Steven, the reluctant assistant supervisor at Wilko, had worked at the store for years. Despite being surrounded by attractive women at his workplace, Steven had somehow managed to have no luck at all in sex life. At the age of 41, Steven never managed to take a girl home, his friends Carly and Liz making sure to tease him about it every now and then. Luckily for his reputation around the store, Liz was his only co-worker that knew about this sign of shame, Carly and her friend Zoe keeping it a secret outside of the store.
His dream, unnaturally vivid last night, had Steven's women co-workers all over him, practically tearing his clothes off and wrapping their bodies around his. After plowing each and every one of his female co-workers in his dream, Steven was drenched in sweat and juices, they lay on the hard floor, moaning and whimpering between haggard breaths. Hearing a disembodied voice, Steven's dream ended, bolting upright as he looked around the room, the dream seeming so lifelike that he had to get reacquainted with his real surroundings.
With a heavy sigh, Steven did his morning routine before heading off the work, dreading his younger co-workers' gossip about their boyfriends and girlfriends. At the very least, Liz could be expected not to complain about her husband, being a good enough friend and boss to not "rub it in" that she managed to get married while he couldn't even get a girl for a second date. In the shower, Steven reflected on his dream the last night, being so enjoyable that his boxers where basically soaked from his fantasies. As the water poured down his body, Steven tried to remember exactly what the disembodied voice had said to him that made him wake up. With an electric shock in his brain, Steven gripped his head as it seared with pain, the words coming back to him, louder and clearer than before. Deep enough that his bones seemed to shake, the words voice reverberated through Steven's body: "DO YOU DESIRE THE POWER?!"
Too shocked to think straight, Steven stood in the shower, his mind reeling from whatever had just spoken in his bathroom. Moving to turn off the water, Steven buckled over, gripping his stomach as he felt a burning feeling spreading through his body, branching out from his stomach to his arms and legs. Only one thought raced through his mind "Anything to end this! Anything!!" as Steven felt like he was about to die. Just as the pain reached agonizing levels, feeling like the blood within his body was boiling, the voice spoke again: "VERY WELL." as images raced through Steven's mind.
Inside Steven's head, images flashed, images of Steven turning into a ghostly form, his body becoming see through and walking through walls. Images of Steven walking up to people and plunging his arms into their back, ghostly particles twinkling out where the person's back met Steven's arms. Countless more images flashed by, Steven somehow able to recognize all of them and remember them despite appearing for but a fraction of a second. The images ending, Steven realized he was lying on his back in his shower, the water still pouring down on him. Standing up, making sure not to fall on his ass in the shower, Steven quickly dried off and got dressed, his mind still processing what he had seen and heard.
Getting into his car and turning the engine on, Steven realized with shock that he had spent over a hour in the shower and that he was definitely late for work already. Grabbing his phone, Steven decided to call Liz and explain that he was gonna be late, his phone ringing as he held it in his hand. Hearing Liz's familiar ringtone, he decided to answer and explain himself. Hardly a second after answering he heard his superior's voice: "Steven! Just because you're a supervisor now doesn't mean you can be an hour late! This'll look bad on me too you know!!"
Able to get a word in, Steven began stammering about his alarm clock before taking a deep breath. Thinking fast, Steven decided to...