Get ready for work tommarow

Despite your troubles in the bedroom, you still needed to pay your rent, and your roomate struggled to find stable work after coming out as a man. This was the last day of your weekend so you started getting everything ready for your 8am shift the next day. You worked at an accounting office doing boring, low stakes work for predictable pay, so after making sure you had a dress shirt and pants ready, your mind wandered to your coworkers, one of the few things that made any given shift unique.

Andy was the standard former jock. Used to be the star quarterback, leveraged that into a free ride at a good school and unlike a lot of his peers, really focused on making the most of his education. He was a smart, kind guy even if he spent a lot of time reminicing on the glory days and bragging about sexual conquests. It would make sense for an athlete like him to have bagged so many ladies you thought, testosterone increases sex drive so he was probably spouting from a just cheer routine.

Beth, in contrast, was a painfully average woman. 5 foot 3 inches, brown hair, reading glasses. Beyond just appearances though, she also seemed to have a kind of mystifyingly dull personality too. She never seemed to have any opinion on whatever the water cooler talk of the day was, and the one time you asked her about her interests she seemed a little embarrased before admitting that she really didn't have any real hobbies. Maybe she had some kind of insecurity complex? It's not like you're a psychologist.

Candice is the total opposite. A tall, blonde party girl who, despite being the office gossip and showing up to work hungover more often than not, managed to get every report she was tasked with on time, though rarely with more than a minute to go. You remember asking her out one time, but she said no... you remember her making fun of you a little bit but don't remember what specifically about, which is not normal for you... probably for the best.

Finally there was David, the office sleaze. He dressed pretty well and never did anything to get on HR's shit list, but he always rubbed you the wrong way. He spent a lot of time looking at the female coworkers with a kind of perverted grin. You get the appeal of boobs, sure, but he didn't seem to have any restraint. He also spent a lot of time in the bathroom, way longer than a good boy should spend. Then again, you had little room to judge anyone on that front.

As you went to bed you had a strange dream.