You slowly open your eyes, waking up to the sound of the gentle shamisen music in the background. You stretch in the chair and rub your breasts, moaning slightly. Then the door in front of you opens and Kim walks in, smiling.
“Hello Miss. You have good sleep, yes?” She asked.
“Oh Kim, for some reason, this visit was SO relaxing. I’m really sorry if I caused you any trouble by drifting off like this!”
“Oh, no trouble, no trouble!” She replied , giggling. You turn your head to the side and glance at a clock on the wall. It was 1:45pm...
“Oh no!” You said, jumping out of the chair suddenly, causing the towel over you to fly off. Kim gasped jokingly and you picked it up quickly again, laughing. “I’m sorry, Kim. I’m have a meeting soon! I have to go now or I’ll be late!”
“Oh yes, here, I get your clothes!” Kim scurries into a corner and comes back quickly with a tan business suit jacket and matching skirt. She helps you put on your black bra and panties as your quickly put your blue shirt and tan skirt on. You step into your high heels as Kim hands you your jacket and mini purse. You open it up quickly and give her a hundred dollar bill, plenty for your deluxe beauty session today, with a hefty tip.
“Oh thank you Miss! Get to your meeting now! Same time next week?” Kim bowed and asked.
“Most likely. I’ll give you a call!” You said, before smiling and rushing out of the store. You walk as fast as you can in your heels before coming to your BMW X6 parked down the street. You open the door and sit inside, starting it up. Then you pause as you see a UPS truck across the street with a young Latino man jumping in and driving off. Your head aches for a moment, as you regain consciousness, blinking numerous times as if you were in a trance or dream. Your eyesight was still foggy, but you groan and rub your head before realizing something is wrong, VERY wrong...
First off, you’re sitting in a BMW SUV, a vehicle you would NEVER be able to afford with your salary from UPS. Then, lifting up your hands and seeing the thin, chocolate colored hands with purple nail polish, you scream at the top of your lungs, surprised as a female voice comes out. You pull down the visor and open the mirror, taken aback by your reflection. Instead of your usual 23 year old white male face, you’re staring into the eyes of a mid-thirties black woman. How, if at all, that’s possible, you don’t know. You look in the passenger seat and grab the handbag, opening it and finding an ID. “You” are now Latisha Williams, a 38 year old businesswoman, living in the Heights section of your city (with all the rich folks...). For some reason, you’re not alarmed at this as much as you were a few seconds ago. You remember your old life, but now there is another memory there, the memory of Latisha; growing up in the projects, going to night school, getting a degree, and working your way up in the ranks before starting up your own business, and selling it for millions of dollars.
You took a deep breath and put the ID away and your handbag back on the passenger seat. You look down, but your view is obstructed by your massive breasts, with your cleavage just barely visible through your button-down dress shirt. You slowly raise your dark hands up to them, and squeeze the natural balls of flesh, moaning and shifting in your seat as you did. Your quick pleasure trip was immediately interrupted by a notification on your phone. You pick it up and see “Shareholders Meeting - 10 minutes”. Latisha’s memory kicks your memory as you realize she, or you have a meeting in ten minutes! Without hesitating, you out yo7r seatbelt on and drive away from the salon to a building downtown.
You get to the building in the nick of time, leaving your car to the valet, and walking inside. It’s odd, as you’ve never been here before, but it all seems so familiar... You take the elevator to the 32nd floor and are greeted by a secretary.
“Ah, Latisha! You just made it.” A man you recognize as Charles Canham, your business associate, says.
“Terribly sorry, Charles. Bit of a... mishap... at the salon earlier.” You say, smiling and shaking his hand. Your voice is mature, and even though it has a little bit of a black accent to it, it sounds educated and professional.
“Mishap? Well they must be really bad a making mistakes because you look stunning!” He replied. You blushed slightly before the both of you walk into the conference room.
The meeting goes smoothly, as you greeted the major shareholders of “your” company who you “know” from past business deals. You talk all things business and finances with them, things you never knew before, but know so fluently now.
“That was amazing Latisha. They’re really positive about this quarter’s earnings, which means a very big payday once again for you and me! You truly have a gift for business.” Charles says. “I’d hate to run so quickly, but I have another meeting downtown with the bank...”
“No problem Charles, enjoy the rest of your week!” You say, shaking his hand again, before he leaves in a rush. “Excuse me, can you please have the valet bring up my car?” You ask the secretary.
“Of course Miss Williams!” She says gleefully before picking up the phone and asking for your car from the valet service. “Okay, it should be there when you go down!”
“Thank you so much hon’!” You say as you walk to the elevator. You turn around inside, quickly seeing the secretary staring at you with wide eyes, biting her lip, before smiling and waving at you. You wave back, and wink before the elevator doors close. Latisha’s memory kicks in as you remember seeing that girl always trying to catch glimpses of you when you were still in the office building. You wanted to screw her brains out, with that tight body and smooth, young skin... WHAT?!?!
You snap out of it and feel your nipples erect, and pussy warm and becoming moist. This woman must be a lesbian then...
As you arrive back down in the lobby, you receive a text on your phone. It’s Susie, your girlfriend... “Hey, are you still coming over now?” she asked.
A thousand thoughts flooded your head; would she recognize you? Would she think you were a guy and not even know this black woman you now were? Was she affected too by this supposed reality change? The odd thing was, both you and Latisha remember her, but Latisha’s memory really isn’t giving you any hints to how she knows her. You guess there is only one way to get an answer to your question; you have to meet Susie...