Sonia Santiago-Richards let her practiced politician's smile fall from her lips as the door to the mayor's office closed behind her last meeting of the day. It had been a tiresome but necessary meeting with the lobbyists for one of her main corporate donors. She wished she didn't have to pander to them so much, but with her reelection campaign looking like a tight race, she couldn't afford to make any enemies. There was a flash of white in her periphery and she furrowed her brow, that's not right, she corrected herself, my approval numbers are through the roof, I'm going to sail to reelection. And why wouldn't she be popular?
The Latina mayor of Lakeview got back to her feet and crossed from her large oak desk over to the small drink's cabinet she kept in the corner of her office, pouring herself a tumbler of scotch to take the edge off the day. She paused to consider herself in the mirror that hung above it. Even at forty two, she was still a beautiful woman, with long dark hair, large soulful eyes, plump lips, cute dimples, large d cup breasts, an ample rear, and an hourglass figure. She wore a silk button up blouse, red blazer and a pinstripe skirt over nylon clad legs, 3 inch black pumps boosting up her height. Still, she couldn't help but see the imperfections that were beginning to accumulate, slight crows feet by her eyes, laugh lines forming on her face, the beginning of flab forming around her belly, the gray hairs currently being hidden by a discreet dye job. The mayor's office had been supposed to be a stop over on her way to higher office, but she'd let herself stagnate here, or so she thought.
Shaking her head, she missed another flash of light as she began to walk back to her desk, whiskey in hand. As she did, she was unconscious of the changes flowing through her body. Her large bosoms lifted up and regained their firmness, her legs and ass tightened with muscle as she stepped, the flab around her tummy melted away to nothing, the tiny wrinkles on her face beat a hasty retreat, and her hair shimmered and reacquired it's youthful luster. Sonia blinked in confusion as she sat back in her large leather chair, why was she worried about her age? She was only 26 for christ's sake, in her first term as mayor, and considered a shoo-in for bigger and better things down the line.
As she took a sip of her scotch on the rocks, her vision caught on the framed photograph sitting on her desk. It showed her with her husband Edgar, and their teen-aged son Raymond. (The strangeness that someone her age should have a teen-aged son not yet occurring to her as reality swirled and shifted about her.) She let out a little sigh when she thought of her husband. If she was honest, she'd known she'd gotten married too soon. Edgar had been fine, perfectly respectable and nice enough, but they'd never had much of a spark to begin with and it had long since gone out. She had known voters preferred a married candidate to one who was single, and let that shape her actions too much.
She was fairly certain Edgar was having an affair, but there wasn't much she could do about it. A public divorce would be an albatross around her neck, so all she could do was hope he'd be discreet. Then there was Raymond, her son. She loved the boy, of course, but was becoming increasingly irritated with the trouble he kept getting into. He'd fallen in with a bad crowd at Lakeview Academy and seemed to think his mom being the mayor made him immune from trouble. She'd talked to him about it countless times, but her words just seemed to bounce off. If she could she wished she could go back to when he was younger, to try and steer him in a better direction.
There was another flash of white and suddenly Sonia was trying to remember what had been bothering her. Why am I stressing about teenagers? Rachel and Sarah are only in Kindergarten!? She blinked and looked at the family photo, gazing fondly on her and her wife, Susan Santiago-Piermont holding their twin girls, Sarah and Rachel. Sonia loved her wife to death, and was grateful everyday the Piermont heiress had chosen her to be with. She couldn't believe she'd almost settled for that creep Edgar! (Across town, Susan and Sarah McMillan rapidly lost age as they drifted towards the mayoral residence, their new home, alongside the new Rachel.)
Sonia toyed with the golden teardrop necklace that dangled from her neck, a gift from Susan on their anniversary. She was feeling fantastic, excited to finish her business and head home to her lovely family. Unbeknownst to her, her life had drastically improved over the last fifteen minutes both personally and professionally. Unfortunately for her, she soon wouldn't be the one living it.
