The Promotion
You had a good feeling about that promotion. The interview had gone really well, and your bosses had always been impressed by your performance and eager attitude, always taking on initiatives and extra responsibilities, so when the management position had applied, you had been strongly encouraged to apply for it. Obviously, there was quite a bit of competition despite you being the running favorite, as this job was a steppingstone to upper management, pretty much a requirement for anyone to have any career progression within the team. And at your young age of 31, you felt it was an honor to be considered, and would be the youngest person in that role in years if you managed to get it.
Your
biggest competition for the position was James, who was a senior amongst the
staff, the one with the most experience in his position. While you were young
and eager, he was older and more comfortable with his tasks. Too comfortable.
He didn’t take on more than he needed to, because why would he? He had proven
his worth over the years and didn’t intend on doing any more than he needed to.
He felt entitled to this promotion, being the employee with the most seniority,
and was growing increasingly frustrated in getting passed on promotions, time
and time again, not understanding that maybe it was him and his attitude that
had him stuck in the same role for so many years.
So, when
you noticed him coming over to your workstation, you were afraid to hear bad
news, to hear him gloat over you. But then you noticed his angry face and
figured that maybe he was the one to have received some bad news.
“Fuck you
Larry, you think you are so good and so smart, everyone knows that I should
have had that promotion and not you. Well, they told me you got it, out of
respect for my seniority. If they really respected me, they would give me the
damn job! I more than deserve it! Well, enough is enough, I keep getting passed
over for promotions, but no more. I just have to make sure that you, my
competition, is no longer there to take it. I just have to change you a bit,
modify your life, your identity, that should do the trick, and take you out of
the way, nice and clean. But since you have been such a jackass since starting
here, thinking you are better than everyone else, I think I should take you
down a notch further, teach you a lesson in humility, and to respect those with
more experience than you.”
You look
baffled. Sure, James has been overconfident in his abilities in the past, as
well as entitled and self-righteous, but coming up to you directly to tell you
off because you got the promotion you deserved and worked your ass off for
instead of him? That was just obnoxious! And all that crap about “Changing you”
or something, what the hell was that even about? Did he finally just lose it?
“Come on
James, you know as well as I that I deserve that promotion and not you, you are
just being a sore loser about it.” His already sour mood worsened at that
comment. Usually, you were pretty laid back and avoided confronting him, but
this time you had every right to, your bosses had selected you for the job and
not him, he was going to have to learn to listen to your authority from now on.
He snarled, took a step back and withdrew a small notepad from his pocket and a
pen, opened it and started scribbling in it.
“We’ll just
see about that. I paid good money for this nifty little notepad, so it better
work. How about we give you a bit of a disadvantage in the corporate field.
What if you were born African American? And a girl to boot? Let’s see you get
that job then!”
You were about to say that he was delusional, that what he
was saying didn’t make any sense, when you felt a surge, like a stutter in your
reality, in your self. Suddenly your body felt different, very different. Not
only did you have the body of a beautiful black girl, you also had the memories
of one, alongside your original male memories. Growing up in a black family, as
a girl, wearing dresses and playing with dolls, it all rippled up to the present,
your new body and new attire. Everything felt wrong and different, yet also
familiar and comforting. The weight of your breasts, the way your panties gave
you a slight wedgie all the time, how your dress hugged your curves, the arch
of your feet in heels. It was all so odd, so disconcerting, but at the same
time it felt so strangely right. But peering in your memories, you saw that
despite additional challenges and obstacle, you had still performed admirably
and ended working at the same place, and still got the promotion that James
yearned for. So, despite whatever magic he had used to alter your life, and
handicap you he had still failed, and you had proved yourself to be worthier of
the new position than he was.
He looked
confused and surprised, but not angry. He was in fact quite calm, worryingly
so, as he looked at you and then at the notepad.
“Strange…
looks like changing your upbringing wasn’t enough to take you out of the way.
Somehow you still ended up working the exact same job, and by some miracle you
still unfairly got the new position! Probably some bullshit diversity quota, I
should have thought about that… oh well, luckily this thing can make more than
one change to a person’s life, so I will just have to be even more drastic. How
about we make you heterosexual, with a libido so high you flunked out of high
school to tend to your other… needs?”
You
screamed out at him and tried to lunge for the notepad to knock it out of his
hands, but he had already been writing as he spoke, and it was just too late. Another
ripple in reality hit you, but this time instead of your body you felt your
mind start to change. James was hot for an old guy. Mean and selfish, but you
would definitely would still hit that. Your new set of memories adjusted, you
had still grown up as a girl, but now when you hit puberty in high school,
instead of focusing on your studies you focused on your newfound attraction to
boys. As you explored your burgeoning sexuality, you became known as the school
bike, the girl so horny she would pretty much sleep with anyone who asked.
You grabbed
your head. You still remembered your memories as a boy, and although you knew
they were the real ones, and not your girl memories, they felt fuzzy and
distant, like a dream, and details were hard to make out. Meanwhile your female
memories were vivid and felt all too real, the first time you sucked a cock,
the moment you lost your virginity, when you were expelled for sleeping with a
teacher, who also got fired. Your first job as a stripper in a seedy club, and
now your current job as a sexy Hooters’ girl, where your tits were constantly
on display and you could get ogled by hunky men as much as you wanted, a dream
job really. You felt reality ripple again as your outfit changed first, from a
professional and stylish dress to your new work uniform, then the scenery
changed, and you were now holding a platter of wings at work, bringing it to
the customer at table 14, an older gentleman scribbling on a notepad.
“Anything
else I can get for you sir?” You say with your usual bright smile, noticing him
appreciate your ample cleavage as you bent over slightly to give him an even
better look.
“That will
be all for now. Thanks Latisha and have a nice life.”
Comments
Post a Comment