you give her a gentle kneading. You're not sure this will ever get old.

"Glad to hear it," she says. You continue kneading, and she looks down at your crotch over the desk as she continues the friendly conversation. "Looks like the morning hasn't been too bad for you if you're sporting wood! Looking good. Say, how big is your penis anyway?"