Business trip brat

"You're doing this. Got it?"

Those were my dad's final words before he shipped me off to a torturous conference for "independent businesses". It's basically a gathering of middle-aged 'entrepreneurs' who want to spy on how their competitors are moving forwards. I couldn't imagine anything more dreadful but my dad has been relentlessly on my case recently. He's basically worried I'll amount to nothing in life, so he's **** for me to get involved in his work.

What's worse is that he sent a babysitter with me - his business partner Marco Big.

We arrived on the Friday night and I quickly excused myself to my room; Mr. Big didn't seem to mind. I'm sure he wasn't particularly thrilled about being shipped off with his friend's lazy son either.

One, and possibly the only, good thing about this weekend, I thought to myself, was that I had access to a conference full of strangers who didn't know me and were likely as bored and horny as I was. At times like these, I loved to pack a bottle of X-Change and my set of expensive female clothing: dresses, skirts, lingerie etc.

My dirty little secret: I love to take X-Change pills and go on wild adventures - clubs, bars, raves; anything that takes me out of my boring life. My dad has no idea - of course he doesn't. He thinks I'm just off killing time with my friends... and sometimes I am. But it usually involves fucking said friends. Sometimes I take the pill, sometimes they do - sometimes we mix it up, sometimes we invite people over. People would judge us but it's really a fantastic way of living and being - so free and exhilarating.

I basically popped a pill as soon as I got into my room - I didn't want to waste any time. This weekend was going to be a nightmare so I wanted to squeeze out any small ounce of fun I could.

I showered, got dressed and put on my nicest make-up.

I smiled widely as I looked in the mirror, one last flick of the airbrush to complete my perfect look. My smooth, brown hair hung by my shoulders in a retro-style - with bangs. I liked trying out new looks every time I took the pill and I was really feeling this particular look right now. I felt sure the out-of-touch fellas of this conference would appreciate a more throwback look as well.

I adjusted my bra, my F-cup breasts looking irresistible in my low-cut, black dress which clung to my hourglass figure. X-Change has really come along from its early days. Now you can pretty much pick what you'll come out looking like, if you pay for the right pill of course. And one benefit of being a spoiled, good-for-nothing brat was that money was never an issue. So, I liked the idea of being a busty, irresistible woman just touching her 30s. It would be the perfect lure at this weekend.

I checked my maroon lipstick one last time, before heading out the door. I was finally feeling excited about my night of escape.