After I graduated from university with a master in business administration, my study debts plagued me hard. I took the first job I got at a small pencil manufacturer. It was as boring as it sounds. The work was boring, my colleagues were boring, the payment too little to live on and too much to die on. But I hadn't the energy to change something. And so I starved for many years. Meanwhile I arranged with my boring life. I could live near my parents, I wasn't too required by work and so I became boring too. One morning I carried my groceries home and passed the kiosk, where I used to buy my newspaper. The newsdealer stood outside of his box and sorted some magazines. He knew me well, I often drink coffee there and chat with him. He saw me and said: "Oh boy, you look tired. What could help you?" "Marrying rich!" I said jokingly, but he just put a necklace in one of my bags and vanished into his kiosk without saying any further words. For a moment I didn't move. I was too stunned by his behaviour. Then I headed back home, because the handles of the plastic bags cut in my hands. Back home I sorted my groceries. The last thing I had to put to place was the necklace. Still bewildered from what happened at the kiosk I watched it closely. It was a golden necklace with a handwriting pendant: "golddigger". I deemed it as a party gag item. I put it on just for fun and went to my mirror. The necklace tightened around my neck until it became one with me. For a short while nothing happened, but then blonde long hair burst out from my scalp. Big curls created a high class feminine looking haircut. Next my lashes extended and turned deep black. Now they emphasized my blue eyes...I used to have green eyes. But I couldn't watch it closely, because my lips inflated. I had a woman's head on a man's body. But not for long. My shoulders narrowed and my arms slendered. My fingers got longer and thinner. Pink nail polish appeared on them. The next thing I felt was a pressure first in then on my chest. Two big bresats ballooned out. They were immediately held by a black bra. My waist slimmed and got hugged by a blouse with leopard pattern. My ass jiggled suddenly and I felt how my hips became wider, while my legs got longer. A blu jeans formed around my legs and my wide hips. Then I grew about seven inches. But it wasn't me, heels were the reason for my growth. I looked into the mirror once again. It reflected a stunning blonde woman made for high class. This was too much for me. I sat down on my bed and looked down at me. Then I opened the blouse to inspect my new grown bust. This was very nice to look at. I was sure it would be at least as great as to touch them.
And yes it was. More and more of my body was exposed and touched, until I noticed that my crotch had to changed too. Out of nowhere I knew, how to masturbate as a woman. While I did so, thooughts entered my mind. Thoughts about a rich (wo)man's life. All I had to do was to get a rich man. After my first experience of a woman's pleasure I got dressed from a closet enchantingly full of sexy woman's clothes and went to the local marina. There always was a party on one of the boats there. I was right. From the biggest yacht there loud music and laughter sounded all over the habour. Security checked the guests, but with my look these guys weren't a problem. I talked around with some of the girls at the party and found out that the host was the son of an industrial magnate. I looked for him and found him. He wasn't beautiful but the heir of billions of Dollars. You get nothing for free. We spent a nice evening and when party was almost over, he invited me to stay on his father's boat. Yes!!! Some glasses of champagne later we were having sex in the biggest of four bedrooms. I was in heaven. The sex was really nice too, but a boat this big needs a real rich owner.
The next morning
I woke up before him and blew him a morning tune on his flute. Just to fresh up his memory. It could have been, that he was too drunk last night to remember how great I am. While I pushed my throat all over his dick, I realized how much fun and pleasure sex as a woman gave me. It felt great and if I got me a rich man I'd kill two birds with one stone. Suddenly his dick started throbbing and grew another bit. He grunted and came all over my tits. I rolled over next to him and enjoyed how his warm jizz flowed over my breasts. The fun part was done. Time for work. I engrossed my future donator into a conversation and imperceptible I directed the speech to long-lasting relationship and marriage. Too late. Due to monied aristocracry issues he was already spoken for the daughter of his father's partner. he barely knew her, but he promised I could stay as his sidechick. I was furious! Couldn't he say that earlier? I barked at him, put on my clothes and ran off the boat. My blouse glued on my breasts because of the sticky boy's semen. It was so embarrassing.
After a prolonged shower I had to prepare my next attempt. This time at the local country club. The security wasn't still a problem. Just a flash of my tits and I could pass to the pool. There I found him. Self-esteem in person. He talked to everyone there like they were friends for a long time. I came up to him and we talked about this and that. Suddenly I had a competitor. She was me in brunette. Damn! Both of us played along for the following private party, but we permanently tried to outdo the other one, wich led us to the dirty side of the pool. When all the other guests had left, my rival and me gave him the blowjob of his life. When he came all over our tits I was the first to lick his dick clean. None of us giving up we shared his cum with a kiss, seeing this nobody could think we hated each other. After that I asked him about what he was doing for his living. He was a golddigger too on the search for investors. He had 'THE IDEA' for a web service start-up, which he unasked explained to us in contour. Surely he thought we were just too dumb to understand what he said. I may be blonde on the outside now, but he was it definitely on the inside. And I still had my master's degree. His business plan had some serious mistakes, which will make his business fail miserably. She should have him. I jumped into the pool to get out of this situation as clean as possible.
On my way home I smote my forehead. Business always before pleasure! I had to change my strategy. First step: clear up if he's rich. Then: fuck him into marriage. This is work after all, but at least it's fun.