Clack, Clack, Clack The sound of Esme's heels rang sharply through the building as the new McMillan matriarch walked out of the building she now owned. She was reveling in all of it, the feel of her new body, the defeated look on the new Stephanie's face as she left he office, the looks of both fear and lust she was getting from all her new underlings. She was the boss, and she was beautiful, and she was never going back.
She more or less let her feet lead her first to the executive elevator and from there, out the lobby towards the waiting limo. She hadn't wished for the memories of her new life yet, but had taken the knowledge of certain things, which led to the odd sensation of knowing where to go without having any memory of having walked this route before. She'd take those memories eventually, as she was taking everything she wanted, but she'd wait until she'd tweaked and adjusted her new life to be just right. Nodding to the waiting chaffeur, who she somehow knew as called Collins, she ducked down inside the luxurious car and, once the door was closed and she was sealed off from the outside, let out the squeal of delight that had been building since her wish in the office.
"I did it, I did it, I did it!" She chanted excitedly, the somewhat juvenile excitement at odds with her new more mature voice, body and station. She couldn't care for the moment though; she'd finally gotten on top and she was thrilled. Calming down she readjusted herself in the seat, getting used to the much greater padding her new ass gave her atop the already plush leather seats and negotiating the seatbelt between her new massive breasts. On some level she knew those were going to be a pain to deal with, but the barely disguised looks of envy she'd gotten from a few female employees on her way towards the door already made it all worth it. Stephanie Wright had been as plain as they came, but Esme McMillan was fucking gorgeous the way she'd always dreamed of being.
There was a buzz from her purse that took her out of her revels, and she fetched her new phone out to discover Susan calling. Her cheeks went a little pink at the idea of being married to the golden haired former model, and she quickly picked up, "hello, uh, dear." Susan might be marching into her late 30s but she was still a very attractive woman, and had been a crush of Esme's from the first time she'd seen the woman, who, up until a half an hour ago, had been married to the man who ruined her old life.
"Esme," Susan said flatly, sounding a mix of uninterested and annoyed, "since you are apparently incapable of tearing yourself away from work in time to get ready for your own tedious dinner, I've gone ahead and started getting ready. I've decided I'm wearing backless Wu, instead of that boring blue tablecloth, after all, so if you want to match you can adjust to me for once." The line abruptly cut off before Esme could respond, leaving the new CEO momentarily flummoxed.
*Oh right, I took Richard's relationship with Susan," Esme realized as the limo zipped along towards the McMillan estate, *and considering it seems like he was cheating on her all the time, it probably wasn't great." For all she knew Susan had only married the older Richard for his money and power, and may have done the same with Esme in this new reality. She pouted with her new lips; this wasn't what she wanted at all! She wanted to take from the man who'd taken so much from her, sure, but she also wanted all the things she'd been denied, and with the stone she could finally have them. She'd wanted power, she'd taken it. She'd wanted to be beautiful, she'd become so. She'd wanted privilege, she'd snatched it for herself. And if she wanted the perfect family, she'd make one. Fishing her stone back out of her purse, she set about her latest adjustments.
"I wish Susan and I had an incredibly loving relationship," she began, the stone pulsing in her hand. "I wish she was amazingly devoted, caring and deeply attracted to me. I wish her greatest ambition in life was to be a wonderful wife to me and a fantastic mother to our children. Oh, and I wish she physically appears ten years younger, is very intelligent, and is an incredible lover." The last addition made Esme go crimson to match her new hair, as the former Stephanie had never actually had sex, but decided to add it on a whim. I mean, I have a new body waiting to be rocked and someone's got to do the rocking...
FLASH
Fairly soon the limo pulled through the gates of the McMillan estate and Esme got out as Collins opened the door, still a little awed and intimidated by the grand mansion in front of her despite the fact she technically owned it. She didn't have long to think about it though as the big front doors swung open to reveal Susan McMillan, looking not a day over 25, and dressed in an incredible royal blue evening dress with a slit leg and a neckline that plunged down nearly to her belly button. The blonde beauty swept down the stairs towards Esme before leaping into the redhead's arms, crying "pookie, you're home!" and planting a passionate kiss on Esme's lips.
