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.
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