Conditional Inheritance

Lucille was a very successful woman. She started her own business, made millions, and owned several luxurious mansions around the world. In old age, she devised a plan for her successor. It was her greatest desire to have another woman take her place as CEO, as she took pride in having started her own company, but she also wanted to keep everything within the family. She had no living female heirs, so a compromise was made in her will. Dylan, her eldest grandson, could only accept the inheritance if he swapped bodies with a woman. And the procedure would have to be done in total secret. For the rest of his life, Dylan would have to pretend he was Lucille's granddaughter, born a girl. Otherwise, the deal passed onto the next oldest male in line. Dylan didn't hesitate for a second; the money was too good, so he took the deal.

Today was a day like any other, at least since Dylan underwent the procedure. He spent a lot of time in the bathtub, trying to acclimate to his new body. The female reproductive system was mind-bending to say the least, and breasts were as inconvenient as they were alluring. It was a difficult adjustment period, and he was beginning to wonder if being a girl was even worth the money and prestige. He had incredible gender dysphoria that seemed to only get worse by the day. He tried listening to podcasts that talked about women's bodies and positivity, but nothing was helping. During the middle of yet another soak, he got a knock on the door of his mansion's third master bathroom. It was his personal assistant.

Dylan opened the door, not caring that his personal assistant could see his naked body. Apparently the man came on urgent business, but Dylan told him to wait, pretending the podcast he was listening to was an important phone call. Having bought himself a few minutes, he walked over to the window. As the sun was setting over the city, he down at the beautiful coastline from the estate he now called home. He took the ear phones out but kept repeating the message in his head. I'm happy to be a woman. I'm happy to be a woman. Hopefully he would begin to believe it.