The CEO's Chubby Girl

Emma's POV: 'Can someone please tell me what on earth happened to me while I was asleep?' My name is Emma Anderson. I had no idea how long I'd been out. The instant I opened my eyes, the bright light flooding the room stung, forcing me to squint. This place was entirely unfamiliar. It looked like a hotel suite, with its oversized bed and impersonal decor. Bits and pieces of last night's memories trickled into my muddled mind. I remembered I'd been practically forced to attend a party. 'But why on earth am I waking up in a strange room?' Something instinctual screamed that this was not a place where anyone should feel safe. A shiver ran down my spine. 'What time is it? And where's my phone? I need to get out of here. Now!' I sat up, raising my hand to rub the sleep from my eyes, but the sight of my arm froze me mid-motion. 'What... what am I looking at?' A solid, well-defined arm, long, tanned, and sculpted with lean muscle. It was a man's arm. I stared at the faint golden hair dusting my forearm, paralyzed for a good ten seconds before I managed to gather the nerve to lift the covers with these unfamiliar hands. Gone were my 100D breasts, replaced by a flat, muscular torso with abs that belonged in a fitness magazine, not a trace of my usual pesky love handles. My gaze dropped to my legs, where something even more foreign to me, a distinctly male appendage, stood at attention. A scream tore from my throat. 'What in the world happened? Whose body am I in? Who does this... well-toned male body belong to?' I jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. It had been years since I'd moved with such ease, with none of the 256 pounds I'd dragged around with me. Gravity itself felt weaker as if I'd left half of myself behind. Trembling, I looked into the bathroom mirror. A terrified but undeniably handsome face stared back at me. My mouth fell open, and the man in the mirror did the same. I swallowed hard, and Adam's apple bobbed in the reflection. 'Dear God, I've really turned into a man? Is this really happening? How did this happen?' 'Maybe I'm still dreaming.' I tried to convince myself. 'Don't panic, Emma Anderson. You're probably just still asleep, and this is some ridiculous dream.' Then I gave the face in the mirror, well, this body's face, a hard pinch. But the pain shot from my cheek straight to my brain. "Ouch..." Nothing changed in or out of the mirror. 'So this isn't a dream? But how is any of this even possible? Could magic actually exist in this world?' The mounting tension in my mind sparked an unexpected physical reaction, and I watched, dumbfounded, as the chest in the mirror twitched involuntarily. I couldn't help but smirk. 'I have to admit, these muscles look... rather amazing.' My gaze traced over every sculpted line and hard edge. It was a face that could break hearts, every angle and contour crafted with impossible precision, leaving me utterly entranced. In a mix of fascination and horror, I started to explore this body, stopping only when I realized where I was going. As Alexander Anderson's overweight, overlooked daughter, I'd never gotten close enough to a man to see, let alone touch, that part of an actual man. "Oh my God, Emma, what are you even doing?" My sanity finally kicked in, making me yank my hands back. 'This is insane. In the middle of such a bizarre situation, I'm examining this guy's features like some pervert.' Nothing could be crazier. I shook my head, trying to clear it. 'First things first, my top priority is to find some clothes and cover up.' In an attempt to regain some control, I raced back to the bed and wrapped myself tightly in the quilt. 'This body seems incredible. I feel strong, alive, like I could take on the world. But I have no idea who this body belongs to. And if I am somehow inside his body, then what happened to mine?' Sitting on the bed, I forced myself to take a few deep breaths, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. 'Where did everything go wrong? Was it the champagne at the party?' I remembered the warmth that had spread through me after that drink. From the moment my father and Sybil Anderson, my half-sister, the one person in the family who seemed to despise me more than anyone, insisted I attend the gala, I knew nothing good would come of it. I figured she'd probably arranged for someone to humiliate me about my weight and make some snide comment. "Oh dear, is that Alexander's other daughter? No wonder he never introduces her." But that drink made me realize something bigger was going on. I'd left the crowd, searching for a quiet room to rest. Everything after that was a complete blank. Right before my mind had slipped away, I'd heard a nauseating voice whispering my name. 'If there wasn't a stimulant or some other drug in that champagne, then what caused... this? What happened while I was out cold? Who was calling my name? Was it this body's actual owner? If his soul is now occupying my body, where has he gone?' Clearing my throat, I spoke my own name in this body. "Emma." The rich, low timbre rumbled in my chest, making me blush just from the sound. 'No... that's not it.' The one calling my name sounded much older than this. 'But who could it have been?'