You've been really enjoying your new life, you feel extremely confident, outgoing, and charismatic. But you're also obscenely rich, not only you own some of the most expensive and luxurious brands of clothing and makeup, but you're also one of the most important internet celebrities ever.
Right now, you're just chilling in your huge sofa, wearing nothing but a stupidly expensive onesie, eating some luxury restaurant takeout, and playing with your large soft cock out of boredom while scrolling your social media feed. "Gosh, I'm like, so bored" you say to yourself.
On YouTube, most of the trending videos are either from your channel or about you. "Y/N style nails", "Y/N makeup tutorial", "Budget Y/N wardrobe" were a few of the videos you could see, each one with a few million views in just a few days. You smiled knowing how influential you were. Soon you saw some weird ones. "Y/N live twerk" ugh. "Y/N feet shots" ew. Although looking down and wiggling your perfect pedicure, you kinda understood why. Some were even funny, and made your new mind remember some other things you've done in this reality. "10 minutes of Y/N being gay in TV shows and movies" you chuckle, "so all my scenes then" you joke to yourself.
Soon, one of the many videos caught your attention. "Wealthiest internet celebs of 2020" huh, that's interesting, and you're in the thumbnail so that's a good sign.
Watching the video on your extra large TV, the ranking has been going well so far, and the top 3 is approaching. Your new narcissistic personality is making you stroke your cock as you watch the video, being on such a list and in the first place is making you feel extreme pleasure.
"In second place..." You lick your lips in anticipation, you wanna hear the name of whoever you humiliated by taking the first place to reach your egotistical orgasm. "Y/N." Your eyes widen. SECOND PLACE?! Yep, some random bitch took the first place. You stand up, face locked in a rather intimidating furious stare, your left wrist flops in a bitchy way as you snap your right hands fingers in a rage fit. "NO. NO. NO. NO. You did NOT. I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT" you say walking angrily out of the living room "YOU'LL FUCKING SEE, BITCH". Is all you say before locking yourself in your room.
Before the transformation, you wouldn't mind being in second place, you already have a huge house in LA, important clothing brands, one of the largest internet presences and your modelling photos are everywhere. But your new personality didn't let you let go. The new y/n was a top bitch. He needed to feel superior to everyone else.
You furiously put on your fanciest clothes. Louis Vuitton bag, Gucci belt, Balenciaga heels, Prada jeans. Everything that had designers name and was expensive enough for someone your caliber was added to your body. Jeweled golden earrings and Ray-Ban sunglasses adorned your ears and face, and your arms were buried in golden bracelets and a Rolex watch. You managed to combine it all into a decent outfit. Of course girl, you're a mfing designer.
You step out of your house with the best makeup you could apply, and walk to your huge garage where about a dozen of luxury cars are parked. Getting in your precious black Lambo, you almost cum on the spot when turning it's engine on, the feeling of power and wealth was difficult to take control of. Leaving through the fully automated doors of the garage, you drive through the rather lengthy streets within your property. Looking at it from the outside, it was so massive it looked more like a mall than a house.
You're soon in the wealthiest streets of LA, and you feel like the queen of the place.
You park into one of the most exclusive shopping centers in the city, and instantly get recognized by dozens of fans. Your cock instantly gets hard from all the attention you're receiving. You're soon taking photos, signing autographs, and even giving your cute male fans an extra gift, long sloppy kisses they'll never forget~
After dealing with your fans, you enter an exclusive fashion store and pick the most expensive items you can find. With your prodigious fashionista mind you soon arrange an impressive, elegant outfit with dark colored skirts, stockings, high heels, jackets, etc.
You form a wicked smile as you recognize a particular item in a pedestal; it's the prototype line of the bitch that took your first place. You soon pick them up but get stopped by a clerk. "Ma'am, those aren't for sale, they're unique and in exhibition for an upcoming season." You puff your chest out and give her a very intimidating look. "Listen, you shit, you don't tell me what the fuck to do, look around and see my face in nearly every image in this shop, I'm the best paid model in the world, and if you feel with the authority to scold me once again I'll buy this whole franchise, I'll buy your bitch ass, and throw you to the streets. Understood?"
The clerk could only nod. "Yes sir, I'm sorry, mister L/N".
You hold their head and kiss their cheek. "I'll give you extra tip, hun".
In the fitting room, you put on all the clothes you've found. Your cock feels tight and warm under your skirt, stockings and panties. If anyone noticed too long enough, they could see the bulge of your dick snake down your leg.
The jacket fits snuggly, and your accessories go well with this all. Your high heels push you to an imposing 6'3, and you look at the mirror shaking your fat ass. "I'm so fucking expensive, I love it".
You then grab the clothes of your rival. Bland skimpy skirts and a tank top that have no place in a refined place like this. You spread your skirt and your jacket and let your large cock out, you wrap the clothes around it and start jerking off. "Damn girl..." You moan. "Feels nice. But..." You start fingering your asshole with one of your manicured fingers. "I already have enough cum rags". You state as the clothes are thrown at a wall by the force of your orgasm. You let what feels like liters of cum fall on the textiles, which have been torn and damaged beyond repair by the amount of cum and the stretching done by your penis.
"Know your place". You say as you stomp on them with your heels.
You pay for everything with no problems, a few hundred thousand dollars weren't anything to you, and you even gave the clerk a few grands.
Walking through the mall in your high heels and your extremely expensive clothes feels amazing, and you're glad you're still conscious of everything despite how different your personality has become.
You enter a beauty parlor and get your nails and toenails done. You rest in the chairs as the workers paint and apply acrylic extensions to your nails. Soon, they're completely black save for a few grey glittery lines. You look very very elegant now. Your hair is combed, and it's flowing gracefully, becoming less puffy and more wavy.
To finish your long day, you decide to do some rich white girl shit and go to a Starbucks. You see one of the drinks has your name, and order it. The clients are in awe when they see you and you do the same things you did when you first arrived. A particularly handsome boy kept staring at you from a seat next to you. You tease him by looking back and smiling every now and then. You smirk as you see him blushing. You soon hear your name from the counter, and before going there, you stand in front of the young man with your arms crossed. "Need anything?" you say. He puts on a shocked expression. "Y-You're a man?!" He stutters. You simply wink and sit next to him. "More than you can handle~" you say in a sultry voice as you pull him for a long, sloppy tongue kiss. The boy looks dizzy, panting, his mouth open and his tongue out, drooling. You smile, you loved doing that, knowing they would tell that story to their friends and empty their balls to the memory for years to come. You stand up to get your order, but after a few sips, you spit it and yell at the cashier. "What the fuck is in this thing? If you're gonna put my name to your stuff better make it some good shit. I could jerk off and cum into a cup and call it a better drink." Everyone in the store is in silence as you walk out in a quick and angry manner. You actually liked the drink, you just like acting like a bitch and start up drama.
After looking at some ads you see in your walk, you get an idea, and with the ease and simplicity a regular person would call an Uber, you arrange a trip to Dubai. After all, a few thousand dollars is nothing to you.
Later, at night, you're already arriving at your private jet, and take a hundred photos of the interior. Prior to the transformation, you could have never experienced such a thing, so you enjoy it as much as you can. You even take a few photos of your dick in the bathroom, the monster managed to clog the plane's toilet.
At the resort in Dubai, you remember why you're doing all this in the first place and arrange a photoshoot.
You look absolutely gorgeous in the sunset, androgynous and elegant. You pose with a bikini at the beach, with your new clothes at resorts, malls, and in front of your Lambo. But your last photo is the one you like the most. A lewd image, your silhouette against the sun. Your elbows and feet on the ground as you push your hips forward. A huge bulge (or your naked cock for the OnlyFans version) touching the sun. It feels so provocative, so sexy, so megalomaniac, so... Y/N.
After a few weeks, you're back home with your onesie and your cock being stroked. You check your Dubai posts as they reach the 10 million likes mark.
This time, you're also watching the follow up of the last video: "Top 20 richest celebs of 2021". You pay attention at the last minutes. "Number one, Y/N L/N". You smirk and cum generously. "That's fucking right".