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.
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