Unexpected Advantage

My rival at the company I worked at got everything. No matter how hard I worked or how many extra hours I put into working, he gets all the credit. To top it all off, he's my boss now. A rich asshole at the top of the corporate ladder. Always bossing me around and getting pissed when I don't do it down to the finest detail.

"Craig why didn't you do this?" or "Craig, get the reports here in 5 minutes or you're fired!"

I couldn't do anything, and HR wouldn't help me, no matter how many times I complained.

It didn't help that I was stuck at that job now anyways, I had no prospects, no leads, nothing. A 37 year old male sucked completely dry of his energy, I just gave up. Even started to gain weight too. 

As I looked at myself in the mirror, pressing my hand to my ever growing beer belly, I wished for a better life.

"I wish I had all of what he had and never had to work a day in my life again."

And then I went to sleep, drunk and with a stomach full of Doritos, I passed out, just not caring anymore.

But, it appears that someone heard me. Because when I woke up, I was definitely not in my room.

I looked around, startled a bit, a massive door was open to a balcony and thin white curtains surrounded my bed. I shot up, now fully awake, and I was surprised to find dark hair fall in front of my eyes. I brought my hands up to feel it, only to also notice that I now had long white painted nails. Then, when I looked down I had the biggest shock of my life.

Two perfect bare breasts sat on my chest. Cautiously I moved my new hands downward and cupped them, my new hair going past them and I flicked it out of the way with a head movement. Which, for some reason, felt weirdly natural to do. I squeezed my new boobs lightly and rubbed the nipples slightly, a rush of warmth tingled it's way through my body.

"I need a mirror." I said aloud, covering my mouth as I did. My new voice was cute, and just further confirmed the fact that I was indeed a girl. I pulled the sheets back further and found sexy lacy black panties covering my new mound. Putting a hand down there for a quick feel solidified it, I was one hundred percent a female. 

I swung my long legs over the bed and stood up. Making note of how sexy they were as I did. I looked around for a second and found a bathroom. Walking in I instantly saw my new form in the mirror. Staring back at me was a brown eyed, fit, half-naked brunette beauty. More specifically...

"I'm Raquel? I'm my rivals daughter?!"

I grinned. This was gold. This was perfect, my wish had been granted. Looking down I squeezed my breasts again. 

I ended up exploring my new body for about an hour, giving myself countless orgasms. Enjoying the pulsations of my velvet folds that lay beneath me, the wonderous feeling of massaging my breasts. I even found Raquel's toy collection and man was her "massager" powerful, I appear to have her memories to an extent. I could also tell that her body wanted more. She was on vacation in Costa Rica at her Costa Rican home and was supposed to meet up with friends later.

"What happens on vacation, stays on vacation." I said to myself, enjoying the sound of my new voice and smoothing my hair.

I giddily slipped on a sexy green bikini and jean shorts. Adorning myself with her favorite jewelry. This was too perfect, I would get to know her, explore her body more, even go and find a guy or girl to have sex with, and then when I get home...the real fun begins. Time to make "daddy's" life a living hell. I smiled mischievously at the cute girl in the mirror, bringing a hand to my breast and squeezing, tweaking my nipple and letting out a feminine "Aah!". I was 22 again and had my whole life ahead of me, not to mention that I was filthy rich now.

And this body, man this body, it's like it was made for pleasure, if masturbating and using a vibrator and a dildo felt that good, I wonder what having sex would feel like.

The new Raquel is here to stay.