Careless

 As I sit here, staring at my reflection in the mirror, I can't help but feel a sense of disbelief. Just a few months ago, I was your average Joe - a man in his late 20s living a normal, boring life. But then, everything changed.

It all started the day I stumbled upon a dusty antique shop while taking a walk to clear my mind. The shop was small, with shelves filled with various trinkets and objects from different eras. As I made my way around the store, I came across a small wooden box with intricate carvings on it. The shopkeeper, an elderly woman, informed me that the box contained a magical medallion - one that had the power to transform a person's gender.

At first, I thought it was a silly concept, something straight out of a fairy tale. But the shopkeeper assured me that the medallion was real and that it could change my life. Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to purchase the medallion.

As soon as I got home, I opened the box and took out the medallion. It was a small, circular pendant with a strange symbol etched into it. Without much thought, I put it around my neck and felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. Suddenly, my muscles began to ache, and I fell to the ground in pain.

After a few minutes of agony, the pain subsided, and I stood up, feeling disoriented. I stumbled towards the mirror and saw a figure that I didn't recognize. It was a woman - with long, luscious hair, soft curves, and delicate features. I couldn't believe my eyes; I had been transformed into a woman.

As I touched my new body, I could feel a sense of femininity that I had never experienced before. It was strange, but at the same time, it felt right.

Over the next few hours, I explored my new body, fascinated by the changes that had taken place. My voice was now soft and melodic, my hands dainty, and my chest was adorned with breasts. It was like I was living in a dream, and I was amazed at how easily I had adapted to my new form.

The next day, I woke up in a panic, trying to recall the events of the previous day. But as I looked in the mirror, I was still a woman. For a moment, I felt a sense of panic, thinking that I was stuck in this form permanently. But then I remembered the shopkeeper's words - the medallion could only transform a person for one day. And as promised, the next morning, I was back to my original form.

Months went by, and I kept the medallion hidden away in a safe place, only using it when I felt like taking a break from my mundane life. But one night, after a particularly exhausting day at work, I decided to go out with some friends to a bar.

As the night went on and the drinks flowed freely, I let go of my inhibitions and began to enjoy myself. It was then that I ran into an old male friend of mine, Ethan. We had known each other since college, and there had always been a spark of attraction between us.

Before I knew it, we were laughing and dancing, and I found myself completely smitten with Ethan. As the night drew to a close, Ethan asked me back to his place, and I agreed without a second thought.

As we made our way to his bedroom, I realized what was about to happen. I was about to sleep with a man, and for the first time since my transformation, I felt a sense of panic and confusion. But it was too late to back out, and before I knew it, we were in bed together.

He undressed me slowly, taking in every inch of my new body. I could feel his eyes on me, admiring my curves. His touch was gentle yet firm, sending waves of pleasure through my body. When he finally entered me, I let out a moan I never knew I was capable of making.

As we moved together, his penis thrusting in and out of my newly formed vagina, I couldn't help but marvel at the sensation. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. And when we both reached our climax, it was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. It wasn't until I looked in the mirror that I realized that I was still a woman. But what was even more shocking was that the medallion was missing from its safe spot.

Panic and confusion flooded through me as I searched for the medallion. I knew I had to find it before it fell into the wrong hands, but as the days passed, I had no luck. The medallion seemed to have vanished, and I was stuck in this female form for good.

Over the next few weeks, I adapted to my new life as a woman. I found a job and made new friends, but I couldn't shake off the guilt I felt for using the medallion on a whim, without understanding the consequences.

But a few weeks later, I started to feel off. My period was late and my breasts felt sore. I brushed it off as stress and ignored it. But when it still hadn't arrived after another week, I started to panic.

I went to the store and bought a pregnancy test. I nervously waited for the results, my heart racing with fear. And when the words “pregnant” appeared on the screen, my whole world came crashing down.

I couldn't believe it. I was pregnant. From a one night stand. How could I be so stupid? I berated myself for my reckless behavior and wondered how I was going to handle this alone.

The next few months were a whirlwind of emotions and changes. I told my family and friends about the pregnancy, and while some were disappointed in me, they supported me and promised to help in any way they could.

As my belly grew, so did my connection to my unborn child. I started to feel excited and hopeful for the future. I didn't want to be a single mother, but I knew I could do it if I had to.