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John forced a smile as Robert walked into the room. “Don’t mind if I do not get up”, John said as he rubbed his tight belly.
Robert laughed as he came over and kissed John on the forehead. “ Have a rough day sweetheart?”
John held the smile. “Oh, you know just the usual. My back hurts, none of my clothes are fitting, and your mom calls every few hours to check how I am feeling.” John did not share the half hour it took him to figure out how to put on a bra, the still uncomfortableness of how everything seemed to sway and jiggle, the long hair that was always down in his face, and the waddle that was a constant reminder that he was no longer a man. Not only not a man, but not Robert’s friend, but somehow he was in Robert’s wife Stephanie’s body. Which Robert did not know. He believed the woman he was sliding down next to was his wife.

Three months ago, John and a few friends had been celebrating the New Year. A small group including Robert and Stephanie had come over to play games, eat good food, and ring in the new year. As midnight drew closer, the group began to talk about the new year. Their hopes and dreams. Robert was excited for his and Stephanie’s new daughter to be born. John wished that he could begin a new adventure. Everyone shared something, except Stephanie. Who was strangely quiet.

It was the next morning that John would slowly awaken to discover that he was in a body not his own. Specifically, he had woken up as Stephanie. And no matter how hard he would try to say something to Robert, an unnatural force would stop him. He would say something else that he was not thinking. “I am John!” would instead come out of his mouth as “Hey babe!” or “I love you hun!”. Worse, when he went looking for his old body, it was gone. His old body had left town without warning. And so here was John, trapped in Stephanie’s body…no her life!

And so John began to slowly learn how to be Stephanie. He would blame the pregnancy brain on things that he could not remember or did not know. There was certainly a learning curve to it all. The first week consisted of sweatpants and t-shirts. John made it a single day without a bra but found that not wearing one was worse than wearing one. The way that they made his upper back hurt. His nipples constantly rubbed against his shirt, causing them to become erect and sensitive. Slowly he would wear jeans and a cute tank top. Makeup was a no.

For the first month at least.

After the first month, he noticed how unhappy his friend Robert was. Robert would ask if John wanted to go out for a date, or dinner, or anything. And over and over John would say no. Every time he would watch Robert die a little. So six weeks in John decided that he would help his friend out. So as a surprise, John dressed up.

And not just a little, John went all out. Dress, makeup, haircut. He even put on some lingerie he knew would drive Robert nuts if he saw it. What John was surprised to find was how sexy it all made him feel. The way the dress hugged his curves. The way Robert couldn’t keep his eyes off him. The secret John had of the sexy piece under the dress.
John had meant for it to just be dinner. John could handle that, this was his friend. They used to have dinner all the time. But, John was not ready for how good Robert could make him feel. How he liked how John felt from behind. On his shoulders, down the front of his dress. He had not planned to go all the way that night, but John could not stop himself when he and Robert started.

Now John was in it. Three months in he was playing the role of wife and mother more and more. Some days it was fine, he was happy. But on other days like today, he could only remember his old life as John. He was sensitive to the growing pregnancy. The feminine form. How his breasts would sway. His voice sounded… All of it would feel wrong. Like he was wearing someone else’s clothes.

It was days like this that he would do what he could to forget. To fall back into the role of Stephanie again.

John turned to Robert sitting next to him. He slid his hand up to the shoulder of the dress that he wore and slid it down. His right breast popped out, looking Robert right in the face. John reached up and began to massage it. “ I have had a long day, you want to help a girl out?”

Robert was more than happy to oblige.

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John forced a smile as Robert walked into the room. “Don’t mind if I do not get up”, John said as he rubbed his tight belly.
Robert laughed as he came over and kissed John on the forehead. “ Have a rough day sweetheart?”
John held the smile. “Oh, you know just the usual. My back hurts, none of my clothes are fitting, and your mom calls every few hours to check how I am feeling.” John did not share the half hour it took him to figure out how to put on a bra, the still uncomfortableness of how everything seemed to sway and jiggle, the long hair that was always down in his face, and the waddle that was a constant reminder that he was no longer a man. Not only not a man, but not Robert’s friend, but somehow he was in Robert’s wife Stephanie’s body. Which Robert did not know. He believed the woman he was sliding down next to was his wife.

Three months ago, John and a few friends had been celebrating the New Year. A small group including Robert and Stephanie had come over to play games, eat good food, and ring in the new year. As midnight drew closer, the group began to talk about the new year. Their hopes and dreams. Robert was excited for his and Stephanie’s new daughter to be born. John wished that he could begin a new adventure. Everyone shared something, except Stephanie. Who was strangely quiet.

It was the next morning that John would slowly awaken to discover that he was in a body not his own. Specifically, he had woken up as Stephanie. And no matter how hard he would try to say something to Robert, an unnatural force would stop him. He would say something else that he was not thinking. “I am John!” would instead come out of his mouth as “Hey babe!” or “I love you hun!”. Worse, when he went looking for his old body, it was gone. His old body had left town without warning. And so here was John, trapped in Stephanie’s body…no her life!

And so John began to slowly learn how to be Stephanie. He would blame the pregnancy brain on things that he could not remember or did not know. There was certainly a learning curve to it all. The first week consisted of sweatpants and t-shirts. John made it a single day without a bra but found that not wearing one was worse than wearing one. The way that they made his upper back hurt. His nipples constantly rubbed against his shirt, causing them to become erect and sensitive. Slowly he would wear jeans and a cute tank top. Makeup was a no.

For the first month at least.

After the first month, he noticed how unhappy his friend Robert was. Robert would ask if John wanted to go out for a date, or dinner, or anything. And over and over John would say no. Every time he would watch Robert die a little. So six weeks in John decided that he would help his friend out. So as a surprise, John dressed up.

And not just a little, John went all out. Dress, makeup, haircut. He even put on some lingerie he knew would drive Robert nuts if he saw it. What John was surprised to find was how sexy it all made him feel. The way the dress hugged his curves. The way Robert couldn’t keep his eyes off him. The secret John had of the sexy piece under the dress.
John had meant for it to just be dinner. John could handle that, this was his friend. They used to have dinner all the time. But, John was not ready for how good Robert could make him feel. How he liked how John felt from behind. On his shoulders, down the front of his dress. He had not planned to go all the way that night, but John could not stop himself when he and Robert started.

Now John was in it. Three months in he was playing the role of wife and mother more and more. Some days it was fine, he was happy. But on other days like today, he could only remember his old life as John. He was sensitive to the growing pregnancy. The feminine form. How his breasts would sway. His voice sounded… All of it would feel wrong. Like he was wearing someone else’s clothes.

It was days like this that he would do what he could to forget. To fall back into the role of Stephanie again.

John turned to Robert sitting next to him. He slid his hand up to the shoulder of the dress that he wore and slid it down. His right breast popped out, looking Robert right in the face. John reached up and began to massage it. “ I have had a long day, you want to help a girl out?”

Robert was more than happy to oblige.