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.