Yes, unfortunately

"You okay over there, Jameson?" Daniel- no, Danny, asks, their conversation having stalled as they noticed your shocked appearance. Daniel would have called you jamie, the Jameson had a lot of emphasis on the

"Erm, yeah, I'm just... got something to think about," you mutter, still slightly shell shocked, but realizing you need to get a grip.

"You bought white furniture and realized red wine might be an issue?" Charlie asked and chuckled. "Rookie mistake, I'll admit I've been there."

"Gawd, how many times have I fucked up my couches with wine," Danny supplies as she looks over to the latin Lucas. "Fortunately, Lucia has converted me to starting the nights with tequila. saves my furniture."

"Si si, but you need to use coasters to save the varnish on your tables," Lucia adds and the three slide into a discussion on how to minimize long term damage from their drinking habits, leaving you to realize you don't really have much in common with these girls compared to the guys you knew before.

'Well, shit,' you think as you realize your workplace might be better and more chirpy now, but none of these girls really share any of your interests. Sure, they are educated and know a lot of tech, but they don't really play videogames. If anything, from what you remember, most of the girls in here now are pretty ditzy, a quarter of them have onlyfans accounts, another half have instagram accounts they fill with exercise pictures and other things...

You're the sole male left in the tech support department. They are hot and young, but they leave you alone.

A memory appears in your mind from a meeting you had with Angel a few months back. She tells you she's told your colleagues to keep out of your way, because she doesn't want the work environment to cause problems for you back home. And she expects you to be on your best behavior as well: No dating or fucking colleagues, not unless you keep it completely professional and preferably out of the tech department.

Which is where all the hot girls are in the office building. Male co-workers around the apartment bully you, your girlfriend is not happy about you working in an all-female department. Not that you care that much what she thinks, you're 99% sure she's cheating on you with a PT down at one of the gyms she goes with her friends.

Welp. Life still sucks, though in a different way. You're not sure if your former male co-workers are worse off though. Hell, you think they seem much more optimistic, if not a little immature.

Lunch break ends and the four of you split up to your respective cubicles, your cup of coffee untouched as you tried to crowbar into the conversation a bit and forgot to drink from it. The phone begins to ring and you count down the minutes until an hour has passed as you begin remote supporting the idiots on the other floors.

The question however, do you want to try to undo the roll, or do you want to try to use this power on someone else?