"What do you mean?" Zelda asked, stubbornly ignoring the fact that, yes, she could tell she was indeed now attracted to women instead of men. To her left Alexandra was now meekly listening in, but no longer interrupting.
"I wish we had a television in here that let us see everyone back at the banquet," Esme said.
FLASH
Suddenly there was a big screen tv mounted above the fireplace, showing a roving view of the banquet, taking it's time to slowly surveil all the guests. Esme smirked triumphantly, "I mean you're going to take your pick; take a look at all the lovely ladies here and let me know who gets your motor running, and be honest."
Unable to resist the command, Zelda stared dutifully at the screen, her gaze hungrily roaming over all the finely dressed women at the event. Some of those dresses were borderline scandalous and she felt herself getting flush and hot under the collar at the thought that any of them could be hers, but none of them clicked until suddenly she found herself saying, "her, the waitress serving champagne."
Esme snapped and the camera stopped moving, holding instead on one of the servers, wearing the simple dark waist coat uniform all the caterers had. She was an admittedly beautiful woman, even if she wasn't made up and dressed up like all the guests she wove through with her tray of drinks. She had dirty blonde hair, currently pulled back into a bun, and big hazel eyes; she was white and on the pale side, with a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her figure wasn't as curvy as the new McMillan sisters, but then again her uniform wasn't exactly designed to show off her figure, and she was obviously svelte. "Hmm, not exactly my type, but not bad. I guess we both like blondes, huh? I wish the TV would display who she is."
FLASH
Text appeared on the screen under the woman's image, giving a basic backstory. Her name was Winona Smith and she was an aspiring actress, working at the hotel as a day job and debating when to make the move south to LA. So far all she'd done was one or two local commercials. She was 22 and hadn't gone to college, but was a highschool graduate, even if she had mostly been a solid C student. Her family was solidly working class, and she apparently had an older brother. For the moment she was straight with a serious boyfriend and she lived with him in a studio apartment on the south side of town.
"Well most of that will need to go," Esme said simply, "I wish..."
Winny was just trying to get through her shift so she could go home and go the fuck to sleep. She didn't normally work the night shift, but with the boss, or rather her boss's boss's boss's boss having her annual big banquet, she'd been voluntold to work it. She didn't hate her job most of the time, but she didn't love it and longed for the day she could be one of the ones getting served instead of doing the serving.
See, Winny was going to be an actress and as soon as her career took off, she'd be leaving this place for good. All she needed was an agent to take a chance on her and she'd be set. However, for tonight, she was keeping her head down and trying to avoid having her supervisor bite her head off for anything going wrong on such a big night for the hotel. She was tempted to take a swig of the champagne she was passing around for herself, but knew if any of her coworkers saw her, she'd be in the shit, so she just smiled blandly at all the rich assholes in thousand dollar suits or dresses and hoped for a few decent tips.
She was walking back over towards the kitchen to pick up another tray of glasses, when she found herself stopping, putting down the tray on a table and turning around. Without any direction from her mind, her body started making a beeline for the head table, much to the confusion and panic of said mind. She zeroed in on the state's first lady and walked right up to her, tapping her on the shoulder. Oh god, my body's been hijacked and it's totally going to get me fired!
Charlotte turned around and raised an eyebrow. She was an elegant woman, with her chestnut brown hair in an intricate updo, tasteful makeup, and a sophisticated air about her. She was relatively good looking for her age, but had the misfortune of sitting next to Susan McMillan, who might be the most unfairly attractive woman Winny had ever seen, except for possibly her wife. Charlotte wore a high necked sleeveless black dress and heels, but the thing that drew an observer's attention were the many layered strands of lustrous pearls that hung around her neck.
"Come with me," Winny heard herself command. Charlotte looked like she was going to protest, but instead just nodded and got up to follow. No one at the party reacted to the strange behavior of either of them and Winny found herself leading Charlotte to the employee's bathroom, locking the door behind them.
Charlotte was just as confused as Winny as to what was going on, or why she had followed one of the help to the bathroom. She'd been wondering when her husband was going to get back, and trying her best not to be jealous of the vibrant Susan she'd been left to socialize with. It was just unfair! The other woman was only seven years younger than her, but she didn't look a day over 25. The blonde waitress turned around and bluntly told her, "give me your clothes."
"What, why?" Charlotte asked, while her hands started disrobing her all on their own. She began by setting her mother's pearls on the counter, and taking out both of her pearl drop earrings, before turning to let the strange server unzip her dress.
"I need them; I'm going to be the governor's wife, and I need to be dressed appropriately," the blonde informed her while she pulled the zipper down. Charlotte stepped out of her heels before shimmying her dress off and then began to roll down her nylons. She was down to her black bra and panties when the girl added, "underwear too. It looks nicer than the Walmart shit I've got on."
"It's Victoria's Secret," the first lady replied as she continued to disrobe before the now entirely freaking out Winona. The aspiring actress had no idea why she was saying the things she was saying, and even less why the very important, very well to do woman now down to her birthday suit in front of her was listening. With a bit less care than Charlotte had for her clothes, Winona quickly took off her uniform, tossing the waistcoat, white collared shirt, black slacks, black flats and simple white cotton underear in a pile. She then stepped over to Charlotte's dress and began to pull it on, feeling the much more expensive fabric hug her skin. They were close enough in size for it to fit, but it was definitely a bit tighter on Winona's curvier body, particularly around her hips. Without even needing to be told, Charlotte helped her zip up.
"These are nice pearls," Winona muttered as she picked up the necklace and began to drape it around her neck.
"They're a family heirloom from my mother, be careful with them," Charlotte tutted.
Winona looked back at the other woman as she adjusted the pearls to hang just right over the curve of her bust, "they're my family heirloom now. I'll be needing your family history, parents, etc, so I can have sufficiently good breeding, I'm sure you understand. What's my new maiden name?"
Charlotte looked like she absolutely did not understand, frowning sharply as she nevertheless started pulling on Winona's work pants. "I guess it's Starling."
"Winona Starling McMillan, it has a nice ring to it," Winona said, surprising herself by not saying Cromhold. Not that she understood anything that was going on, but it had sounded like she was taking Charlotte's place as the governor's wife, not Susan's place as Mrs. McMillan's. This all had to be some sort of dream. "What's your job?"
Charlotte was buttoning up the polyester work shirt and found herself replying, "I used to be a lawyer, but I stopped practicing after Alexander got elected two terms ago. I'm a philanthropist now, managing the family foundation."
The blonde shook her head while she rolled Charlotte's discarded sheer stockings up her legs, "well, that's mine now too. I want your degree, your whole education really, and your career. I guess with the new family, that's my foundation anyway, so I'll be taking over."
"What am I supposed to do then?" Charlotte protested as her hands put on the uniform's clip on bowtie.
"You're a wannabe actress and waitress," the waitress informed her, "honestly not a lot of prospects, but I'm sure you'll figure it out. Where did I go to school?"
"Private school for K-12, Princeton for Undergrad and Yale for Law School," the governor's wife rattled off as she shrugged on the black waistcoat.
"Ooh, classy," Winona heard herself say a bit excitedly, "you're a high school grad but college was never really in the picture for you. I can't believe I'm a lawyer now, so fancy. I'll want all your high society friends by the way, and your vocabulary if that wasn't covered by education. Oh, and if it wasn't obvious, your house, all your money, your wardrobe, your car, really just all of your property belong to me now. Can't have someone of my station living in a ratty little apartment. What kind of car did you drive?" Winona asked the last question while putting on one of her earrings.
"I had a Jag, but I guess it's yours now. The keys are in your purse at the coat check, but I rode here with Alexander," Charlotte explained while lacing up Winona's non-slip work shoes.
Winona posed a bit in the mirror, preening in her outfit and liking how well she filled out Charlotte's dress. It was a bit more conservatively cut than she'd have picked for herself, but it had a touch of class. Plus the jewelry looked great, speaking of, "I need your rings, too," she added as she stepped into Charlotte's 3 inch pumps, which were a bit loose on her smaller feet but not too bad.
Charlotte dutifully handed over her wedding set, which Winona slipped onto her own hand. They were now dressed exactly as the other had been when they stepped in, though nobody would mistake them for each other given their obvious differences, age, facial features, hair color, etc. "So, you've taken my job, my parents, my education, my social circle, all of my property and obviously my clothes. Did you need anything else?"
Winona held her hand out to examine the ring on it, "well, I want you to do my makeup and hair, but if you're asking if I want your kids or body, you can keep those. I'm not becoming you, just taking all the bits I'll need for my new role. My wife already loved my body, and I just needed the rest of the package. We might have kids at some point, but for the moment I've got three nieces to spoil the hell out of."
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