Speedy in Another Life: My Rebirth as Thea Queen

Thea Queen strode across the snow-dusted campus of Star City University, her 6'1" frame turning heads as she moved with effortless grace. At fifteen, she was the youngest student in her business program, but her confidence made her seem years older.

She wore a completely see-through cropped black sweater that clung to her toned torso, revealing only small nipple stickers underneath. The sweater ended just above her navel, showcasing her flat stomach. Paired with extremely low-waisted leather short shorts that were so small they might as well have been panties, the outfit was daring and provocative. Her ankle boots added a slight heel, making her even taller, and her dark hair cascaded in loose. waves over her shoulders. A thin silver choker rested against her neck, drawing attention to her elegant neckline.

As she walked, Thea overheard whispers from her classmates. "Is she even old enough to be here?" one muttered. "She looks like she belongs on a runway, not in a lecture hall," another added. Thea smirked, brushing off their comments. It had been half a year since she started college, and she had already made a name for herself as the youngest and most confident student on campus. She had been a successful businessman in her previous life, and the material in her classes felt almost laughably easy to her. She didn't need to put much effort into studying; her experience and sharp mind carried her through.

In her morning class, Thea leaned back in her chair, her long legs crossed as she listened to the professor drone on about corporate strategy. The lecture had been dragging on for what felt like hours, and she was beginning to zone out when she heard her name.

"Thea," the professor said, his voice cutting through the monotony. "What's your take on Porter's Five Forces? How would you apply it to a company like Tesla?"

Thea straightened in her chair, her mind snapping to attention. She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, then leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. "Well," she began, her voice calm but confident, "Porter's Five Forces is a framework for analyzing competitive dynamics, but I think it's important to consider how it applies to industries that are rapidly evolving, like electric vehicles. For Tesla, the threat of new entrants is high because the market is growing, but their brand loyalty and technological edge act as barriers. Supplier power is moderate, but Tesla's vertical integration gives them an advantage. Buyer power is increasing as more competitors enter the space, but Tesla's innovation keeps them ahead. As for substitutes, traditional automakers are catching up, but Tesla's focus on sustainability and energy efficiency still sets them apart. And finally, rivalry is intense, but Tesla's first-mover advantage and cult-like following give them a unique position."

The room fell silent as she finished. Her classmates exchanged impressed glances, some nodding along, while others scribbled notes. The professor raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well said, Thea. You've clearly thought this through. Anyone else want to build on her analysis?"

Thea leaned back again, a faint smirk playing on her lips. She knew she had nailed it—again.

After class, Thea joined a group of classmates in the courtyard. They discussed their plans for the upcoming holidays, and Thea couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she talked about her family's traditions. Despite her young age, she had already established herself as a leader among her peers, and moments like these only solidified her confidence.

The next week on Christmas eve the Queen mansion was a winter wonderland, with a towering Christmas tree adorned with twinkling lights and ornaments. Thea descended the grand staircase in a casual outfit she had been wearing while lounging in her room: a silk camisole in deep emerald green that clung to her curves, paired with black lace boy shorts that barely peeked out from under the hem of the camisole. She had thrown on an oversized cardigan for warmth, but it hung open, revealing her toned midriff. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she wore no makeup, letting her natural beauty shine.

The family gathered in the grand hall, exchanging gifts and enjoying a lavish breakfast. Oliver, looking worse for wear after a late-night party, slumped in his chair, nursing a cup of coffee.

As the family settled into the festive atmosphere, Oliver suddenly perked up, his competitive spirit kicking in. "Hey, Speedy, remember our candy cane race?"

Thea's eyes lit up. "You're on."

Moira sighed, shaking her head. "You two are going to ruin your appetites."

Robert chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Let them have their fun."

Oliver and Thea each grabbed a handful of holiday candy canes from the decorative bowl on the table. They sat across from each other, their eyes locked in a playful challenge.

"Ready?" Oliver asked, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Always," Thea replied, her tone confident.

"Go!" Robert called out, acting as the unofficial referee.

The two siblings began unwrapping and eating the candy canes as fast as they could, their competitive streaks on full display. Oliver tried to take an early lead, but Thea's precision and speed quickly caught up. The sound of crunching candy filled the room, and even Moira couldn't help but laugh at their antics.

"Done!" Thea declared, holding up her last candy cane wrapper triumphantly.

Oliver groaned, leaning back in his chair. "You cheated."

Thea smirked, popping the last piece of candy into her mouth. "You're just a sore loser."

Robert clapped, clearly entertained. "Well done, Thea. Oliver, maybe next year."

After the candy cane race, the family moved to the living room to continue the festivities. Moira handed Thea a beautifully wrapped box containing a delicate silver necklace with a small emerald pendant. "It reminded me of your eyes," Moira said softly.

Thea's eyes welled up with tears as she clasped the necklace around her neck. "Thank you, Mom. It's perfect."

Robert received a vintage pocket watch from Moira, engraved with the Queen family crest. "This is incredible," he said, his voice filled with pride. "You always know how to make Christmas special."

Oliver, still recovering from his loss in the candy cane race, handed Thea a small, clumsily wrapped gift. "Here you go, Speedy. Don't say I never get you anything."

Thea unwrapped the gift to find a leather-bound journal with her initials embossed on the cover. "For all your genius ideas," Oliver said, his tone teasing but sincere.

Thea smiled, genuinely touched. "Thanks, Ollie. I'll put it to good use."

As the morning wore on, the family played a few rounds of charades, with Oliver's over-the-top acting leaving everyone in stitches. Thea's quiet but clever clues earned her a few wins, much to Oliver's mock outrage.

"You're too good at this," Oliver complained after Thea correctly guessed his attempt at miming "The Nutcracker."

"Maybe you're just bad at charades," Thea shot back, earning a laugh from Robert and Moira.

The festive atmosphere was warm and full of laughter, a rare moment of genuine connection for the Queen family.

Later that evening, Robert and Moira pulled Thea aside for a serious conversation. She had changed into a turtleneck bodysuit, the fabric was sheer, revealing her nipples underneath. The bodysuit clung to her figure like a second skin, the deep emerald green color accentuating her curves. The neckline dipped just low enough to draw attention without crossing into scandalous territory, and the high-cut legs of the bodysuit showcased her long, toned legs. She draped an oversized cardigan over her shoulders, but it hung open, leaving little to the imagination. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she wore minimal makeup, letting her natural beauty shine.

Thea sat across from her parents in the study, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. Despite the revealing nature of her outfit, she carried herself with the same confidence and poise she always did, her sharp green eyes meeting her parents' gazes with a calm, measured intensity.

"Thea," Robert began, his voice warm but firm, "we're incredibly proud of everything you've accomplished. You've shown a level of maturity and intelligence that's rare for someone your age."

Moira nodded, her expression soft but serious. "You've always been ahead of your time, sweetheart. Even when you were little, you had this… determination. It's like you've always known what you wanted."

Thea leaned back in her chair, her posture relaxed but confident. She crossed her legs, the movement drawing attention to her toned frame. "Thank you," she said, her voice steady and composed. "But I've always believed that age is just a number. It's what you do with your time that matters."

Robert raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by her poise. "You're right, of course. And that's exactly why we think it's time for you to start spending time at Queen Consolidated. You have a sharp mind, and we want you to be ready to take on a leadership role when the time comes."

Moira's gaze flickered to Thea's outfit, her expression tightening slightly. "Thea, sweetheart, I know you like to express yourself through your clothes, but… don't you think this might be a bit… revealing for a family setting?"

Thea's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "Mom, I'm comfortable in my own skin. And I think it's important to be confident in how I present myself. Besides, it's just us here."

Robert cleared his throat, his tone diplomatic but firm. "Your mother has a point, Thea. While we admire your confidence, there's a time and place for everything. When you're at the office, for example, you'll need to dress in a way that commands respect."

Thea's smile didn't waver. "I understand," she said, her tone calm and assured. "But let's be honest—Oliver's not exactly stepping up to the plate, is he? And if I'm going to be the one taking on this role, I want to do it on my terms."

Robert sighed, exchanging a glance with Moira. "Oliver… is finding his own path. He's not ready for this kind of responsibility. But you, Thea—you've always been ready."

Moira's expression softened, though her concern was still evident. "We're not asking you to replace Oliver, sweetheart. We're asking you to be yourself. But part of being a leader is understanding how to present yourself in different situations. Your clothes… they send a message. And we want to make sure it's the right one."

Thea tilted her head slightly, her gaze thoughtful. "I appreciate your concern," she said, her voice carrying a weight of experience that seemed far beyond her years. "But I think the message I send is one of confidence and individuality. And if people can't respect that, then maybe they're not the kind of people I want to work with."

Robert chuckled, shaking his head in admiration. "You never cease to amaze me, Thea. Alright, we'll start small. You'll come to the office, meet the team, and get a feel for how things work. But I have a feeling you're going to make your presence known sooner rather than later."

Thea nodded, her confidence unwavering. "I'll do my best," she said, her voice steady. "But I won't make promises I can't keep. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right."

Moira reached out, squeezing Thea's hand. "We believe in you, sweetheart. And we're here to support you every step of the way. Just… maybe consider toning it down a bit at the office, okay?"

Thea's smile softened, a rare moment of vulnerability breaking through her composed exterior. "I'll think about it," she said quietly. "But I'm not going to change who I am."

A few hours later, Thea found Oliver in the mansion's game room, playing pool with Tommy. She waited until Tommy left, leaning casually against the doorframe as she watched Oliver line up his shot.

Oliver sank the last ball with a satisfied grin before turning to Thea. "Hey, Speedy. What's up? You here to challenge me to a game, or are you just here to admire my skills?"

Thea rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "In your dreams, Ollie." She stepped further into the room, her arms crossed loosely over her chest. "Actually, I need your advice. It's about Sara."

Oliver raised an eyebrow, setting his pool cue aside and leaning against the table. "Sara, huh? What about her?"

Thea hesitated, her usual confidence faltering for a moment. She glanced down at her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her cardigan. "I think I… like her. Like, like her. But she's gonna turn nineteen soon, and I'm only fifteen. I don't know what to do."

Oliver's expression softened, a rare moment of seriousness breaking through his usual playful demeanor. He walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Look, Speedy, you're young. Sara's great, but you've got plenty of time to figure things out. Don't rush into anything."

Thea frowned, her green eyes narrowing slightly. "But what if she moves on? What if I miss my chance?"

Oliver sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I get it. Trust me, I've been there. But if it's meant to be, it'll happen. You don't need to force it."

Thea uncrossed her arms, her frustration evident. "That's easy for you to say. You've never had to worry about someone being older than you."

Oliver chuckled, his smirk returning. "True. But I've had my fair share of complicated relationships. And let me tell you, rushing into things never ends well."

Thea's shoulders slumped, her usual poise giving way to vulnerability. "I just… I don't want to mess this up. She's important to me."

Oliver's expression softened again, and he pulled her into a quick, brotherly hug. "I know, Speedy. And that's why you need to take your time. Sara's not going anywhere. Just be yourself, and let things happen naturally."

Thea nodded, though her frustration was still evident. "I'll try. But it's not easy."

Oliver ruffled her hair, earning a glare from Thea. "Nothing worth having ever is. Now, how about a game of pool? Loser has to clean my car."

Thea smirked, her confidence returning. "You're on. But don't come crying to me when I win."

Oliver laughed, grabbing his pool cue. "We'll see about that, Speedy."

At the Lance household, Sara sat down with Quentin and Dinah in the cozy living room. The room was warm and inviting, with a fire crackling in the hearth and the soft glow of Christmas lights reflecting off the ornaments on the tree. Sara wore a cozy **oversized sweater** and leggings, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She looked relaxed but nervous, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater as she gathered her thoughts.

"Mom, Dad," Sara began, her voice soft but steady, "I need to talk to you about something. It's about Thea."

Quentin, ever the protective father, set down his coffee mug and leaned forward, his expression serious. "What about Thea? Is everything okay?"

Dinah, sitting beside him, placed a hand on his arm, her tone calm and reassuring. "Let her talk, Quentin."

Sara took a deep breath, her blue eyes flickering between her parents. "I think I… have feelings for her. Like, *real* feelings. But she's only fifteen, and I'm eighteen. I don't want to mess things up."

Quentin's eyebrows shot up, and he exchanged a quick glance with Dinah. "She's young, Sara. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Dinah, more supportive but equally cautious, leaned forward slightly. "Feelings are complicated, sweetheart. Just take it slow and be honest with her."

Sara nodded, her expression thoughtful but conflicted. "I know she's younger, but she's not like other fifteen-year-olds. She's… different. Mature. Confident. Sometimes I forget how young she is because she acts like she's been through so much more. And she's in college too, so it's not like we're in completely different places in life."

Quentin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I get that, Sara. Thea's a special kid. But that doesn't change the fact that there's an age gap. And it's not just about numbers—it's about where you both are emotionally. You're eighteen, and she's fifteen. That's a big difference, even if she's in college."

Dinah nodded, her voice gentle but firm. "Your dad's right, sweetheart. You need to think about what's best for both of you. If you rush into something, it could complicate things—not just for you, but for her too."

Sara looked down at her hands, her fingers still fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. "I know. And that's what scares me. I don't want to lose her as a friend. She's one of the most important people in my life."

Quentin's expression softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Sara's knee. "Hey, kiddo, we're not saying you have to ignore your feelings. We're just saying… be careful. Take your time. If it's meant to be, it'll happen."

Dinah smiled, her eyes filled with warmth. "And no matter what happens, we're here for you. Just remember to be honest with her—and with yourself."

Sara nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Thanks, guys. I'll think about what you said. I just… I don't want to mess this up."

Quentin chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You're a smart kid, Sara. You'll figure it out. Just don't forget to trust your gut."

Dinah reached out, squeezing Sara's hand. "And remember, we're always here if you need to talk."

Sara smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "I know. Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad."

The next day, Robert took Thea to Queen Consolidated. She wore an outfit that was both daring and powerful but a bit more reserved than usual for her parents sake: a micro tube top in structured black satin that provided minimal coverage, ending just below her bust and leaving her midriff exposed. Over it, she wore a cropped suit jacket with strong shoulder pads and a single-button closure, the tailored fit emphasizing her confident silhouette. Her low-waisted, wide-leg trousers** flowed elegantly as she walked, the luxurious crepe fabric adding a dramatic touch. Her strappy stilettos added height and elegance, their metallic finish catching the light with every step. Her hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup featured bold eyeliner and a striking red lip, completing the polished yet provocative look.

As they entered the conference room, the murmurs of the board members and shareholders fell silent. All eyes turned to Thea as she followed Robert to the head of the table, her presence commanding attention. Robert took his seat, and Thea stood beside him, her posture confident and her gaze steady.

"Everyone," Robert began, his voice firm and authoritative, "this is my daughter, Thea. She'll be joining us today to observe and learn as part of her preparation for her future role in the company."

The room remained silent for a moment before one of the board members, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a skeptical expression, spoke up. "With all due respect, Mr. Queen, why did you bring Thea? Oliver is the eldest. Shouldn't he be the one taking on this role?"

Robert's expression didn't waver. "Oliver is… finding his own path. Thea has shown a level of intelligence and maturity that I feel makes her uniquely suited for this opportunity. She's here to learn, not to lead—yet."

Another board member, a woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense demeanor, raised an eyebrow. "She's fifteen, isn't she? Isn't..... she a bit too young for this."

Robert nodded, his tone calm but firm. "She is. But age is just a number. What matters is her ability to learn and contribute. And I have no doubt she'll excel."

A third board member, a man with a stern expression and a deep voice, leaned forward. "And what makes you so sure of her competency? This is a multi-billion-dollar company, not a school project."

Thea stepped forward, her voice steady and confident. "If I may, I'd like to address that." She paused, her sharp green eyes scanning the room. "Last quarter, Queen Consolidated's revenue increased by 12%, driven primarily by the success of the Applied Sciences division. However, our market share in Europe has declined by 4% due to increased competition. To address this, I'd recommend investing in localized marketing strategies and expanding our partnerships with European distributors."

The room fell silent, the board members exchanging surprised glances. Then, a smooth, deep voice broke the tension. "Impressive."

All eyes turned to the man who had spoken. He was tall and lean, with a commanding presence and piercing blue eyes. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, and his calm demeanor exuded authority. This was Walter Steele, the CFO of Queen Consolidated and a close business friend of Robert.

Walter stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Thea. "Miss Queen, your insights are… refreshing. But insights alone aren't enough to run a company like this. What makes you think you're ready to take on this responsibility?"

Thea met his gaze without flinching, her tone calm but firm. "I'm not here to pretend I know everything. I'm here to listen, to learn, and to contribute where I can. But I'm also here to challenge the status quo. Queen Consolidated has the potential to be more than just a successful company—it can be a leader in innovation and social responsibility. And I want to be a part of that."

Walter's lips curved into a small, approving smile. "Ambitious. I like that." He turned to Robert, his tone respectful but direct. "You've raised quite the prodigy, Robert."

Robert smiled, his pride evident. "She's always been ahead of her time."

Walter turned back to Thea, extending his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Queen. I look forward to seeing what you can do."

Thea shook his hand, her grip firm and confident. "Thank you, Mr. Steele. I hope to not let you down."

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**Author's Note:**

Hey everyone!

Thank you for reading, and I hope you're as excited as I am to see where this story goes. Let me know what you think, and I'll see you in the next chapter!