Rachel take the home staging magazine

Rachel couldn't focus on anything else, but the home staging magazine. She was looking at her pictures and found them amazing. She was a little bit narcissistic spending a lot of time looking good and training to keep her shape. It was a must in the industries she was working in. The real estate business was a shallow one. When clients looked for an agent they usually judge their effectiveness by their looks, not by their stats and Rachel knew how to play this game even if she didn't like it. The photo shoot done for the magazine only increased her confidence in that process.

Rachel sat down on the big leather chair next to the oaken desk and switched pages to look at the beginning of the article. She had chosen well for she was wearing a nice feminine suit with a white chemise showing just enough skin to look professional but sexy at the same time. Rachel began looking at the magazine remembering that day when suddenly her eyes felt heavy and she suddenly fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, she wasn't in the same room anymore. In fact, she wasn't in the old mansion anymore. She was in the condo presented in the magazine. She was wearing the same outfit down to the smallest details not shown in the magazine. Under her suit, she had worn a black lacy bra and panty with a garter belt and silk stoking. She wanted to feel and look sexy that day.

Rachel began to look around. She was all alone in the condo, but the last time a whole crew was there to help with the staging and the photoshoot. Something weird was going on, but she couldn't tell what at that moment. Rachel didn't know what to do. She was there all alone in a condo she had seen before but had never been in all alone.

Rachel tried to focus on her task ahead. She had to find a way out of this place and return to the old mansion. It was becoming harder and harder to focus her mind seems to be in fog. For some reason, she felt the same attraction she had flaunting her curves. She began walking towards the exit door. This was the only logical way out of this place. As she walked, Rachel's hips began to move on their own making Rachel walk sexily. At the same time, all Rachel's body began to warm up. Suddenly, Rachel began to change shape. Rachel's hips began to widen, her breasts grew large, very round, and filled with silicon. Rachel's nose changed shape to be finer and her lips filled with collagen. Her clothes morphed. Her new fake breasts were straining against her tight chemise only two buttons were keeping the flesh tucked in. Her professional pants morphed to become a short black skirt. Rachel saw her reflection and like what she saw. She looked gorgeous all her life she had worked her way to become a real-estate bimbo and here she was, but something deep in her mind was screaming that it was all wrong that her real goal was to be recognized for her work not her look. At that moment, someone entered the room from the bedroom.

"Hey miss, I need some help over here. Do you mind showing me some of the features of the bedroom please?" Said the handsome man coming from the bedroom, but something in Rachel's mind made her stop and looked for the exit.