Impressing My Best Friend's Boss

"Excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for dinner."

"I will do the same." Cynthia nodded. She stood up beside me in her bikini and folded her towel.

"Okay, ladies. We'll finish up here and join you."

I strolled over to Brian and gave him a kiss on the cheek. His hand fell to the small of my back and settled in lower above my ass.

"Bye, dear. I'll be back to the room soon."

I nodded. "Okay, honey."

I usually wouldn't excuse myself so early, but my time getting ready has increased significantly since Friday. I have a makeup routine to think about and I need to be sure I fit the dress, my friend, Brian bought.

The Benson's are nice. Especially Cynthia. I thought it would be difficult to pretend to pal around with the wife of my friend Brian's business associate, Rick, all weekend but I was wrong. We sunbathed in our bikinis all day by their incredible pool while Brian and Rick talked business at a table.

At some point, Brian came over and whispered in my ear. "You've been incredible. This entire weekend has gone better than I even expected. I got the deal. I'm Partner."

"Congratulations." I smiled. I could feel relief in my sizable breasts, packed precariously in the skimpy bikini Brian had chosen for me. I walk back to our luxury cabin, feeling my curvy body move beneath me.

Originally, I didn't think this was a good idea — posing as a couple all weekend. Brian had insisted I drink the gender change syrup and act as his plus one all weekend. When he showed me the outfits he had bought for me, I balked.

"I don't have a girlfriend, and I can't risk this on a stranger. I need someone professional. Someone who can talk to Cynthia — she loves new tech and philosophy and you love both of those things. This is an opportunity of my lifetime and I can't blow it."

"But I can't act like your girlfriend all weekend! I'll have to touch you and act like we're an item."

"Look, Sam. If everything goes well, I'll make Partner. Do you realize what that means? Six figures a year. And not just $100,000. Mid-range or more. I will be a millionaire by 30."

"That still doesn't make it easy for me to touch you."

"$20,000. And you only have to hug me and kiss my cheek. Don't worry, you will have all weekend. With enough time it will feel normal."

I swallowed.

"You know you need the money, Sam. And this weekend is the opportunity of my lifetime. I have to seal this deal by Monday."

I bit my lip, trying to decide if it was sad that $20,000 could change my life.

God, this body. Brian has never dated a female this pretty.

Neither have I.

I pull the bikin from my tits. I got such a nice tan today. It would be a lie to say I haven't enjoyed this. To look down and see Samantha's huge tits swinging from my chest fills me with excitement. Thank god for dips in the pool — or my bikini bottoms would look positively wet in comparison.

I oiled every inch of my body for tanning. Pushing hands beneath my bikini top, brushing my fingers over my expectant nipples, feeling them get hard as I did. It made me press my thighs together. My bikini bottoms pulled tightly to my mound, nothing between my legs — no balls to be crushed between my thighs. Rendered smooth. Can you imagine? I shaved before we went to the pool. I shaved my pussy smooth.

We did it — Brian and I. Mid-range or more. He's going to be a millionaire. And I helped.

It was nice seeing him in business mode. I never realized how confident Brian could be. Brian Deschamp. Sitting by the pool with his shirt off, discussing deals with wealthy Mr. Benson. Brian has been working out. Muscles look good on him I think.

Shit. Monday I have to go back to work. Nightshift. I work at a warehouse. One of those large distribution centers. I get paid $15 an hour. My undergraduate degree, it seems, is worthless. Tonight I will dress up in a luxurious dress and eat a multi-course meal with the Bensons.

Tomorrow night I will eat a cup of noodles in a breakroom.

I bathe my body and think about Cynthia's inviting us to the Hamptons in two weeks. I nodded and said that would be lovely and we would check our calendar, knowing there was no way I would be going.

At one point she whispered. "I wish Rick looked at me the way Brian looks at you."

"What?" I was a bit flabbergasted at the comment. "How does he look at me?"

"Like he loves you." She giggled. "Like he's undressing you with his eyes. You did pick very well in my opinion. Brian is handsome. Do you think he's going to pop the question soon and make you Samantha Deschamp?

"I-I don't know." I looked at Brian, catching his eyes for a moment across the pool area, before realizing he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at my thighs, where my ass met the lounge chair. "I mean, we haven't discussed it." I could see something stirring in his swim trunks. Something big. I'm not sure why it made my pulse my pussy, knowingly. Flustered, I turned away.

It's so nice to feel the water roll over these.

I bathe my delicious melons thinking about Samantha Deschamp in the Hamptons. I wonder it's nice there. I could wear this bikini again. I love this bikini. And the other dresses Brian picked out, a few of them are really cute. It's a shame I won't be able to wear them out this trip. I could keep working on my tan. It would be such a bother to let all this work go to waste.

Samantha Deschamp lying in her bikini in the Hamptons. Samantha Deschamp drinking fruity drinks. Samantha Deschamp at a fine dinner. Samantha Deschamp waiting in the hotel cafe for her husband to finish his conference. Samantha Deschamp in the Bahamas. Samantha Deschamp in Paris. God, I'd love to go to Paris.

I hear the slight commotion of Brian coming in from the pool.

"Honey, are you in here?"

"Yes, I'm in the shower."

"Okay, I'll wait out here. I am so excited! I got the job. And Cynthia thinks you're amazing. I knew this would work."

"That's great, honey."

I shrug off the extra honey. I suppose it's just two days of practice adding up. I bathe my curvy, new physique and think of the gender syrup that has made my body this way, and the giant tissue-thin piece of folded paper the instructions came on in the glossy pink box.

I had skimmed the instructions, especially the instructions related to sex, bored, knowing they didn't apply to me. I'm still not sure the difference between oral and vaginal sex, and why the former makes the changes permanent, while the latter is okay. I suppose it's related to digestion. More time in the system. With enough time, I suppose anything is possible.

I bite my lip, thinking about the bland cup of noodles in the breakroom. That fucking nasty, salty cup of noodles. Microwaved. Soaked down with some sugar free cola. I bathe my luscious tits and pussy, thinking of my balls cramped into the crotch of my standard-issue overalls on weekend shift when Brian is in the Hamptons.

I think of the unwritten life of Samantha Deschamp.

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"Brian."

"Yes, Samantha?"

"We don't have much time before dinner. I think you should come in here and start to get ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, dear. It's okay. I don't mind."

Brian strolls through the door and I can see in his eyes he's taken aback at my sexy, naked body in the shower.

"But I need a shower before I get ready."

I nod. "It's okay. Get in the shower, Brian. It will be faster."

His eyes widen. "But Sam."

"Samantha." I take a deep breath. Even with this water, I'm drenched and horny. "I want to congratulate you on a job well done." I lean my weight to one hip and drop a hand to my mound, settling my fingers dangerously close to my new clit.

I think of Samantha Deschamp.

Samantha Deschamp in the shower. Samantha Deschamp getting on her knees. Samantha Deschamp's lips spread wide.

Samantha Deschamp swallowing.

I gave him head that would put both our ex-girlfriends to shame. I wanted to make an impression. It wasn't difficult. I've never been so hungry to taste something in all my life. Most of all I liked it. I liked it so much. Brian got so hard for me.

He didn't last long. The reward was sweet. At the last second he said, "I'm close. Maybe you want to think about this." I immediately sped up. I moaned, pushing my fingers deep into my pussy, fucking my hand. I think seeing me do that took him over the edge. I milked him with my lips for every last drop of him, letting out a big mmmm at how delicious his come went down, chased by the realization that I would never have to eat cup of noodles ever again. I stood up and smiled sweetly. We showered together and got ready for dinner.

I typed my resignation notice before leaving our cabin, my long nails clicking on my phone screen. I signed it Samantha. Brian held me close during dinner, placing his hand high on my leg under the table, where my thigh and pelvis meet. I could feel his come working inside of me, taking root in my extremeties, right down to the tips of my toes, making me a woman forever.

As I sat through each course, my ass plumped out a bit more. My tit's swelled a bit more in my bra. It got so tight during dinner. (I read extra growth was a side effect of permanence. I invited it.)

Brian has no idea what is waiting for him back at the cabin. He won't be going to sleep tonight. I won't be letting him. I'm getting so horny my panties are clinging to my wet pussy thinking about all the ways I will please him.

Tonight is the opportunity of my lifetime.

I'm going to seal this deal by morning.

"You got a good tan yesterday."

"I did. And I got some good news," I said as I squeezed his cock.

"What?"

"We've been invited to the Hamptons in two weeks."

His cock thickens. "You'll have to do some more shopping." I milk his cock with my pussy muscles. 

"Yes, dear. I will. Now come inside of me."

Fuck, I love doggie. I love being used this way. Having my best friends rich, successful and especially thick cock pummeling my tits into action beneath me.

"Oh, fuck. I'm coming, Samantha."

I push back to take Brian all in. I crane my neck back and moan, feeling full, feeling bred, feeling like Samantha Deschamp.

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