Daughter of the Boss

 “Are you serious Mr. Williams? Again, with the excuses? You have just as much work as the rest of your coworkers, maybe even less, but do you hear them complaining about the workload? I’m pretty sure the perks and bonuses you get with the job are more than enough to cover any unpaid overtime you’ve had to do to meet the more than generous deadlines we have given you. Now back to work, maybe if you weren’t so often in my office to complain you would have enough time to complete the tasks we give you.”

It was the same speech over and over again. If no one else was complaining, mustn’t be that bad right? Wrong! It was hell out there. You were all overworked and underpaid for it. But because you were the only one with the guts to confront the team’s Manager, your concerns and complaints were shrugged off as insignificant. But no more. You had enough, and today you wouldn’t back down until something was done, whether it be hiring more people, or even just extending the timeline to a more reasonable one to lighten the load. So, despite Mr. Stevens dismissing you with a curt wave of his hand and turning back to his computer screen, you remained seated and spoke up.

“No, this is absolutely ridiculous, outrageous even! I demand that you reduce our workload, or at the very least, compensate us for all the overtime we have to put in. It’s only reasonable!”

Your boss sighed in exasperation, grabbing his head in his hands.

“Alright that’s it, I’ve had enough of your tantrums. You want to act like a spoiled brat? I’ll give you a good reason to act like one.”

You look at him, puzzled, asking yourself what he meant, when he opened the top drawer of his desk, taking out a pouch. Before you have a chance to speak and question the meaning of his last sentence, he throws the pouch at you with full force, stunning you in surprise as its contents explode all over you leaving covered in shiny glitter. You try to stand up and protest in indignation, but you find yourself rooted to your chair, unable to move or speak, as Mr. Stevens looks at you with an evil self-satisfied smile.

That’s when the powder starting doing its work, shining brighter and brighter, until you started to feel yourself change under it. Your figure shrunk dramatically, as your skin softened and became hairless and pale. You felt your hair grow out, spilling way past your shoulders and lightening to a light blond color. You raised up slightly on your seat, your ass gaining a fair amount of feminine padding, with your small girlish breasts blossoming, and your dick inverting, leaving you with a vagina, and making you all woman, more particularly all teenage girl. Finally, your clothes reformed, leaving you in a very feminine blouse and skirt, boxers changed into a pair of panties, fitting tightly over your new anatomy, a bra appearing to cup your new tits.

The changes had stopped, and your body was altered completely. Where before there was an adult businessman, now sat an 18-year-old girl. But even if your body had stopped changing, you were still incapacitated, left immobile and vulnerable. And while most of the glitter had faded away, its job completed and its magic exhausted, some remained on your face, around your ears, your eyes and on your head. Mr. Stevens got up from his desk, circling around it and making his way to you. Once he was by your side he crouched, so that his mouth was level with your ear, before whispering quietly.

 

“Wow this thing really works. I only had enough money for one dose so I better make it worth it. You witnessed firsthand the effects of this magical powder, but changing bodies is not all it does. It changes minds, reality even, centered around one person, the person being changed. And now everything I am about to say is about to become reality, your reality, your new life!”

He took a deep breath, and then proceeded in a voice that shook you to your core, altering you to a much deeper level than before, not just your body, but down to your soul.

“You are no longer James Williams, a low-level analyst working for me. You are now Sunny Stevens, my 18-year-old daughter, a senior in high school. Like James before you, you are kind of a spoiled entitled brat. But unlike him, you have every reason to be. You are young, smart and gorgeous. You are the most popular girl at school, head of the cheerleading team, dating the school's quarterback, the envy of all the other girls. About to graduate with honors, on your way to be declared prom queen, and with your whole life ahead of you, you deserve only the best, and will do everything you can to achieve that. James before you came in here to complain that he had too much work, but you came in here to have lunch with your daddy, who you love more than anyone in the world, and to tell him how much you work your ass off every day to be top of your class, top of your team, on top of your life.”

He the lowered his tone slightly as the remaining powder started to fade away, leaving you with memories of growing as a girl, with him as your dad.

“You will still be in there in some way James. Just a bit more of a spectator, as the personality I have created for Sunny guides you through school and then life. A lesson for you, a lazy man, now stuck as a hardworking, overachieving girl, my own daughter dearest.”

He then stood back up and went back to his desk, as you shook your head, regaining control of your body, uncertain why you had lost focus like that for a moment. Your eyes then fell on your dad, and your lips perked up to a joyful smile, as you tried to remember what you were just talking about. Then, deciding to just move on instead of lingering too long on it and extending an already awkward silence, you spoke up with your usual chipper high pitched voice.

“So! Anyways… I have cheer practice tonight so I am going to be home late, don’t wait on me for dinner! And I am all good with homework, my next assignment is due only in a few weeks and I am already done with everything else, ahead of time as usual! So, I have plenty of time to go have lunch with my favorite person in the whole wide world!”

“Favorite? What about Tim?” He was smiling at you in a weird way, like he was enjoying this just a little too much. Oh well, your das always appreciated when you spent time with him, you figured you probably shouldn’t dwell on this too much.

“He doesn’t have to know.” You give him a playful wink and a chuckle, as your father laughed loudly, like it was the best joke in the world. You always loved how he made you feel like the most important person in the world. That’s why you always strived to be the best person you ever could, to follow in his footsteps.

You then got up and headed downstairs to go to lunch, chatting and bantering along the way. Deep down, your male persona tried fighting this, trying to overcome this new person you had become, but was left powerless, only able to act like Sunny, the perfect Daddy’s girl you had now become, the queen of your high school.