THE CORPORATE LADDER GOES BOTH WAYS 1-6: FIRST STEP DOWN (REVAMPED)

A haze of residual anesthesia. Thoughts sluggish, tangled like cobwebs. The sterile scent of a hospital clung to the nostrils, mixed with the artificial sweetness of perfume—something thick, plastic-like, almost cloying. Voices echoed in the background, growing clearer as the fog in her mind began to lift.

"Maria! Maria! Wake up, Maria! The surgery has been a success!"

The words took a moment to register, rattling around in Maria’s groggy brain. Surgery? What surgery? Why did her body feel… strange? She tried to move but was met with unfamiliar resistance. A tightness in her chest. A shift in her hips that felt… unnatural.

She opened her eyes. Her vision was indistinct, yet she managed to distinguish faint outlines through the foggy veil.

Standing before her was a man—tall, broad-shouldered, handsome, dressed in an expensive suit. Beside him, draped on his arm like an expensive accessory, was a woman—a vision of synthetic perfection. Her platinum-blonde hair cascaded over unnaturally full, surgically enhanced breasts, the cut of her minidress barely containing them. Every inch of her was sculpted, exaggerated, artificial.

Maria’s gaze darted down to herself. The sheets were pulled down just enough for her to see. Her chest… it was wrong. Where there had once been a flat, unremarkable torso, there were now full, round breasts—perky, firm, impossibly large. Her waist curved inward, unnaturally tight, her hips flaring out in an exaggerated hourglass shape. Her skin was porcelain smooth, shimmering with a glossy sheen.

She barely noticed the tingling between her thighs—her groin was numb, but something inside her whispered that it, too, had been altered.

A strangled sound escaped her throat.

"Wh—what…?"

The bimbo beside the suited man giggled. "Oh, Maria, sweetie! You should totally see yourself! You are, like, smoking hot!"

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Her mind felt like it was working through molasses, struggling to grasp the enormity of what had happened.

"What… happened to me?" Her voice was high-pitched.

The blonde bimbo pouted, as if Maria’s confusion was ruining the fun.

"Oh, baby, don’t be silly! You’re sexy now! You should be happy! We can be bimbo besties! Almost like sisters… Isn’t that what you wanted?"

Had she? Her memories were fragmented. There was a clinic. Papers. Something about a procedure. But her thoughts were flashes of emotions she couldn’t make sense of.

Then, the man’s voice cut through. "She’s still under the effects of the anesthesia."

Maria turned her gaze to him, and something about his presence sent a jolt of fear and desire through her veins. He commanded respect and obedience.

The bimbo beside him giggled again. Maria's eyes widened in shock as she watched her boldly groping the man's crotch. The woman's words slurred together, addled by something—drugs, perhaps, or maybe just the sheer stupidity that seemed to radiate off her in waves.

"I swear, being a bimbo is the best!" she giggled, pressing herself against the man like a cat in heat. "I didn't believe Emilio when he told me, but he's been so generous, so changed since..." She trailed off, her hand still moving obscenely against the man's trousers.

"Emilio?" Maria croaked.

"Yes, babe! Oh, I mean—Daddy!"

Maria’s body went cold. "But I am… Emilio."


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Lara Lynn