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.