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House sitting. It was a simple thing to do for my best friend. He and his wife were going on their 5 year anniversary, so naturally they were going on a cruise. Their two kids would be staying with the grandparents. All my wife and I needed to do was to check in on the house once a week. They even said we could stay there if we wanted a break from our 2 room apartment. So my wife and I packed some clothes and headed over to their place for a week.

Nothing of interest took place for the first couple days. The guidelines for the house were easy. Feed plants, feed dogs...but also dont go into the office. Rules were to be respected, I completely got that. But my wife was a bit of a rebel. So while I was at work, she decided to check out the room.

What she found was a library of old books. Books in languages she could not read. Books that appeared older than the house itself. My wife was drawn toward one book in particular...a book sitting on a large desk. The strange markings were translated to English letters on the opposite page...she began to read them aloud...

And as I finished my second counseling appointment for the day, shutting the door behind my client...I began to grow numb...and then I passed out.

It was soon after that I would awaken in my friends home, on his couch. A man pacing the floor back and forth as I slowly grew aware of my body. For one thing...a curtain of hair strung across my face... and my chest and stomach felt completely wrong. Like they were being pulled by gravity down towards floor. As I strained to sit up... everything felt heavier. My eyes went down and immediately noticed the large swollen breasts underneath a thin tank top...and a round pregnant belly. "What the..."
The man hurried to sit next to me. I realized the face was that of my wife...only more masculine...a stronger jaw...harder eyes. " I am so sorry! I just had to look in the office. I can't believe this happened. I didn't know magic was real. I did not read the rules. Somehow... babe somehow I transformed our reality..."

In the coming weeks I would learn so much about my new life as Jessica. The magic had been connected to the house. We were now the owners... we had bought it instead of my friend and his wife. I had to get used to my new body, the way it moved and felt. The way my breasts jiggled whenever I moved. How I had to wear a bra if I didn't want my back to hurt before the end of the day. The way they leaked when a baby cried...or I thought about feeding...or became aroused...

I had to get used to everyone staring. Guys looking me up and down, undressing me with their eyes. Girls envious of my body and pregnancy. I would notice the way that my wife...now John would stare... watch me move. Try and look down my top....

The clothes were almost never comfortable. The body always seeming to be growing. I had to purchase a new bra all the time. At first managing to just wear sports bras...but eventually I would grow out of them. I would have to wear maternity or nursing bras.
Slowly every pair of pants I owned were elastic. I eventually would learn to shave my legs and wear skirts and dresses. I grew to not only get used to, but I would enjoy the way John would look at me...touch me. Kiss me...

I still remember 2 months into our change. One evening after we had been at our jobs all day. I was getting especially aggravated by the way my breasts had leaked during a counseling session with a client. John asked if I just needed to make sure they were drained. I told him he should try. This led to a night of lovemaking in our new bodies for the first time...

Here is me... 6 months of being Jess. Preparing for our little girl to be born. Contemplating being a stay at home mom. Being a good wife. Enjoying pregnancy. Maybe...maybe I would do it again. Knowing John and my relationship, it was going to happen sooner than later.

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House sitting. It was a simple thing to do for my best friend. He and his wife were going on their 5 year anniversary, so naturally they were going on a cruise. Their two kids would be staying with the grandparents. All my wife and I needed to do was to check in on the house once a week. They even said we could stay there if we wanted a break from our 2 room apartment. So my wife and I packed some clothes and headed over to their place for a week.

Nothing of interest took place for the first couple days. The guidelines for the house were easy. Feed plants, feed dogs...but also dont go into the office. Rules were to be respected, I completely got that. But my wife was a bit of a rebel. So while I was at work, she decided to check out the room.

What she found was a library of old books. Books in languages she could not read. Books that appeared older than the house itself. My wife was drawn toward one book in particular...a book sitting on a large desk. The strange markings were translated to English letters on the opposite page...she began to read them aloud...

And as I finished my second counseling appointment for the day, shutting the door behind my client...I began to grow numb...and then I passed out.

It was soon after that I would awaken in my friends home, on his couch. A man pacing the floor back and forth as I slowly grew aware of my body. For one thing...a curtain of hair strung across my face... and my chest and stomach felt completely wrong. Like they were being pulled by gravity down towards floor. As I strained to sit up... everything felt heavier. My eyes went down and immediately noticed the large swollen breasts underneath a thin tank top...and a round pregnant belly. "What the..."
The man hurried to sit next to me. I realized the face was that of my wife...only more masculine...a stronger jaw...harder eyes. " I am so sorry! I just had to look in the office. I can't believe this happened. I didn't know magic was real. I did not read the rules. Somehow... babe somehow I transformed our reality..."

In the coming weeks I would learn so much about my new life as Jessica. The magic had been connected to the house. We were now the owners... we had bought it instead of my friend and his wife. I had to get used to my new body, the way it moved and felt. The way my breasts jiggled whenever I moved. How I had to wear a bra if I didn't want my back to hurt before the end of the day. The way they leaked when a baby cried...or I thought about feeding...or became aroused...

I had to get used to everyone staring. Guys looking me up and down, undressing me with their eyes. Girls envious of my body and pregnancy. I would notice the way that my wife...now John would stare... watch me move. Try and look down my top....

The clothes were almost never comfortable. The body always seeming to be growing. I had to purchase a new bra all the time. At first managing to just wear sports bras...but eventually I would grow out of them. I would have to wear maternity or nursing bras.
Slowly every pair of pants I owned were elastic. I eventually would learn to shave my legs and wear skirts and dresses. I grew to not only get used to, but I would enjoy the way John would look at me...touch me. Kiss me...

I still remember 2 months into our change. One evening after we had been at our jobs all day. I was getting especially aggravated by the way my breasts had leaked during a counseling session with a client. John asked if I just needed to make sure they were drained. I told him he should try. This led to a night of lovemaking in our new bodies for the first time...

Here is me... 6 months of being Jess. Preparing for our little girl to be born. Contemplating being a stay at home mom. Being a good wife. Enjoying pregnancy. Maybe...maybe I would do it again. Knowing John and my relationship, it was going to happen sooner than later.