James' Girlfriend

 

The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the floral straps of my dress. The fabric, pink and covered in roses, hugged my body in ways that still felt strange to me. I traced the curve of my waist, feeling the unfamiliar softness of my skin. The woman staring back at me—her gentle curves, long hair, and delicate features—looked like someone I should know, but deep down, she still felt like a stranger.

Because, just a week ago, I was someone else. I wasn’t this woman. I wasn’t James’ girlfriend. I wasn’t standing here in a flowing dress, preparing for another evening of laughter, love, and intimacy with the man I once called my best friend.

I had been Chris. A guy. James’ best friend since college. And then, everything changed.

It had all started a week before this holiday. James had been heartbroken—his girlfriend had left him just before he was supposed to go on this family trip, and he was devastated. We were sitting at his apartment one night, beers in hand, and he was pouring out his frustrations. He said something that, in hindsight, sounded like nothing more than idle wishing.

“I just wish I had someone like you,” he had said, his voice bitter with disappointment. “Someone who understands me, who won’t leave. Someone perfect for me.”

I had laughed it off, never imagining that those words would change our lives. But they did. The next morning, everything was different.

I wasn’t Chris anymore. When I woke up, my body had changed. I was a woman. Not just any woman, though. I was his woman. The perfect girlfriend he had wished for. And it wasn’t just my body that had transformed—reality itself had rewritten itself around us. To James, and to everyone else, I had always been his girlfriend. We hadn’t met as two guys in college anymore. We had met as a couple, fallen in love, and I had always been this woman—his perfect partner.

At first, the change terrified me. The shock of waking up in a new body, the weight of this new life, was overwhelming. I had gone from being his best friend to being the love of his life. But the strange thing was, the more time passed, the more natural it started to feel. As much as I tried to cling to my old identity, something inside me was shifting. This body, this life, felt more and more real with every passing day.

I sighed, turning away from the mirror. The dress was beautiful, I couldn’t deny that. It clung to my body in ways that made me feel... different. I couldn’t shake the growing feeling that I was starting to accept this. That the woman in the mirror wasn’t a stranger anymore.

The days of sun-drenched beaches and warm ocean breezes were behind us now. We’d returned from our holiday, and the usual routine had begun to sink back in—only, nothing felt "usual" anymore. Not for me. 

It had been over a week since everything changed, since I stopped being Chris and became this woman. James had no idea of the transformation that had happened to me, that just days before the trip, I had been his best friend—his male best friend. In his mind, in everyone’s mind, I had always been her—the woman he had wished for when he was heartbroken. Reality itself had shifted to make me his perfect girlfriend, and the world accepted it without question.

At first, I resisted. Every moment in my new body felt like I was living someone else’s life, inhabiting a role that wasn’t mine. But on that holiday, something inside me started to change. Slowly, my resistance gave way to acceptance, and with that acceptance came something even deeper—feelings for James. Feelings I had never imagined having. By the time we had left the island, I wasn’t just pretending to be his girlfriend. I was falling for him. 

And the night we made love, everything clicked. It wasn’t awkward or strange. It felt natural, like this was who I was meant to be. In those moments, all of my doubts melted away. I wasn’t Chris anymore. I wasn’t the person who had been his best friend for years. I was her now—his girlfriend, his lover. The woman he had always seen me as. And when I woke up the next morning wrapped in his arms, I knew deep down that I wasn’t going back. This was who I was meant to be.

But that was only the beginning of the transformation.

A few days after we got back from the holiday, I started feeling off. At first, I thought it was just the exhaustion of returning to normal life. I felt nauseous, tired, and strangely emotional. My body was still new to me, and I figured it was just me adjusting to my new reality. But when the symptoms didn’t go away, a tiny seed of suspicion planted itself in my mind.

Could it be?

I went out and bought a pregnancy test, my heart pounding the entire time. Standing in the bathroom, I stared at the little plastic stick in my hand, willing myself to breathe. The minutes felt like hours as I waited for the result. When the plus sign appeared, my world spun.

I was pregnant.

I sank onto the edge of the bathtub, my mind racing. I placed a trembling hand on my stomach, trying to process the news. Less than two weeks ago, I had been a man. I had been *Chris*, living a life completely disconnected from this reality. And now? Now I was carrying James’ child. 

It felt impossible, surreal, and yet here it was—undeniable proof of the life growing inside me. My emotions surged—fear, confusion, disbelief. But amidst the chaos in my mind, something unexpected rose to the surface: peace. 

As I sat there, staring at my reflection in the mirror, I felt an overwhelming sense of calm. This wasn’t just a transformation of my body, this wasn’t some temporary change I could undo. I had become the woman James needed, the woman he had wished for. And now, I was going to be the mother of his child. 

Suddenly, it all made sense. The deeper feelings I had developed for him on the holiday, the way my body had started to feel like mine, the night we shared together. It had all been leading to this. I wasn’t supposed to be Chris anymore. I was *meant* to be her—James’ partner, the mother of his future. And now, that future was growing inside me.

A strange sense of gratitude washed over me as I stood up, placing my hand on my stomach again. I wasn’t scared anymore. In fact, I felt... relieved. If I had any doubts left about staying this way, about being the woman James had wished for, they were gone now. This was my life, and I was going to embrace it fully.

Later that evening, I found James sitting on the couch, his face relaxed as he scrolled through his phone. I walked over, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement buzzing in my chest. This wasn’t just news about *me*—this was *our* future.

“Hey,” I said, sitting beside him, my hand instinctively going to my stomach.

He looked over at me, his smile warm and familiar. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked, sensing something in my tone.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what I was about to say. “James, I have something to tell you.”

His brow furrowed slightly as he put his phone down, giving me his full attention. “What is it?”

I reached for his hand, guiding it gently to my stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. His eyes widened, his mouth parting in shock. He looked down at where his hand rested against me, then back up at me, his expression a mixture of disbelief and pure joy.

“Are you serious?” he whispered, his voice catching with emotion.

I nodded, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. “Yeah, I am.”

A huge smile spread across his face, and he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly as if he never wanted to let go. “We’re having a baby,” he murmured, his voice full of wonder.

“We are,” I whispered back, my heart swelling with happiness as I wrapped my arms around him.

In that moment, any lingering doubts I had about my transformation vanished completely. I wasn’t just pretending to be his girlfriend anymore. I was *her*, the woman he had always seen me as, the woman carrying his child. I was going to be a mother. 

As we sat together, holding each other, I felt a deep sense of peace settle over me. This was my life now, and it was one I was fully ready to embrace. The road ahead might be uncertain, but I knew I wasn’t facing it alone. We were in this together, and whatever the future held, I was thankful for the strange twist of fate that had brought me here.

I placed my hand over James’ on my stomach, feeling a surge of hope for what was to come. I wasn’t Chris anymore, and I never would be again. I was exactly where I was supposed to be, and for the first time, I felt truly at ease with that.