Second chance

"And? And what now?" David shouted out loud as he looked up at the sky with both arms extended. He was not a believer in God, he never went to church, but the news he received a few minutes ago simply stunned him. His whole plan to get rich with his startup business went to hell and to top it all off, his life was now on the line. He could die at any moment.

He had built his startup on the backs of underpaid female employees, always treating them like second-class citizens and thinking that women were just weak and inferior beings who couldn't accomplish anything without being helped by men. The last deal with the company owned by a woman seemed like an easy task for him, in which he would easily deceive this "stupid bitch" and take her company. But everything failed: investors pulled out, his business was in shambles, and to make matters worse, the stress had triggered a severe heart condition he didn't know he had.

"For what?! For what all that was?" David shouted angrily up at the sky as if it had a conscience and would respond. "I didn't deserve this. God! Where is my God now?!" He leaned back against wooden railings and closed his eyes and whispered "I just wanna start over again. I'll be better... I promise" as a single tear rolled down his face. He then opened his eyes and looked up at the sky and added "I just need a chance! Give me one chance and I'll prove I can change and become better... " He knew he was at death's door, he just wanted to get another chance, and as if to confirm this, he started feeling dizzy, but not the dizziness from the previous attacks. No... this one felt different, as if his mind was being invaded by strange images, and his body started to tingle in an unusual way.

David gasped in pain and discomfort, his legs failing, so he dropped to his knees on the wooden floor of the wooden walkway. The world around him seemed to be spinning around in a vortex of lights. He tried to breathe deeply as he tried to fight whatever was going on with him, but that seemed to only worsen the pain as he started coughing, with every cough coming from a more acute and sharp pain from within his body. His limbs, especially his arms and legs, were becoming weaker, his arms were shrinking while his legs seemed to be longer than before, but that was not the worst, because he felt as if his heart and other vital organs were being crushed in his body.

"Wha-a-a-ah... arrrrr... aaa... guhh" David tried to scream, hearing how his voice had changed drastically to something more high pitched. Something heaviness sharply weighed down on his chest and as he grabbed it - soft flesh filled his palms. His clothes seemed to have a life of their own, tickling him with their every change while they slowly morphed from male clothes into something different...

Finally, after a minute that seemed like an eternity for him, the world around him started to return to normal while the strange pain slowly vanished and was replaced with the sensation of calmness and relief. David breathed out, now hearing his new and high-pitched breathing and gasping in disbelief as he realized what had just happened.

"No, no, no..." He mumbled looking down at his hands and standing up slowly, as he struggled to keep his balance with new heavy "balloons" hanging on his chest and new, more feminine hips swaying with every movement. Long black hair slowly fell down from his head covering his cleavage and tickling slightly the bare skin of his chest and shoulders.

"I didn't mean... this..." she whispered quietly and grabbed her new boobs "No, please! I'm sorry for everything, but this is too much. Change me back! Please! Change me back, damn you!" She moved her hands down, and she felt something soft between her legs, "No-no-no, not my dick" she said loudly as she tried to grab it with her fingers and squeeze it but she only felt how wet her hands were from touching that little sensitive spot.

Suddenly, she heard how a familiar melody sounded somewhere around her. Her head quickly turned around, looking for its source and her eyes stopped at girly, bright pink bag laying just a few steps away from her and sound of 'Barbie girl' coming from inside. She quickly grabbed it and found her smartphone in a shabby case with butterflies and pink hearts, and the screen was showing incoming call from 'Bossy Jerk'.

"Emily!" The voice on the other end barked angrily, making her shudder. "Where the fuck are you? I've been trying to get a hold of you all morning, you useless bimbo! Don't tell me you're too busy shopping for shoes to answer your goddamn phone!"

"Wha—what are you talking about? I'm... I don't know who you think you're talking to, but I'm David fucking Miller! And you don't speak to me like that!" she responded with confidence, although her high-pitched female voice was not exactly intimidating.

"David? Who the fuck is David? Are you on drugs, girl? Is that why you can't even do the simplest things?" her boss said, his voice laced with condescension. "I'm talking to you, Emily Greenwood, the biggest bimbo and most incompetent secretary I have ever met! Get your ass to the office right now, or you can kiss your job goodbye! And don’t forget to bring those reports—if you even remember where you put them, you scatterbrained bimbo."

Emily’s hands shook as she clutched the phone, anger flaring. "You can’t talk to me like that!" she snapped back, trying to channel the confidence she used to wield so effortlessly. "I’m—I’m the one who—"

"Who what?" Tucker interrupted, his tone dripping with disdain. "Who files my paperwork and looks pretty in a skirt? Oh... Fuck it! I'm so fucking sick of it, I'll be expecting you in an hour!" he finished and cut off the call.

Emily froze with anger, her blood boiling. She wanted to throw her phone across the lake. No, she wanted to punch this guy's face in, make him beg for forgiveness. And at this moment her phone buzzed again, this time with a text message. The sender was 'Honey-Bunny'. Emily opened the message and her hands began to tremble even more while she was reading the following words:

'Where the hell are you, you useless bitch? The house is a mess, and my dinner isn’t ready! How hard is it to do one fucking thing right? I swear, you're useless. Get home NOW and fix this, or you'll be sorry.'

"No... No... NO!" Emily screamed and threw the phone into the lake. She felt her legs failing her, her knees buckling as she collapsed onto the wooden pier. "Please... someone... anyone... change me back, PLEASE!"

But there was no answer. The water lapped gently against the pier, and the world carried on around her, oblivious to her suffering. And her heart was also fine, as was her health.

"I just wanna start over again, I'll be better..." David's words sounded in her head, caused her to shiver and close her eyes, trying to ignore her new uncomfortable sensations from her breasts that were bouncing and jiggling ironically, reminding her of how she enjoyed her female coworkers' bouncy assets before and how she hated it now.