Sarah as she discovers that Tom isn't as good for her career as she'd like

It was strange, heading into what simultaneously was Sarah's first day at this job and what felt like her hundredth. Stranger still was the fact that her old life, her old job, felt less real than this new one did. She strutted into work feeling confident and young and sexy in her outfit, ready to teach college freshman and work her way up the ladder at this college.

Her choice to fuck Professor Saunders to help that goal along wasn't the move she had thought of first, but it seemed to be working nicely. The older man had been working at the college for ages, and had a lot of connections. In fact, he'd put in a suggestion to the head of their department that she should get a raise and a better office just last week, with a reply coming any day now.

Frowning, Sarah shook her head. That wasn't...that wasn't true, though. She fucked Tom because she loved him, not for personal gain, and she'd been doing it for decades. This wish was fun, but she had to make sure she didn't lose herself to these new memories or the new life.

That became harder to remember as her first class started. It was like she went into autopilot, her curriculum and teaching skills ready to access, despite her having neither the day before. She caught more than a few stares from her students as she taught, both from the boys and the girls. It was flattering, and understandable. She was a young teacher, barely five years older than most of her students.

Some of them were cute, too. Maybe she should pull one into an off-hours meeting sometime, see how far that went. After all, it's not like she and Professor Saunders were dating or anything. Honestly, he was only so-so in bed and not the most attractive option available. Once she had what she wanted, she could just glide out of his life and-

No! Tom is my husband and I love him! She wanted to slap herself. Maybe she would ask him to tone down the mental changes after school.

This also brought up a new aspect of that other wish they'd made. Apparently, Sarah wouldn't be bothered by anything she did, but what she thought was another matter. Where did one become the other, though, and what happened then?

When she finally had a break between classes, Sarah took the time to check her work email, and was excited to see a reply to her from Professor Waxly regarding the requested raise and office move. She opened the message...and was dismayed at what she found.

Apparently, he was well aware of what strings she was pulling to enlist Tom in helping her get what she wanted, and he said, without using as many words, that he was the wrong tree to bark up. The man was well liked, apparently, but not someone able to influence any kind of change, especially not in terms of a promotion. No, Waxly made clear, that was the kind of thing one had to see a head of a department for.

There was an insinuation, obviously kept out of the work email explicitly, that if she did the same things for Professor Waxly that she did for Tom, then she would get exactly what she wanted.

A burning desire filled Sarah as she finished the email. She needed that leg up. No matter who she had to fuck. If Professor Saunders wasn't going to be of any help, then he was of no use to her. She could kick him to the curb or string him along or whatever, but clearly Waxly was the one to seduce, to focus on.

The remnants of who Sarah once was tried to fight those feelings and thoughts, but it was hard. All her feelings of love and devotion to her husband were outweighed by the present personality's need to get what she wanted at any cost.