This business trip sucked. I had to fly cross country to give a huge presentation to a couple of potential clients and I blew it. Then of course afterwards I had to have an agonizing conversation with my boss over the phone on why I couldn’t sell our product to them. And it isn’t like I had anything to look forward to when I got home, just an empty apartment and a little goldfish.
I was never a wealthy man. I always struggled to pay the rent and put food on the table. I had to buy a bicycle instead of a car, purely because I couldn’t afford the registration or gas. I often fantasised about what it would be like to be rich and where cost is no barrier. What it is like to be noticed by the community as something other than hopeless, poor and desperate.
So, when a website stated that it could make people get rich quick, I leaped at the opportunity. I didn’t read the terms and conditions. I was simply too excited. With the intense desire to be wealthy on my mind, I rushed through all the questions it asked and clicked “GET RICH”.
You see, I expected a cheque to come in the mail that would give me the financial support I so dearly required but instead my world went black. It felt like I was spinning endlessly. Floating like a cork in the ocean. Then the feeling passed and it kind of felt like I was on a plane, high in the sky. I hadn’t been on a plane since I was young, simply because I couldn’t afford it but I was positive that I was indeed on a plane.
I forced my eyes open. The interior was a tan leather, with Blackwood panels. The plane was certainly the most luxurious thing I’d ever seen.
Then I brushed my long hair away from my face. It was then I realised something wasn’t right. I never had long hair. After placing hands on my chest I found there to be two round soft fleshy mounds lying there. I was wearing a silk robe and ripped it off my body quickly. I did indeed have breasts. My hand flew to my crotch like a rocket but it was gone. Nothing was left except a slit. I had a vagina. I was a woman.
I was unsure of what to think. I never wanted to be a woman. I wanted to be rich but I didn’t see a reasonable reason why being a woman had to be part of it. I didn’t know how to wear dresses, skirts, bras, heels, panties and make up. I didn’t want to be a woman. However, I hadn’t tried it first.
A man in an impeccably tailored suit came to my aid. He explained to me that I was a model with quite a fortune due to a rich inheritance and that this is my private airplane.
It took a while adjusting to my new body. However, I love it now. It’s great being rich and all but if I was offered to change back to my old body but still maintain my fortune, I would politely decline. I would rather be poor than lose this body.
Being a woman is great. You get to wear all kind of gorgeous clothes. Heels just make me look sexy. Even if I wasn’t rich I could get anything I desire because of men’s strong attraction to me. I’m rich and I’m beautiful. It couldn’t be better.
“Wouldn’t you want not to worry about money ever again?” a random man with a microphone asked me while walking on the street. “Sure. Who wouldn’t?” I said. “Great answer! You are our lucky winner!” the man said. A camera crew came out of nowhere, music started playing, they took pictures of me, they gave me some papers “you just have to sign here and here”, I went through with it. Then a limo showed up, “This limo is the start of your journey, your new life. It will take you to the airport, where you will travel in a private plane to europe! Once again congratulations!” the man said as I entered the limo.