Wasn't Supposed to Be Permanent

See Where it Leads

What If I Was Your Girlfriend

Blind Date

 

Not Long Now

Always the Third Wheel

To Be Closer

 

Another Baby

I Warned You

"Remember what I said, Ethan," Mr. Lawson growled, his hand gripping mine with a force that sent a shiver down my spine. "Whatever you do to my daughter, I'll do to you—and maybe with a little extra."

His words echoed in my mind long after that handshake. Daniella and I had been together since freshman year, and prom night was supposed to be our crowning moment. We danced, laughed, kissed, and then—like the buildup of years of teasing attraction—it finally happened in the backseat of my old Jeep under the moonlight. She was everything I ever wanted, and that night, she was mine.

The next morning, I went to pick her up from her father's mansion. Daniella had told me her dad was protective, a man who demanded respect and got it. I hadn’t taken it too seriously at the time. Mr. Lawson, the ex-military type with a steely demeanor, was always intense, but he had no reason to worry about me—I loved Daniella. Or so I thought.

But when I arrived at the house, things felt off. Mr. Lawson stood at the door, arms crossed, his face darker than I’d ever seen. His eyes, ice-cold, tracked my every move as I approached. 

"I warned you, didn’t I, Ethan?" he said, voice low but full of menace. He stepped aside, motioning me inside.

I entered, my heart racing. "Warned me about what? I don’t understand." My stomach tightened as Mr. Lawson led me into his study and closed the door behind him with a heavy thud. 

"Last night," he said, taking a seat behind his desk, fingers tapping the surface slowly. "You were with my daughter, weren’t you?"

I hesitated, unsure if he knew, but it was no use hiding it. "Yes," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "But it wasn’t—"

"Wasn’t what?" he cut me off, his eyes narrowing. "Wasn’t intentional? Wasn’t serious? Let me tell you something, boy. I told you whatever you did to her, I’d do to you."

Before I could respond, he pulled something from his desk—a small, sleek device that looked like a remote. He aimed it at me, his lips curling into a smirk. “Consider this my lesson in responsibility.”

"What the hell are you—"

He pressed the button.

The transformation hit me instantly, like a wave crashing over my body. My chest tightened as I gasped for air, my skin tingling, burning, and shifting. My arms and legs felt like they were melting, my bones reshaping beneath my flesh. My hands, once strong and calloused, softened, my fingers slimming into delicate shapes. I looked down, and my heart leaped into my throat.

My clothes had changed—a tight, form-hugging red dress now clung to my body, hugging every new curve. My once flat chest began to swell, breasts pushing outward, heavy and foreign, the fabric pressing tight against them. My hips widened dramatically, the sudden weight of them making me stagger. I looked down to see my waist cinching in, my thighs rounding into soft curves that my jeans would have never contained. The sensation was overwhelming.

I stumbled, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the study’s large mirror. My short brown hair had lengthened into silky waves cascading down my back, my face now framed with delicate features—high cheekbones, full lips, and long, dark lashes that fluttered as I blinked in shock. I was beautiful… painfully beautiful. And horribly, undeniably female.

I spun toward Mr. Lawson, my voice catching in my throat as I tried to speak. “What... what did you do to me?!”

“Exactly what I promised.” He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving me. "You took something from me, so I took something from you. Now you understand what it's like to be her."

I tried to scream, tried to run, but I was frozen, too stunned by the changes I was experiencing. My body felt so alien, so sensitive—especially my chest, where the fabric of the dress teased my newly formed breasts, sending sparks of sensation through me. My heart raced as I felt something else—a warmth growing deep within me, a pulsing desire I couldn’t control. 

Mr. Lawson stood up and approached me, his presence overwhelming. "Don’t fight it, Emily," he said, his voice almost soothing now, using the name he’d just given me. “I see it in your eyes. You're feeling it already, aren’t you?"

I couldn’t deny it. The sensation was building—this strange, unfamiliar heat spreading from my core, making my legs feel weak. As much as I wanted to deny him, to push him away, my body was betraying me. Every inch of me was alive with desire, craving something I couldn’t understand.

He reached out, his hand trailing down my arm, and I shivered, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. “You’ll enjoy this more than you ever imagined.”

Before I knew it, I was on the couch, my body aching with need. Mr. Lawson's lips were on mine, firm and commanding, his hands sliding over my curves. I hated how easily my body responded, arching into him as his hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently. My skin burned where he touched me, the sensations overwhelming, unlike anything I’d felt before.

When he finally entered me, I gasped—his size filling me in ways that sent shockwaves through my new body. Each thrust drew moans from my lips I couldn’t stifle, my mind lost in the haze of pleasure. Wave after wave crashed over me until I couldn’t think, couldn’t resist. 

When it was over, I lay there, trembling, his seed inside me, knowing everything had changed. 

Now, eight months later, I stand in front of the mirror, cradling my swollen belly, feeling my daughter kick inside me. I’ve accepted my new life as Emily Lawson. John, Daniella’s father, is the man who changed me, but he’s also the father of the child growing inside me.

The strange thing is—I’m happy. My body feels right in a way I never expected. The curves, the bump, the soft glow of motherhood—they’ve become part of who I am. And soon, I’ll be Mrs. Emily Lawson, the mother of his child, raising a family with the man who turned my world upside down.

I never thought I’d be here, never thought I’d be a woman, let alone pregnant with the baby of the man who transformed me. But now, standing here, I can’t imagine life any other way.

Start Living

 Three years ago, I wasn’t Lena. I was Liam, a 28-year-old guy with a pretty average life. I didn’t think much about gender or identity—why would I? But then I went on holiday and caught the TG flu. You’ve probably heard of it. It was all over the news. Some strange virus that, for a handful of unlucky people, didn’t just make you sick. It transformed you—changed your body in ways you couldn’t imagine.

For me, it turned me into a woman.

At first, I thought it was temporary. The changes came slowly—my jawline softening, my muscles shrinking, my voice growing lighter. I stared in the mirror every day, watching my body betray me, turning into something I didn’t recognize. By the time the transformation was complete, Liam was gone. In his place was a woman staring back at me—Lena. My new body felt alien, like I was wearing someone else’s skin. And I had no idea how to live as her.

My sister, Kate, was a godsend. She stood by me through it all, even when I couldn’t stand to look at myself. She helped me pick out clothes, taught me how to style my hair, and encouraged me to go outside and face the world. But as much as I tried to adjust, something always felt off. I wasn’t sure if I could ever really embrace this new version of myself.

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The Push from Kate

“Lena, you’ve got to start living,” Kate said one evening as we sat on the couch. “You’ve been Lena for months now, but you’re still holding back. You deserve to be happy, to live fully as yourself.”

I sighed, staring into my tea. “It’s not that easy, Kate. I don’t know how to date as… this.”

Kate rolled her eyes but smiled warmly. “You’re beautiful, Lena. You’ve always been amazing, but now it’s time to show the world. Actually, I think I have just the person to help you do that.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to set me up?”

“Yes, I am,” she replied confidently. “His name’s Matt. He’s a great guy, and I think you’d really hit it off. One date. That’s all I’m asking.”

I hesitated, but deep down, I knew she was right. I couldn’t keep hiding. I needed to take that leap and live life as Lena. “Alright,” I finally said. “One date.”

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The Date

The café was warm and cozy, but I felt like I was on fire as I walked inside. I had spent way too much time getting ready, trying on what felt like every outfit in my closet. Eventually, I settled on a simple dress that made me feel… pretty. But as I scanned the room for Matt, the nerves kicked in.

I spotted him near the window, a dark-haired guy with a friendly smile. He looked up as I approached, standing to greet me. “Lena, right?” he said, his voice warm and welcoming.

“Yes, hi,” I replied, feeling a little awkward but trying to push through it. “Nice to meet you.”

As we sat down and started talking, something surprising happened—I started to relax. Matt had this easy way about him, making conversation flow naturally. He was charming, thoughtful, and funny in a way that made me laugh without feeling self-conscious. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was trying to pretend to be someone I wasn’t.

By the end of the night, I felt… comfortable. When Matt smiled and asked if I wanted to see him again, I surprised myself by saying yes. I wasn’t sure where it would go, but for the first time, I felt like I might actually enjoy letting someone into my life.

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A New Kind of Comfort

Over the next few weeks, Matt and I went on more dates. With each one, I felt a little more like myself—or rather, a version of myself I was getting used to. I started to enjoy dressing up, feeling feminine in a way I hadn’t thought possible before. And Matt, he just made it easy. He never pushed, never made me feel like there was something different about me. He saw me for who I was now: Lena.

On our fourth date, something changed. We were walking through the park, the air cool around us, when Matt reached for my hand. It was such a simple gesture, but it made my heart skip. For the first time, I didn’t second-guess how I looked, how I moved. I just felt… right.

By the fifth date, I knew I was falling for him. He wasn’t just kind and funny—he made me feel safe. He made me feel like Lena, the real Lena, and for the first time, I didn’t want to hide.

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Becoming Intimate

It was after that fifth date, lying on a picnic blanket under the stars, when I realized how far I had come. I wasn’t Liam anymore. I was Lena, fully and completely. And I was ready to take the next step with Matt.

Later that night, back at his apartment, I felt nervous but excited. As we undressed each other slowly, I felt a mix of vulnerability and anticipation. But Matt’s touch was gentle, his gaze full of admiration, not judgment. For the first time, I didn’t feel self-conscious about my body. I wasn’t thinking about the changes, the differences—I was just Lena, with Matt, and it felt right.

We kissed deeply, our tongues sliding together as our hands began to roam over each other's bodies. I could feel my pulse quickening as Matt's hands slid under my shirt, his fingers grazing the soft skin of my waist.

We made our way to his bedroom, clothes being shed along the way. By the time we reached the bed, we were both naked, our bodies flushed with desire.

Matt lowered me onto the mattress and hovered over me, his eyes dark with lust. "You're so beautiful, Lena," he murmured, trailing kisses down my neck and collarbone.

I moaned softly, arching into his touch. "Please, Matt. I need you."

He positioned himself between my thighs and slowly slid his hard length into me. We both gasped at the sensation, me from the slight sting of the initial penetration.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked, stilling his movements to let me adjust.

"Yes," I breathed, marveling at how full I felt. "Please, move."

Matt began to thrust in and out of me, his hips snapping against mine in a steady rhythm. I could feel every inch of him stroking my inner walls with each smooth glide.

It was everything I had hoped for and more. I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us now that we had taken this step. Anything was possible as long as we had each other.

There's Nothing to Hide

You'd See What It's Like

If you had told me a year ago that I would be nine months pregnant, I would have laughed. Back then, I was Jacob, a regular guy with a decent job, a close-knit circle of friends, and a girlfriend, Emily. We had been together for three years, but we were drifting apart, especially when it came to conversations about having kids. I wasn’t ready. She was desperate to start a family. The fights grew louder and more frequent until one night, in her frustration, Emily did something unthinkable.

It was a typical Thursday evening. We were arguing—again—about kids. Emily always believed I couldn’t understand what motherhood meant, the emotional depth of it, the commitment. She said, “If you could just live it, you’d see what it’s like.” I thought she was just venting, but she wasn’t. That night, while I slept, she cast a spell.

The changes began the next morning, subtle at first. My voice softened. My facial hair stopped growing. But it didn’t stop there. Over the next few weeks, my body transformed, bit by bit. I lost muscle mass, my frame slimmed, and then came the unmistakable sign—I developed breasts. It was terrifying and confusing, but no one around me seemed to notice. Reality had shifted. They thought I had always been a woman. I tried to resist it, tried to hold onto the idea of being Jacob, but my reflection was telling a different story. Soon, I looked like a completely different person.

By the end of the second month, I had fully transformed. The spell had given me a new identity. I wasn’t Jacob anymore. I was Sarah.

The strangest part wasn’t just the physical change—it was the mental and emotional shift. My memories felt altered, my feelings deeper. I wasn’t just a woman physically, I *was* a woman, through and through. And just when I thought things couldn’t get more surreal, Emily arranged a date for me.

It was with Jake, my former best friend when I was Jacob. In this new reality, Jake had never known me as Jacob—he knew me only as Sarah, a woman he had admired from afar. The idea of dating him was strange at first. But the spell must have worked deeper than I realized, because when I saw him that night, something clicked. I wasn’t just attracted to him; I felt a warmth, a connection that went beyond friendship.

Jake picked me up that evening, complimenting my dress—a pearl white that hugged my transformed curves. We went to a cozy little restaurant downtown. It felt so normal, so right. We talked, laughed, shared stories from our lives (though mine now felt like they belonged to someone else). He was sweet, charming, everything you’d want in a partner. By the end of the night, he invited me back to his place, and I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

That night, something incredible happened. It wasn’t just the physical intimacy—it was the emotional intensity that followed. Being with Jake felt so natural, and I realized that night that I wanted to be a mother, to experience everything that came with it.

A month later, I found out I was pregnant. The morning sickness, the fatigue, the constant hunger—all signs pointed to the fact that my life was changing yet again. But instead of fear, I felt joy. I placed my hand on my growing belly every day, marveling at the life inside me. By the time I hit five months, my body had fully embraced pregnancy. My belly had expanded, my breasts were swollen with the promise of motherhood, and my emotions were all over the place. 

Jake stood by my side the whole time. He was in awe of how I was handling it all, often rubbing my belly and talking to our unborn daughter. There were moments I wondered how I’d managed to embrace this life so fully, but with every kick, every flutter, I knew I had found something truly special. My transformation had given me a new purpose. I was going to be a mother, and I couldn’t wait.

When I reached the seven-month mark, Jake proposed. We were sitting in the living room, talking about baby names, and he looked at me with such love in his eyes. “Sarah,” he said, “I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?” 

Tears welled up in my eyes as I said yes. We both knew this journey hadn’t been planned, but it had brought us closer than ever. And now, as I stand here, nine months pregnant, feeling our baby girl kick inside me, I know there’s no going back to the way things were. I don’t want to be Jacob again. I’ve found happiness as Sarah—happiness I never knew I could have.

Emily, my ex-girlfriend, moved on. She didn’t expect me to embrace this new life, but when she saw how happy I was, she understood. We don’t talk much anymore, but I think she knows that, in a strange way, her spell worked. It brought me the love and family she always wanted, but it just came to me, not to her.

Now, Jake and I are eagerly waiting for the birth of our daughter. We’ve picked out names, decorated her nursery, and talked about the future. We’re both sure this won’t be our only child. After all, we’re building a life together, and I can’t wait to see where it takes us.

Not Bad

 

Only One Way to Find Out

Samantha stood in front of the large arched windows of her living room, the cool autumn sunlight spilling in, casting a soft glow across the space. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror, a gentle smile tugging at her lips as she rested a hand on the curve of her belly. She was five months pregnant now, and it was undeniable—the bump that had only been a slight rounding just a few weeks ago had grown into something she couldn't ignore.

The cozy cardigan draped over her shoulders and the warmth of the leggings and boots felt comforting against the slight chill in the air. She looked down at her belly, feeling a flutter from within, her heart swelling at the thought of the life growing inside her. It was hard to believe that just five months ago, she had been Sam—a guy who thought he had his life all figured out. But then that bet with Jack had changed everything.

She let out a soft sigh, glancing at the clock—5:30 PM. Jack would be home any minute. The mere thought of him brought an involuntary smile to her lips, a warmth in her chest that hadn’t been there before that fateful night. She shook her head slightly, remembering how innocent it had all seemed in the beginning.

It had started with a stupid bet, one of many between them over the years. They’d always been competitive, ever since their childhood days of racing bikes or playing video games late into the night. When they stumbled across the Medallion of Zulo at that old thrift shop, neither of them had taken the shopkeeper’s bizarre story seriously. The old man had rambled on about how the medallion had mystical powers, claiming it could change a person’s very essence, but it all sounded like a ridiculous fairy tale. Still, Jack had been intrigued, and before long, they were back at his apartment, laughing about it.

And then Jack made the bet. 

"I bet you can’t beat me at this," he’d teased, holding up a deck of cards. "Loser has to use the medallion and become the other’s date for the night."

Sam had laughed, confident as ever. He’d never lost to Jack in a game of cards. But that night, luck was not on his side. Sam had lost, and with that loss came a promise he couldn’t back out of. Standing in Jack’s apartment with the medallion in his hand, he’d felt a momentary hesitation.

"Are you sure this thing even works?" he’d asked, a nervous laugh escaping him.

Jack had shrugged. "Only one way to find out."

And so, with a grin and a deep breath, Sam pressed the cool metal of the medallion to his chest. The effect was instantaneous. A strange warmth had flooded his body, a tingling sensation sweeping through him like an electric current. He could feel his muscles shifting, his frame shrinking, his entire body reshaping itself in ways that defied logic. His broad shoulders narrowed, his waist cinched in, and he watched in stunned disbelief as his chest swelled, soft and round beneath the fabric of his shirt. His hair cascaded down his back in waves, his face softening, becoming something entirely different.

When it was over, Sam was no longer standing there. Samantha was.

Even now, Samantha could remember the stunned silence in the room, the way Jack had looked at her, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

"Holy shit," Jack had whispered, his eyes glued to her. "You’re… really a woman."

Samantha had stared at her reflection in the mirror, running her hands over her new body in disbelief. It had felt surreal, her skin so sensitive, every touch sending shivers down her spine. Her voice had come out softer, smoother when she’d finally spoken. "This… this is insane."

Jack had laughed then, but there was an edge to it—something new in the way he looked at her. "Well, you lost the bet," he’d said with a grin that was half-nervous, half-excited. "So I guess I owe you that date."

The night that followed had been unlike anything Samantha could have anticipated. At first, she had been awkward in her new body, struggling with the heels Jack had insisted she wear and feeling completely out of place in the tight dress. But as the evening went on, something began to shift. The medallion’s magic didn’t just change her physically—it had stirred something deep inside her, something she couldn’t quite explain. The way Jack’s eyes lingered on her, the way his hand brushed against hers—it all felt so different now, more charged, more intimate.

As they sat across from each other at dinner, laughing over old memories, Samantha had found herself looking at Jack in a way she never had before. There was a warmth in his gaze, a softness that hadn’t been there when they were just best friends. And then there was the tension, a crackling energy that seemed to hum between them, building as the night went on.

"You look… amazing," Jack had admitted at one point, his voice low, almost hesitant.

Samantha had felt her cheeks flush at the compliment, her heart skipping a beat. "Thanks," she had murmured, her voice betraying a nervous excitement. "You don’t look too bad yourself."

By the time they had returned to Jack’s apartment, that tension had grown into something almost palpable. Samantha had tried to brush it off, to act normal, but the desire swirling inside her was undeniable. The medallion’s influence was strong, making her hyper-aware of Jack in a way that left her breathless.

She could still remember the moment it all came to a head. Standing in Jack’s living room, the weight of her desire had become too much to ignore. Before she knew what she was doing, she had grabbed Jack by the shirt, pulling him toward her, her heart racing. "Jack…"

His eyes had widened, surprise flickering across his face. "Samantha… what are you—"

"I don’t know," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I just… I need this. I need you."

For a split second, Jack had hesitated, but then he had kissed her—hard, urgent, like he’d been waiting for this moment just as much as she had. Everything after that had been a blur of passion and intensity. Samantha had never felt anything like it before—the sensation of Jack’s hands on her skin, the way her new body responded to his touch, the overwhelming pleasure of being on the receiving end of their desire. It had been intoxicating, exhilarating, and when it was over, they had both lain there, breathless, tangled in the sheets, forever changed.

Now, five months later, the result of that night—their night of passion—was growing inside her.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway snapped her back to the present. Jack was home. A few moments later, the front door creaked open, and she heard his familiar voice calling out. "Sam, I’m home!"

"In here!" she called back, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

Jack appeared in the doorway, tired but smiling, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw her. As always, his gaze drifted immediately to her belly, and his smile widened. He crossed the room in a few quick strides and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before resting his hand on her growing bump.

"How are my two favorite people?" he asked gently, his voice warm and full of affection.

Samantha leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek. "We’re good," she replied softly, resting her hand over his. "Missed you today."

Jack knelt down, his hand still resting on her belly as he kissed it, his eyes soft with love. "Hey, little one," he murmured, his voice low and tender. "Daddy’s home."

Samantha watched him, her heart swelling with emotion. In that moment, everything felt right. She never could have predicted this—being transformed into a woman, falling for her best friend, and now expecting their child. It was a journey she hadn’t anticipated, but as she stood there, Jack’s arms around her, their baby growing inside her, she realized she wouldn’t change a thing.

"Jack," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at her, his eyes full of warmth. "Yeah?"

She smiled, a slow, tender smile that spoke of everything she felt. "I love you."

Jack’s face softened even more, his expression one of pure adoration. "I love you too, Samantha." He stood, pulling her close again, pressing another gentle kiss to her lips. "And I can’t wait to meet our little one."

Neither could she.

What Happened to Me?

Swap Class

Best Birthday Gift Ever

A Perfect Date

 I still can’t believe this is my life. Seven months pregnant, waddling around in a maternity dress, and about to walk into my high school reunion with my boyfriend—who, by the way, used to be my best friend when I was a guy. It’s insane to even think about, but here I am. Pregnant, in love, and on the verge of facing people who knew me *before* everything changed.

If someone had told me this would happen, I would’ve laughed—maybe cried, depending on the day. Just over seven months ago, I was living a completely different life. And not just because I didn’t have a baby on the way. No, back then, I wasn’t even a woman.

It started as a joke, really. I was dreading this stupid reunion, tired of feeling like the same awkward guy I was in high school. So when I stumbled upon that weird old spell book at a thrift store, I thought, why not? I made a wish—something silly about wanting a perfect date to bring with me, someone gorgeous who would turn heads. I figured, at best, I’d end up with a good date. At worst, nothing would happen.

I never expected the universe to take it so literally.

The next morning, I woke up in a body that wasn’t mine. Curves where there had never been curves, long hair instead of the short, scruffy mess I used to have. And when I looked in the mirror, I saw someone else staring back. A woman. I freaked out, naturally. Wouldn’t you? But I didn’t have long to process it before Ryan—my best friend, my *old* best friend—showed up.

I thought for sure he’d recognize me, that he’d look into my eyes and just *know* it was me. But he didn’t. He introduced himself like we were strangers. He saw me, or rather *her,* and not a single flicker of recognition passed over his face. That’s when it hit me: I was someone completely new to him.

What happened next, though? I never saw that coming. He asked me out. That same day. And I... said yes. I don’t even know why. Maybe it was the shock of the whole situation, maybe I was just curious. Or maybe there was something about being seen as this new person, this woman, that made me want to experience everything I could. And what I experienced that night changed everything.

When we got back to my apartment, there was this undeniable pull, this *need* I’d never felt before. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every part of me was on fire with this strange, new desire. The way he looked at me, the way his hands brushed against my skin—it was intoxicating. I’d never felt so alive, so completely consumed by the moment.

I remember standing in my living room, heart racing, trying to figure out how we even got here. But when Ryan kissed me, that was it. All the confusion, the questions, everything melted away. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. It wasn’t just about the physical changes—it was the way my body responded to him, the heat, the intensity of it all. I could feel every inch of him, every touch igniting something deep inside me. And God, it was *good*.

We didn’t even make it to the bedroom right away. It was wild, almost desperate, like we couldn’t get enough of each other. His hands roamed over my body, exploring curves I was still getting used to myself, and with every touch, I felt more alive than I ever had before. My skin was buzzing, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as he pressed me against the wall, his lips tracing a path down my neck. I’d never felt pleasure like that. Not as a man, not even close.

I gave in completely, letting myself get lost in the sensations. His hands, his mouth—everything about the way he touched me made me feel *so* alive. There was a rush of emotions I couldn’t even begin to explain. Part of me wanted to stop, to question what the hell I was doing, but a much bigger part of me, the one craving him, wouldn’t let me. I wasn’t just enjoying it—I was *thriving* in it, every touch, every kiss making me realize that I didn’t want this to end.

As I felt him inside me, moving in ways I’d never experienced, the pleasure was overwhelming. My body responded in ways I’d never imagined, and I found myself thinking—right in the middle of it all—that maybe this wasn’t so bad. In fact, I thought to myself, *I wouldn’t mind staying like this.* I couldn’t believe I was thinking it, but I meant it. After what I was feeling, the way my body came alive in his arms, I realized that being a woman wasn’t the curse I’d thought it was. It was intense, powerful, *beautiful* in a way I’d never understood before. And I didn’t want it to stop.

When it was over, and we were lying there tangled together, I knew I’d crossed a line I could never uncross. The next morning, reality hit, and so did the consequences. Three weeks later, I missed my period. That’s when I knew for sure—something else had changed that night. I was pregnant. Ryan didn’t know the truth about who I used to be, and now I wasn’t just a woman—I was carrying his baby.

“You look amazing,” Ryan says, coming up behind me, resting his hands on my hips, pulling me back to the present. His voice is gentle, the same way it always is when I’m feeling unsure. I can see his reflection in the mirror, that easy smile, and suddenly I feel a little better. He has no idea that just seven months ago, I wasn’t even female. He doesn’t care. He’s proud to walk into that reunion with me, pregnant belly and all.

“Are you sure?” I ask, biting my lip. “I feel like I’m just... too much right now.”

Ryan shakes his head, turning me around to face him. He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead, his hand resting on my belly. “You’re not too much. You’re perfect. And we’re going to walk in there, and everyone’s going to be jealous of how amazing you look. Trust me.”

I laugh softly, but there’s a knot in my stomach that isn’t entirely from the baby. High school feels like a lifetime ago, but those memories of who I used to be are still there, heavy. Will anyone recognize me? Will they even believe it’s me if I told them?

I take a deep breath, glancing at the door. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

Ryan grins and grabs my hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Let’s go show them how good life turned out for you.”

The drive to the venue is a blur of small talk and music on low. My mind keeps wandering to what it’ll be like, walking into that room full of faces from the past. I wonder if any of them would recognize me—probably not. How could they? I’m a different person now, in more ways than one.

But with Ryan beside me, steady as ever, and this little life growing inside me, I feel like maybe, just maybe, I’m okay with all of it. Whatever’s on the other side of those doors, I’ll handle it. We’ll handle it. Together.

We walk in together, and just like that, the past and present collide in the most surreal way possible.

Here's Your Girl

Michael stood in front of the mirror, phone in hand, heart pounding. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen of the swap-app that was about to change everything. Losing a bet to Liam had seemed harmless at first, but now the stakes felt much higher. The deal was simple: Michael had to spend an entire evening as a woman, no backing out.

He took a deep breath and finally pressed the button, initiating the transformation. The moment his finger touched the screen, a tingling sensation spread through his entire body. He gasped as his reflection began to shift. His broad shoulders narrowed, his frame shrinking down, his muscles softening and becoming leaner. His chest felt tight for a moment before it swelled outward, forming soft, rounded breasts that strained against his shirt.

The change continued, his waist cinching inward while his hips flared out, giving him a perfect hourglass figure. His hands trembled as he touched his smooth, newly feminine skin, noticing how delicate and soft it felt. His hair cascaded down his back in glossy waves, and his face reshaped itself into soft, elegant features, with full lips and high cheekbones. Michael, now Michaela, stared in shock at the unfamiliar yet undeniably beautiful woman reflected back at her.

She could feel the weight of her new breasts pulling slightly on her chest, the sway of her hips when she shifted her stance. The center of gravity was all wrong, and the sensation of the tight dress hugging every curve was... distracting, to say the least. She picked up her phone, snapping a quick selfie and sending it to Liam with the message: **“As promised, here’s your girl.”**

Liam’s reply came almost immediately. **“OMG, you’re actually doing it. You look incredible! I would never have recognized you!”** Michaela smiled, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the compliment. It was strange, but she couldn’t deny how exciting this was. **“Heading over in 20 minutes,”** she typed back, grabbing her purse and slipping on a pair of heels — which were, unsurprisingly, even harder to walk in than she had anticipated.

---

When Michaela arrived at Liam’s apartment, he opened the door with a wide grin. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. **“Holy shit, Michaela. You really went all out.”**  

She smirked, shifting her weight in her heels, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of her new curves. **“Well, we agreed no half-measures, right? How do I look?”**  

Liam gave her an appreciative once-over, clearly impressed. **“You look... amazing. I mean, really. I would have never guessed it was you.”**  

Michaela’s smile widened. **“Glad to know I pulled it off.”**

As they settled into the evening, the strange yet exhilarating feeling of her transformation only grew. They grabbed dinner at a fancy restaurant, and Michaela found herself naturally falling into more feminine behaviors without even thinking about it — the way she played with her hair, the soft laugh she let out when Liam cracked a joke, the gentle brush of her hand against his arm. Everything just felt... right.

**“You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”** Liam teased as they sat across from each other at the candle-lit table.  

Michaela blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. **“I guess the app really does work. It’s like, I don’t even have to try. It just... happens.”**

As the night wore on, Michaela couldn’t help but notice the chemistry between them. There was a warmth in Liam’s eyes, something different from how he usually looked at her — or rather, at him. And Michaela felt it too. Her heart fluttered every time their hands brushed, every time Liam complimented her, and especially when his eyes lingered just a little too long on her lips or her legs.

After dinner, they returned to Michaela’s apartment. She invited Liam inside, her heart pounding in her chest as the unspoken tension between them reached a peak. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Liam hesitated, glancing over at her. **“You know, you can change back now if you want. You don’t have to stay like this any longer.”**

Michaela took a step closer, her heels clicking softly on the floor. **“And what if I don’t want to? What if... I kind of like it?”**  

Liam’s breath hitched slightly, and before he could respond, Michaela closed the distance between them. Her lips brushed against his in a soft, tentative kiss. Liam froze for a second before kissing her back, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as Michaela pressed her body against his. She could feel the heat rising between them, the pounding of her heart in her chest. Everything felt so intense, every sensation magnified. Liam’s hands slid down her back, pulling her even closer, and she felt a surge of desire she hadn’t expected — a hunger that felt new, different, overwhelming.

**“Are you sure?”** Liam whispered between kisses, his breath hot against her skin.  

Michaela nodded, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered back, **“Yes. I want this.”**

They moved to the bedroom, their clothes falling to the floor as the passion between them flared. Michaela’s senses were on fire. Every touch, every kiss sent shivers through her body. The feel of Liam’s hands on her skin, the weight of his body pressing against hers, the heat between them — it was all consuming.

As they made love, Michaela was struck by how different everything felt. The sensations were deeper, more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. She wasn’t just having sex — she was feeling every inch of her body in ways she never had as a man. Her moans filled the room as pleasure surged through her, waves of ecstasy crashing over her again and again.

Afterward, they lay together in the dark, their bodies entwined. Michaela felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over her as she rested her head on Liam’s chest. For the first time, she didn’t feel like she was pretending or playing a role. She felt... real.

---

Morning came too soon. Michaela woke to find Liam still asleep beside her, a soft smile playing on her lips as she slipped out of bed. She grabbed her phone, intending to change back, but when she opened the swap-app, a notification flashed across the screen:

**“Unable to complete request. Pregnancy detected.”**

Her heart skipped a beat. Slowly, she placed her hand over her stomach, her mind racing as the weight of the situation settled in. Last night... had changed everything.

Eight Months Later

Michaela lay back against the pillows, her hands gently cradling her swollen belly as she felt her baby girl kicking inside. It was a strange sensation — both familiar and foreign. She had grown used to these movements over the past few months, but they never ceased to amaze her. Just eight months ago, she was Michael, a man with no thoughts of motherhood or pregnancy. But now, the rhythmic shifting inside her was a constant reminder of how drastically her life had changed.

Her body had transformed in ways she could never have imagined. In the beginning, after she lost that fateful bet to Liam and used the swap-app to become a woman for the night, she had admired her new reflection in the mirror — the softer curves, the delicate lines of her face, the feminine figure that made her look and feel like someone entirely different. But she never anticipated that her body would undergo an even more drastic transformation when she became pregnant.

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The first few weeks had been a whirlwind of shock and adjustment. When the app informed her that she was pregnant, her initial reaction was panic. She could hardly believe it. She had only been a woman for a single night — and already, that night had left her with more than just a memory. Her breasts, once perky and unfamiliar, became more sensitive, fuller as the pregnancy hormones began to work their magic. Her hips, already curvy from the transformation, widened even further to accommodate the growing life inside her. And her belly — flat and toned after the swap — had gradually rounded out until now, it stood firm and heavy, a constant reminder of the baby girl she carried.

The changes came slowly at first. During the first trimester, she still felt somewhat like herself — or rather, like her newly transformed self. Her body was still adjusting, and the only real signs of pregnancy were the tenderness in her breasts and the slight bloat that made her jeans tighter. But by the second trimester, there was no hiding it anymore. Her belly grew rounder by the day, and she found herself marveling at the way it changed her silhouette. She could no longer slip into the clothes she had worn right after the transformation. Dresses that had once clung to her figure now stretched taut over her bump, and maternity clothes became her new normal.

As her pregnancy progressed, Michaela’s connection to her body deepened. She watched in awe as her belly continued to expand, feeling the life inside her growing stronger with each passing week. By the time she reached the third trimester, she could feel every kick, every roll of her baby girl moving beneath her skin. Her body was no longer her own, and yet, she had never felt more at peace with it. The changes that once seemed so overwhelming were now a part of her daily life. Her hips swayed more naturally as she walked, her breasts — now much larger and fuller — reminded her of the nourishing role she would soon take on as a mother, and her baby bump had become the centerpiece of her new identity.

---

One evening, about a month ago, as she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, Michaela had paused to really look at herself. Her reflection was completely different from the one she had seen eight months ago when she was still Michael. Her belly was large and round, her breasts full and heavy, her face softer, with a gentle glow that many pregnant women seemed to have. She no longer saw Michael when she looked in the mirror. She saw Michaela — a woman, a mother-to-be, and someone who had embraced this new life far more than she ever expected to.

That night, she made a decision. She reached for her phone, opened the swap-app, and without hesitation, deleted it. There would be no going back. Even if the app could transform her back into Michael, she no longer wanted to. Michaela had grown to love who she had become — not just physically, but emotionally. She had accepted her new identity, not just as a woman, but as a mother, and the thought of returning to her old life seemed foreign, even wrong. Her life had taken a turn she never could have predicted, but she realized she didn’t want to undo it. She didn’t want to go back.

---

Now, eight months pregnant, Michaela was filled with a deep sense of contentment. The physical changes had been challenging at times — the back pain, the fatigue, the constant need to use the bathroom — but they were all worth it. Her baby bump had grown so large that bending down was almost impossible, and sleeping through the night without waking up to adjust her position or soothe her aching back was a rare luxury. But these were the sacrifices she willingly made. Each morning when she woke up and placed her hands on her belly, feeling the warmth and life inside her, she knew she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Liam had been there for her every step of the way. He had been surprised at first, like her, when she told him she was pregnant. But after the initial shock wore off, he had embraced the situation with an openness and kindness that Michaela hadn’t expected. He attended every prenatal appointment with her, took care of her when the pregnancy symptoms became too much to handle, and even started talking excitedly about baby names and decorating the nursery. 

Though their relationship had started with a bet, and Michaela had only intended to spend one night as a woman, the pregnancy had brought them closer. Liam had become more than just her best friend. He had become her partner in this new chapter of her life, and as the months passed, they grew more and more into the roles of expectant parents — and of something more. They weren’t just friends anymore. They were something deeper, something stronger. And though they hadn’t labeled themselves as a couple officially, it was clear to Michaela that their bond had evolved into love.

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As she sat in her bedroom, her hands resting on her round belly, Michaela smiled at the thought of their future. In just a few short weeks, she would give birth to their daughter — Lily, the name they had both agreed on. It felt right, just like so much of her life now. She was ready for this next step, ready to become a mother and to continue her life as Michaela, not as Michael. The baby moved again, a strong kick that made Michaela laugh softly. She was going to miss this feeling — the sensation of life growing inside her — but she couldn’t wait to meet her baby girl face-to-face.

Liam came into the room, bringing with him the smell of dinner. **“How are my girls doing?”** he asked, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead, his hand immediately going to her belly.  

Michaela grinned, feeling warmth spread through her at his touch. **“We’re good. She’s been really active today. I think she’s ready to come out soon.”**  

Liam chuckled and gave her belly a soft rub. **“Not too soon, I hope. I’m still putting the finishing touches on the nursery.”**  

Michaela leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as they sat together on the bed. She had found peace in this new life, and she knew, without a doubt, that she didn’t want things to be any other way. As a woman, as a mother, as a loving partner to Liam, she had found her place. Her life had taken an unexpected turn, but she was ready for whatever came next.

With Liam by her side and their daughter on the way, Michaela was ready for the future — a future she had never anticipated, but one she now embraced with her whole heart.

Rivals

 As we made our way down the street, her heels clicking softly on the pavement, I couldn’t help but admire her. Nine months pregnant, and she still moved with such grace, despite the weight of the life growing inside her. Her round belly was accentuated by the blue dress she wore, the fabric gently hugging her form, making it impossible to miss that she was about to bring our child into the world. She smiled at me, that same sweet smile she always gave, her hand resting protectively on her bump.

In this reality, we had been together for years—high school sweethearts. We’d met as freshmen, started out as friends, and over time, our bond deepened. Everyone who knew us believed we were destined to be together. But the truth, the real truth, was something she didn’t know, something *no one* knew. The girl walking beside me now, glowing with pregnancy, wasn’t always my girlfriend. Nine months ago, she was Jake—my biggest rival from college.

Back then, Jake lived to outdo me, to prove he was better at everything. But when I found that spell book, everything changed. It was supposed to be a prank, a little taste of revenge for all the times he’d beaten me. But when I cast the spell and transformed Jake into the woman beside me now, I realized I didn’t want to undo it. She had become my dream girl—sweet, kind, and perfect in every way. And I wasn’t ready to let her go. 

In this reality, we had always been in love, always the golden couple that everyone looked up to. We had talked about having kids since high school, joked about how many little ones we’d have running around someday. And now, in this version of our life, those dreams had come true. Nine months ago, when I decided to make sure the change was permanent, I had made love to her without any barriers, knowing full well what would happen. The spell had worked too perfectly. When I came inside her that night, I *knew* she would get pregnant, that this life I’d created for us would become unchangeable, bound by the child she now carried.

The pregnancy itself had been smooth. The first trimester had its typical morning sickness, but she handled it like the strong woman she was, always smiling through the discomfort. By the second trimester, her belly had begun to grow, and I remember watching her in awe as she blossomed into motherhood. She would spend hours rubbing her bump, talking to the baby as if they were already best friends. We would lie in bed together, my hand resting on her belly, feeling the soft flutter of kicks beneath my palm. Her joy was contagious, and even though I knew the darker truth behind it all, I couldn’t help but get lost in her happiness.

Now, as we walked to my parents' house for dinner, her belly was at its fullest, heavy with the weight of our child. The baby was due any day now, and she often joked about how she couldn’t wait to “finally meet this little kicker.” She had spent weeks preparing the nursery, buying tiny clothes, and talking about the future with that bright, hopeful smile that made me both proud and uneasy. To her, this baby was the natural next step in our life together. She had no idea that her entire life—our entire relationship—had been rewritten by my own hand.

I reached for her hand, intertwining our fingers as we neared the gate. She looked over at me, her eyes soft, filled with the kind of love that made me feel both comforted and guilty. In this reality, we had been through everything together—high school, college, life’s ups and downs. But only I knew the truth. Only I remembered the rival who had once stood where this beautiful, expectant mother now did.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice gentle as she gave my hand a squeeze. She had noticed my quietness. She always noticed.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling back at her. “I’m just thinking about how amazing you are. How close we are to meeting our little one.”

She beamed at that, her hand moving to her belly, rubbing it softly. “I can’t wait,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “Can you believe we’re almost there? After all these years, we’re finally having our baby.”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I had orchestrated this entire reality—made her my girlfriend, my partner, and now, the mother of my child. The spell had woven itself so deeply into her life, into our lives, that not even she could question it. She didn’t remember ever being Jake. To her, this was real, as real as the baby growing inside her.

“We really are,” I said quietly, placing my hand on her belly, feeling the baby move beneath my touch. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

We stood there for a moment, just the two of us, wrapped in the quiet anticipation of what was to come. Her pregnancy had been a journey we’d shared together, but it was also the final thread that bound this reality into place. She was mine now, forever, and soon, the child she carried would seal that bond in ways even magic couldn’t undo.

As we stepped through the gate and toward my parents' house, I smiled at her again, knowing that this life—*our* life—was here to stay.

Prank Gone too Far

 The cool breeze fluttered through my hair as I stood against the wall, resting my hand on my belly. Six months along, and I still wasn’t used to the feeling—this life growing inside me, the little nudges that made it all so real. I looked down at the striped dress I’d slipped on this morning. It was one of the only things that still fit me, stretching over the bump that seemed to get bigger every day. I adjusted my denim jacket, more for comfort than warmth, and looked over at Jacob, who was waiting just ahead, his eyes soft and full of warmth.

I still couldn’t believe how everything had changed. Six months ago, I was standing in front of a mirror, staring at a reflection I didn’t recognize—and that was just the beginning.

My name was Aaron back then. I was Jacob’s best friend. We’d known each other for years, shared everything. And then, one impulsive decision changed all of that. I found this device online, a strange little gadget that promised transformations. It sounded ridiculous, but the reviews made me curious, so I bought it as a joke. The idea? To prank Jacob at one of his family’s big parties. He’d been single for ages, and I thought it would be hilarious to turn myself into his dream girl for the night. I knew his type—tall, dark hair, curvy, confident. I figured I’d charm him, get a good laugh out of it, and then reveal the truth. Classic best-friend prank, right?

Except, when I keyed in the details, something happened. The moment I hit "confirm" on the device, my body started to tingle. It was like a soft vibration, spreading from my fingers to my toes. At first, I thought it wasn’t working, but then I watched in disbelief as my hands became slimmer, my arms more delicate. I felt my chest tightening, then expanding as breasts formed, and my waist cinched in. I could feel my hips widening, my legs growing longer. My skin softened, my voice lifted—everything about me was changing, reshaping itself to match the perfect version of the girl I’d described.

When it was over, I was left standing in front of the mirror, barely recognizing myself. The face staring back at me wasn’t Aaron. It was *her*—the woman Jacob always talked about, the one he could never seem to find. It was uncanny, almost like stepping into someone else’s skin. The prank had gone so far beyond what I expected, but in my head, it was still just a joke. I was going to show up, flirt with him a little, then reveal it was me all along. We’d laugh, I’d switch back, and that would be the end of it.

But when I walked into that party, everything changed.

I’ll never forget the way Jacob looked at me that night. His eyes lit up in a way I’d never seen before, not even when we were goofing around or having drinks together as friends. It was like I was a completely new person to him—someone he was drawn to, someone he wanted. The plan to reveal myself got lost somewhere between his smile and the way his hand brushed against mine. I felt something shift between us that night, something I hadn’t expected to feel.

The laughter, the conversation, the easy way we fell into each other’s company—it all felt so natural, so… right. And before I knew it, the night had blurred into something more. One moment we were talking, laughing at some joke his cousin had made, and the next we were alone, tucked away in one of the quieter rooms, the air between us thick with tension. 

“I don’t know what it is,” Jacob had said, his voice soft, almost hesitant, as if he didn’t know how to express what he was feeling. “But I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. It was surreal—*he had known me forever*. But he didn’t know *this* version of me. I was standing there, feeling more like a stranger to myself than I ever had, and yet… I wanted him. I didn’t stop him when he leaned in, when his lips brushed mine. I didn’t pull away when his hands traced over my waist, pulling me closer. Everything felt right in a way I couldn’t explain.

One kiss led to another, and before I knew it, we were in his bed. Every touch, every whispered word between us felt electric. It was like the years of friendship had melted away, and all that was left was this burning connection. When we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, I thought to myself, *I’ll tell him in the morning. I’ll fix this.*

But morning came, and the words never did.

A few days later, when I finally tried to transform back, the device refused to work. I remember standing there, pressing the button over and over, feeling a knot form in my stomach. Then, a message appeared: **"Transformation cannot be performed. Unborn entity detected."**

That’s when the full weight of what had happened hit me. I was pregnant. From that night with Jacob. And because of it, I couldn’t go back.

Now, here we were, six months later, on our way to his parents’ house to tell them that Jacob was going to be a dad. My heart pounded in my chest as we approached the door. What would they think? I hadn’t even figured out how to tell Jacob the *real* truth about me, let alone how to navigate this whole pregnancy.

“Are you ready?” Jacob asked, turning to me with that same smile that always made my heart skip a beat.

I forced a smile back, my hand instinctively rubbing my belly. “Yeah… let’s do this.”

We reached the door, and Jacob squeezed my hand, giving me a reassuring look. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside me. Today wasn’t just about telling his parents—it was another step into this life I hadn’t planned for, this new identity I was still figuring out. And somehow, despite all the twists and turns, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.