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Wow! Its been a while! I appreciate the 1K! of you who watch my page. Anyway, this is a long one that I really enjoyed writing and really hope it makes a good read. Thank you to all of you. Can you feel the turmoil Andrew is experiencing? Let me know if the comments!

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My body tingled. Like a rising tide I felt the sensation spread through my arms and legs down to my fingers and toes. The feeling was like someone plunged their fist into my heart and literally squeezed the ennui out, sending it through my arteries.

There were dozens of posts like it, but this one stood out, hurt me the most.

'David Simmons: Happy Mothers day to my beautiful wife Emily! You are the best mother to Ben and soon to be mother to our daughter. We all love you so much! - with Emily Simmons.” Attached was a picture of Emily holding her growing belly as David stood next to her holding their son. She had gained some weight since I had last seen her. Her chin and cheeks showing the best proof of it. Yet, she was still gorgeous to me.

It’s hard not to wonder what life would be like if we had worked out. If I hadn’t been such a problem. I get it, that we wanted different things, that I wanted the party scene and she wanted family life. When she first told me she wanted to be a mom, I laughed. How could that be anyone’s goal? First kid at 22 and 3 by age 30. She was set on it. We were only 20, I couldn’t get my head around it.

At the time I thought I had dodged a bullet. How could I give up my 20’s to raise children. Now I couldn’t stop staring at the post thinking about how much I fucked up. Emily always made me feel so happy. So complete. I could always be myself around her, even more than some of my lifelong friends. She just made me a person I liked to be. When I tried dating after college I always compared girls to her. My unrealistic expectations of trying to make these girls just like her always ended in failure and frustration.

My mind tried to play tricks on me. Telling me that she would leave David, to start a new life with me. It wasn’t true. She looked truly happy in the photo. I started at it, then her new last name, then the photo again, just looking at her. My heart felt empty, my body lifeless. The tingling gave way to an empty feeling, like a deflated balloon I sunk deep into my bed alone with my thoughts. My tortured mind twisting and turning, angry at myself, angry at her, angry at David. She would be in much better shape if she were with me. We would have traveled the world, seen things, not just sat at home and pumped out kids. She made such a big mistake not choosing me. But as I looked at the photo I couldn’t deny the truth. Her radiant smile and gleaming eyes showed me that I was once again in the wrong.

I kept scrolling on my phone, it was filled with Mother’s Day posts. It was a good reminder to call my Mom, it had been a while since we had talked. Work had been killer. I’m sure she will understand. I kept scrolling until my wrist started to get tired holding my phone above my face. I tossed my phone across the bed hearing it softly bounce as I rolled over on my pillow trying to close my eyes again.

Something scraped my face against the pillow. Not quite scraped, but felt scratchy against my cheek. I lifted my head and brushed off the pillow. There was nothing there so I put my head back down only to feel the same sensation. This time I didn’t move my head while sweeping my hand over the pillow and out came… hair? A thick bushel of hair flopped with the movement of my hand, but it didn’t fall to the floor… no… it pulled on my head?!

What the fuck? Where did this come from? Grabbing a handful I pulled hard trying to get it off.

Ow! The forceful yank tugged aggressively against my scalp. It’s attached? No way! Flinging the covers off of me I quickly made my way across my small studio to my bathroom.

No fucking way… It was hair… growing from my scalp… I pulled on it again, gentler this time, again feeling the tug against my head. I rubbed my head trying to see if it was just stuck on… no. It was like it was coming out of my head. I stared, playing with the long hair, feeling it against my hands. What would it be like to have long hair? I had wondered… but never like this. It definitely wasn't my style.

This was too weird anyway. Was this a medical condition? Can hair just go on an insane growth spurt? Either way I need to get this cut. There is no way I can go to work tomorrow looking like this. I went to grab my phone.

I picked it up off the bed and froze instantly as I looked at the screen.

‘Emily Simmons iMessage’

No way… Did I accidentally like her photo? My heart raced, head spun. I hadn’t heard from her in years and now? When I was thinking of her all morning. Timidly I opened the message.

‘Hey Momma! What time do you think you will be over? I will need to nap Ben this afternoon.’

What… come over? To Emily’s… This must have been a mistake. Did she still have my number after all these years? And what's with the momma part? She must be looking for someone else. But now what do I do… do I text her back? What do I say? Could I start up a conversation? Could this be the start of something intrusive thoughts pushed into my mind.

Panic struck! What if I liked her photo and this is her way of telling me! Oh shit! Opening Facebook back up I quickly went to my profile to view recent activity. I hoped to god I had not been so careless.

I got to my page when the app froze, stuck on my profile. It wouldn’t react to my touch. Then… my information blurred, I watched as Andrew Hill became a messy black blob. My name became unreadable, personal information all fuzzy, even my profile picture was obscured. Slowly my name started to shift, the fuzzy blob becoming lettersI could see the A start to return in my name. Ok. good. A n d, I breathed a sigh of relief, r e a R u s s e l l.

Wait, who the fuck is Andrea Russell?! Why am I in her account? The personal information returned too. Married to Tim Russell. What? Studied psychology at Syracuse University. She went to Cuse too? How did I now know her? Maybe because I got a real degree. No job information ever popped up. Shocker… an unemployed psych major. I had to laugh at that joke.

Slowly the profile picture appeared. It was who I supposed Andrea was with… wait… I know that guy. That’s Tim… he is David’s best friend. Is it sad that I creeped David’s profile so much that I knew who his best friend is.

Something caught my eye more than that though. It was a picture of this supposed ‘Andrea’ with Emily. Now I have spent enough time going through Emily’s posts to know who she hangs out with and had certainly never heard of Andrea. I opened Andrea’s photos. There were photos of Andrea and Tim’s wedding…. Was?... Was that MY DAD walking Andrea down the aisle?! And MY MOM crying in a photo as my parents stood around Andrea in her wedding gown?! I can’t believe this. WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?! Why were my parents there? And Emily too! She wasn’t just there, she was the Matron of Honor! Photos of Andrea’s bachelorette party and again Emily was there shoving a penis shaped straw into Andrea’s mouth while Andrea wore a chain of pretend dicks around her neck. Next, I found photos of Emily’s wedding where Andrea was the Maid of Honor.

This was wrong. Emily’s maid of honor was Sasha. God I’m pathetic, but I knew my stuff, how could these photos exist? I continued going back. Photos of Tim and Andrea, photos and Emily and Andrea. They sure did a lot of stuff together. How had I never heard of her? Photos of Emily and Andrea on the beach in bikinis… Wow Emily was tight back then. That was the Emily I remember, she was incredible.

The photos of Emily stopped around 4 years ago. I kept going back, through her freshman year, High School Prom. She looks amazing in her gown, thin, but refined, just enough of… wait… am I checking out a high schooler… I need to stop.

A notification distracted me. I opened it reading ‘Tim Russell tagged YOU in a post. Tap to view.’

I hesitantly opened it… would Andrea know someone was in her account if she saw this post and the notification already read? Too late.

‘Tim Russell: Happy Mother’s Day to this soon to be Mom! I love you so much and can’t wait to meet our baby Girl! - With Andrea Russell’ There was a picture attached of Tim holding the scan of their child and Andrea holding a pair of pink baby shoes over her baby bump.

What the fuck. This is crazy. I still need to get my hair cut. I exited the Facebook app and it took my back to my text where I left off with Emily. Only this time there were texts above the one she just sent. I quickly scroll through them. Texts from her almost everyday! My heart raced. I couldn’t believe it. I slowed down to read a few. My heart instantly sank.

‘Hey Bestie! We need to take another girls trip before I get pregnant… and hopefully you too ’

‘Don’t you just love having sex when you are trying to get pregnant. David was unbelievable last night.’

‘Andrea! Call Me!’

‘What’s up you pregnant slut? I am sooooo excited for you guys!’

‘I can’t wait for us to be bumpin besties’

These texts… She isn’t texting me, she is texting Andrea. Once again my heart sank… I had hoped, thought for a second that she wanted to see me.

But wait… This is my phone… I looked at the black case, it was still mine, the same scratches and everything. How come I am receiving her messages and information on this?

What the hell?! I looked closely as a small splash of pink began to spread from the corner of the case. I rubbed at it but it did feel like anything was happening nor stopped the spread. Panicking I threw the phone and watched it bounce the pink, seeming to spread faster until the entire case was pink.

I tiptoed towards the phone thinking somehow it would explode or attack me. Pressing the unlock button I froze. The background was the same profile picture that Andrea had on Facebook. A picture of her and Tim from their wedding. The facial recognition didn’t recognize me, but trying the code unlocked it. I quickly relocked the screen.

Looking at the off screen I stared at my reflection. My face is framed by my long hair. I stared at it. I knew I recognized it. I knew it was the same as Andrea’s. A slow realization crept over me. Like a rising sun illuminating the morning I saw more and more of what was going on. I didn’t mistakenly have Andrea’s phone, I had her phone because I was her!

Maybe we switched places? My brain still not comprehending this situation tried to think of anything. I mean that's impossible too right? So is becoming a totally new person after living on the Earth for 25 years. I quickly went back to Facebook. I searched for Andrew Hill. There were thousands of records, but none of them were mine. Everything about me was gone. FB, Linkedin, High School Football records. I couldn't find anything.

What about old photos? It worked for Andrea and Emily, what about mine with my friends. I quickly searched Chad Young. The account was set to private…. And we weren’t even friends… What about Brett, he always leaves his stuff open. Again, Brett and I were no longer friends, but at least I could access his photos. Going back to our college spring break I looked through his album. It was all of our guys… except me. They were at the same bars, out on the beach, photos I distinctly remembered being in. I was now absent. Not even like someone photoshopped them, others stood in my place. How? I searched Brett’s friend hoping to find a profile for Andrew Hill. Nothing. I am gone.

I paused to breathe deeply, exhaling the weight of the situation. Trying to keep a clear mind.

I read through my texts with Emily. Wow. I really get to talk to her every day. I never talked to Brett or Chad any more. Like deep conversations, like her best friend. My mind scrambled. It was a strange sensation being in this state. Who was I? Minus the hair I looked like me, I felt like me… but I was still in this in between state.

Somehow I felt the next step was to become Andrea. The woman who’s phone and profiles I already have. And not just in that sense, to become her inside and out. To become a woman. A sentence that would have been ludacris and insanely impossible until this morning. The gravity of this situation was unbearable, this is a life altering decision. I should at least research this and see… Woah…….

The room spun. Feeling like a whirlpool going down a drain I fell onto my bed and hung on for dear life. I hung on feeling the force of the spinning push on my body. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt like I was going to pass out. Then. Nothing. It all stopped.

I opened one eye, then the other. Looking around. I wasn’t in my cramped studio, no, I was in a large spacious bedroom. I ran my arms over the bed feeling the size and luxury of the king bed, the soft sheets on it. I pushed myself up to look around the room. There was a large bathroom and walk-in closet both visible through slightly open doors. The window was a priority for me. I cracked the curtain and peered out as if I was a lookout for a burglary. I squinted in the sun as I looked over the community. The planned development screamed the suburbs as two kids rode down the quiet street on bikes.

I looked around the room and pictures of Tim and Andrea were all over. A large A & T hung over the bed. I walked over to the nightstand on the ‘A’ side lotions, a phone charge, a book on motherhood, and a diamond ring set in white gold sat on it. I picked up the ring. It was beautiful, but tiny in my small hand, not even capable of fitting on my pinky.

My face feels weird, like there are ants moving under my skin. A symptom of the whirlpool thing? I ran to the bathroom to pay attention to my heavy footsteps stomping loudly in a strange house!

Wow This bathroom is nice! A walk in shower, whirlpool tub, two sinks! Who can afford to live here! My appreciation for the bathroom was quickly taken away as the feeling on my face demanded my attention. Holy fucking shit!

My face! It seemed to be moving on its own, not like making a frown, a smile, or a funny face, but shifting. My whole head seemed to be shrinking as my forehead tightened. Below that my eyebrows smoothed, becoming perfectly trimmed it was a weird feeling as I watched the changes happening. My eyebrows began moving back up as my eyes widened. The rising of my eyebrows opened my eyes slightly giving a more rounded appearance as my irises shifted from a brown to green.

My cheekbones started to shrink as my face took a narrower slant. The shrinking bones rounded giving my eyes more room on the bottom too. Looking into my new eyes they were pretty just like… Andrea’s.

Holy SHIT!! I really am turning into Andrea! My head! I feel like I want to black out again. I thought this might happen, but a man turning into a woman is impossible. There is no way.

There is no way… I kept telling myself that as my nose began to shrink in between my round cheeks. It looked just like Andrea’s nose from the picture. As I felt my square jaw thin. My chin narrowed to a point as my facial hairs retreated leaving a smooth soft chin.

I was scared. I thought about it, but thinking about it and doing it are different things. There is no way I am prepared for this. I… I… don’t know. This is totally unreal…I need…. I need…. My voice trailed off.

I felt like I was flying through a void. Then I entered a foggy room, like two eyeballs floating. I observed the room from above. It felt familiar. I knew it exactly! This was Emily’s dorm room sophomore year. This is exactly how I remember it and wait…

I know this moment. I saw myself as Andrew sitting in the bean bag chair while she lay on her futon. I had only replayed this exact moment in my head thousands of times. Now I am forced to watch it. This is where I was a complete buffoon. Oh no. I hate this. This moment is the biggest regret of my life. Why did I push her away? Still watching from above their conversation began.

“Sooo…” Emily started awkwardly. “Have you ever thought about having kids someday?”

“Kids? No way! Maybe after the party scene calms down but I’m gonna live it up forever. You know how I run the party scene. I’m a king.” I claimed arrogantly.

“Oh…” Emily sounded disappointed. “I’ve always wanted to be a great Mom. I want my first kid by the time I’m 22 and 3 by the time I’m 30. I think that would give them good spacing while not being too far apart.”

“Ha! Are you kidding me?!” I laughed. “You want to give up on life at 22 and be a cow when you are 30! No thank you!” I continued to laugh.

I could see the hurt on Emily’s face. I didn’t notice it years ago, but now the dejection she felt over being vulnerable about a personal goal and my laughter hurt her.

I’M SUCH AN IDIOT! How could I have missed that. How could I be such an asssshhooolllleeee.

Again the room spun and this time I was sucked down and found myself sitting in the beanbag chair. Instantly I was aware of how cool the faux leather was on my thighs. I looked down and my jar dropped. I was sitting cross legged in booty shorts barely long enough to cover my butt. My feminine legs were exposed for the world (well, just Emily) to see. My tight bra digging into my back. I looked into the mirror on Emily’s door. Holy shit I am in Andrea’s body!

“Sooo…” Emily started awkwardly. “Have you ever thought about having kids someday?”

What? We are restarting this again… It was the same moment as before. Did this already happen? Is this on some kind of autoplay? I froze, unsure of what to do.

“Well… Do you?” Emily asked again. Sitting up on the Futon this time.

Wow. I really miss her. Looking at her now makes me realize how much I regret what I said to her, miss having her in my life. I just want her back.

“I’ve always wanted to be a great Mom. I want my first kid by the time I’m 22 and 3 by the time I’m 30. I think that would give them good spacing while not being too far apart.” Wait… she says that to me… I don’t say that! But it felt so organic, felt so much like that’s what I really want.

“Oh my gosh! I feel the exact same wayyyy!” Emily’s voice trailed off as I began to get sucked back out of the room.

I was back in the bathroom. Both hands tightly clenching the edge of the counter. Panting I felt the chill of a cold sweat across my skin. “Emily…” I whispered softly under my breath. “I’m coming… Oh Emily… I can feel myself changing.” I really could. It felt like my brain was totally different now, they way I saw the world, they way I looked at things. I just need it. Needed to be near Emily. I need it, I need this.

“I am Andrea. Russell.” I looked at my face. My lips finished curling out slightly as they formed into a wide smile. I could feel my tongue shift in my mouth, it became slimmer, but also longer, coming to a point, perfect for sucking on Tim’s… Woah what was that thought…

The thought of my husband MY HUSBAND growing in my mouth. It made me feel powerful, feminine. I liked it. I need more, but for now I need to focus on one thing at a time.

My adam’s apple disappeared and my vocal chords shifted. “Hello Andrea, Mrs. Russell.” I spoke in my new higher voice. I sound perfect.

This is so exciting. I love this. Now the rest of me needs to become Andrea. Just like my face before, my neck started to shift. Twitching, pushing, and pulling I watched as the changes spread across my body. It didn’t really hurt, more it felt like a bad massage, like one of those lame massage chairs at the mall. Bones in my upper spine contracted, muscles, and ligaments shrunk no longer needing my beefy neck to support my smaller head.

The changes spread over my shoulders as my strong defined traps began to shrink, I’m proud of them, err… I was. Now if I am going to be a woman I don’t need big muscles. That’s why I have my husband, the man who protects me, the man I submit to. That was a strange thought, but again it felt organic, like I had wanted it my whole life, like being a submissive wife is who I am.

I guess I really hadn’t thought about everything that would go into this. Obviously my body is changing… but what about my mind… would I remember this, remember myself would Andrea take over? Was I truly becoming her in mind and body? Obviously there was too much for me to consider, but this…

Who cares… I just need to focus on being Andrea. Mother to my child, wife to Tim, and best friend to Emily. I need to embrace these changes and my new life. I can’t wait to be me!

Almost as soon as I finished my thoughts my skin started to change ahead of my body’s changes. Like a wave spreading down my body my rough skin became smoother, softer. I rubbed my hands against each other. It was strange, they were still strong hands, but calluses from lifting weights were gone from the pads of my hands. I rubbed my arms still feeling the hard muscles of my biceps and triceps, now only under softer skin.

The wave continued down my chest, all my hairs disappearing. It looked kind of strange seeing my muscles under softer skin. The wave disappeared beneath my briefs before continuing down my legs, again taking all the hair off of my legs and tops of my feet.

I wonder what shaving would be like. How often do I shave my legs? Do I have to do it daily? Weekly? The mysteries of womanhood still confused me. It would be strange, I always kept my face clean shaven, but now I have to shave my legs. I can’t imagine that its too hard, but where do I even begin? Top down? Down up? What about my… I pulled the elastic of my briefs up. I was totally bare around my member. Am I going to have a… Holy cow! Am I going to have to shave that too? How can i learn to be a totally new person halfway through my life. I felt scared, like I wouldn’t be able to cut it. Like everyone would know I’m a fake, what would happen. What could happen.

More shifting pulled me out of my dread at least for the moment. Things seemed to be speeding up. My shoulders, arms, and torso all were shrinking in unison. My height started to drop too as the room began feeling bigger around me. The door, mirrors, ceiling, it all felt so big as my spine continued to crunch down.

Soon I felt the same feeling in my legs, as I was really getting shorter now, easily below 6 feet tall. My eyes drifted from my legs back to my upper body. My arms were getting really thin now. There was no more muscle definition and a small amount of fat formed around them, making them round while giving them an even softer appearance. This continued all the way down to my forearms as my veins and muscle disappeared, again covered by a thin layer of fat. My bones gently popped as my wrists reformed, joining my hand at an narrow point. My large hands felt heavy on my weak wrist, but soon my hands shrank too. My thin palms and skinny fingers were now much more appropriate for my wrists and the weight of my hands was no longer cumbersome. I flicked my hands, bending my wrists, curling my fingers, just feeling the new movements of my body.

It was strange. I thought I would feel weak, but I really don’t. I guess it's something that never is considered until I need to test it. Flexing in the mirror, barely anything moved. I had no biceps, no pecs. I looked like a middle schooler. Not only was I completely devoid of my muscle mass, my whole structure was smaller. My chest, my shoulders, my spine, arms, I was tiny now.

My legs and feet changed too as their bones popped, ligaments and tendons snapping. My legs didn’t shrink as much as my torso. While they were much skinnier now, they didn't shrink as much leaving my hips slightly higher on my frame. I looked like I was 12 years old with a woman’s face and a, well my bulge certainly hadn’t shrunk it was really the only thing keeping my briefs around my much thinner waist.

I knew what was next. It had to be. Another test. How could I live without it. Having a penis was a part of my life since… well I was born with it. Would I have to pee sitting down? Of course… Why wouldn’t I. And I’m going to have to use the women's bathroom… That seems so weird. Will I have to wait in a line?

Ok… get this weird bathroom stuff out of your head. There is more to having a vagina than bathrooms like… do I have to go to the gyno! And they stick that thing up there to force me open and look inside of me! That's so gross and sounds so uncomfortable. And will I have to have a…. I gulped… period… there is no way. That sounds so terrible bleeding from there! Every month! There is no way I can do this!

I felt the same sensation begin to work over my member. Its time has come. I had wasted my last moments with it worrying about the future. I tried to salvage my last memories with it. My losing my virginity, peeing off the balcony at frat parties, getting the craziest blowjob from Ellen Cory while I was driving. That was insane. I swear she had no gag reflex and her tongue…

My briefs slid a little and I quickly grabbed them to hold them up. There was hardly a bulge left.\ and soon I felt something odd. My crotch! It was ripping. The sensation of the opening was strange, again it didn't hurt, just a tug like pulling off dead skin. But I winced as I felt one of my balls push through the slit.

“Goodbye old friend” I whispered softly as I finally had the heart to open my waistband and look at the shrunken unit. Little more than an inch and just rounder than a pen it continued to shrink as I felt my other testicle squeeze into my opening. I watched, perhaps solely out of morbid curiosity, as a mound formed on the front of my crotch. My slit slowly crept up the front of my mound opening around my now tiny shaft. The slit rose above my nub of a penis and stopped. The tearing sensation ended. Finally the last act for my little guy, two folds of skin extended from my slit, wrapped around what was left of my member and gently pulled it back into my slit as they retreated welcoming my old friend to his new home. It was gone. I let my briefs fall to the floor where they instantly vanished.

Instantly my attention was pulled away by a burning below my stomach. This was the first time I had really felt any discomfort. A burning seared through my lower abdomen as I watched the area below my stomach grow slightly. Oh my gosh! That must be my uterus… holy cow! This is wild! My inside twisted and turned as I could somehow feel an emptiness stretch up from my crotch and I was connected to muscles I never knew I had before. I flexed them a couple times before…

A heat began to radiate from two spots the the left and right of where my now uterus was pushing slightly through my belly. The heat began to spread over my body. While the heat spread at an even pace, it felt like it was pooling around my hips and butt.

My changes started again. The same as before, but this time concentrated to my hips and rear. My hips quickly popped as they began to push out driving apart. I could feel my pelvis shifting, creating space inside of me for my new organs, as I could feel them settling into place within my body. It pushed itself wide and wider. My hip sockets popped and regrew as my legs angled adjusting to their new connection with my hips.

My nipples began to throb as I could feel the sensation building in my chest. My tiny nipples become puffy and pink. It’s like I’m going through years of female puberty in one go. All these changes making me a mature woman.

I looked back down at my hips and could see my thighs growing. The wide angle of my hips left a large gap between my thighs and new fat filled most, but not all of the gap. Slight cellulite formed on the back of my thighs.

My pelvis lurched forward with a crack and I grabbed the counter to stable myself. The new angle pushed my hips and butt back as my pubic bone tucked my opening down under my body. More fat began to form around my pronounced butt giving it a distinctly womanly shape. I pushed it out admiring my curves, they were thin, subtle, but my shape was definite and undeniable.

The sensation in my chest now had all of my attention. Small breasts has grown behind my nipples as my chest continued to rise. My areolas grew and stretched across the tops of the breasts as they continued their upward climb, beginning to sag slightly as they took on more mass.

This is a trip, I really look like a woman. Like all the way. My flat crotch is framed by wide hips and a round butt. I lifted my butt then dropped it watching it fall with a jiggle. How I loved watching a woman’s butt shake as I did her from behind her wide hips spread before me. Now I was the one with the soft butt and wide hips. I looked over my shoulder in the mirror at how my hips went wide and my butt curved, making a slight shelf as it looked like it pulled into my crotch. I leaned forward slightly looking at my new lips. Wild. That thing is a part of me.

I turned to the side to look at my profile. Again I shook my butt, but then looked over my soft stomach, slightly pushed out by my uterus. My thin girly arms. My frame absent of muscle. It looked like my boobs stopped growing too. They were maybe average size. I cupped them in my soft hands. They felt nice. Though it was odd feeling hands on my breasts for a change. They were fun to play with, I mean they were boobs right? I lifted them, squished them, shook them all the things I liked about boobs, only now they were on my chest. Would this get old? Will I get to play with them everyday? Is it natural to play with your own boobs? I hope so.

Woah… The sensation which I had mostly forgotten about playing with my boobs entered my head. Oh gosh this is intense! I instantly realized what was going on! I was my ovaries burning flooding my body with estrogen! Alien sensations entered my brain.

My whole body burned and I felt the connections to every part of me deepening. I couldn’t even comprehend what was going on. It just felt like a nest of fire ants invaded my brain. I winced in pain as the room spun. I needed to lay down, I stumbled back to the bed. Stepping loudly as my uneven steps thudded across the carpeted floor of the bedroom.

I collapsed on the bed laying on my back picking a single spot on the ceiling to stop the room from spinning. I breathed deep trying to keep up with the burning, but a new sensation took my attention. This one was more uncomfortable than the burning. And somehow it was getting worse. It was coming from just below my stomach, right between my ovaries. Right where my… uterus is… The connection was almost instant. The Facebook post… I’m pregnant!

Tears welled in my eyes! Not just from the rapidly increasing pain, but from joy! I’m going to be a mom! This is so exciting! Wiping tears from my cheeks I grit my teeth as the pain from my expanded uterus increased. I looked down as it continued to expand quickly blocking the view of my crotch. My beautiful belly growing my child. This was all I had ever wanted since I was a little girl. Slowly the pain subsided as the growth stopped. I placed my hand on my belly. Feeling my bump. “I love you” I whispered.

The turning of the door knob startled me! I thought I was home alone. In walked Tim! He was naked and carrying a cup of coffee! I looked over his handsome body, his strong muscles, his cute butt, and his penis flopping between his legs with each step. My pregnancy hormones took me on a 180 from tears of joy to extremely horny.

“Babe are you OK?” Tim asked, seeing the remnants of tears on my cheeks. He wiped them gently with the edge of the sheet.

“We're going to have a baby!” I said as tears started up again. My emotions were all a mix. I wanted to cry while he held me one moment, then the next I wanted him to absolutely destroy me with his rock hard dick. Choking me, treating me like an object, ripping my pussy apart.

“Yes, we certainly are.” He smiled as he touched my cheek. “Happy Mother’s day Andrea.” He handed me a card and set down the cup of coffee.

The card was beautiful. ‘To my Wife…’ it started. I loved these sappy cards, and he always knew the best ones to pick.

More tears. “Thank you honey. I love you.” I reached up and kissed him.

“I love you too” He replied. “Now, time for me to cheer you up.”

“Wha? I couldn’t be happier. What do you…” I stopped as Tim pushed my legs apart crawling in between them. I knew exactly where he was going. Like a short through my core my pussy began to tingle, in fact it's all I could think of.

My horny side was completely in control as I saw his face between my legs. I could feel myself rapidly growing wet in anticipation. Just stab me with your tongue Tim. I need it so bad. I just bit my lip to control my trembling as I watched him, waiting. I could feel his breath on my lips. Seconds felt like minutes. I was insatiable.

Then with one big lick I felt his tongue between my lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain. His tongue came back a second time, then pushed into me. He is so good at this its like he has a map to all my spots! Plus he hasn’t shaved. I love feeling his scruff against my sensitive skin. It’s so manly. My eyes rolled back as I tightly gripped the sheets. This was incredible as his tongue circled my clit. He sucked on it gently and I couldn’t hold back. My pussy flooded as I moaned loudly. My body felt like it was floating as I fully went limp.

“Baby… I need you. I want you inside of me so bad.” I pleaded. I wanted him to fill me.

“With this?” Tim asked as he held up his rock hard 100% erection.

“Please baby.” I was desperate. I needed it to penetrate me.

“You need to cum once more for me.” Tim said as he dove right back in and started licking and sucking away at my pussy. My orgasm built once again as I worked my hips trying to get there as fast as possible.

Soon I was in heaven again. I felt like I actually levitated as I came. And to think he hadn’t even entered me yet.

“That’s it! I need you in me NOW!” I commanded flipping on to my hands and knees feeling my juices drip from my swollen opening. Tim didn’t say anything but I soon felt the throbbing head of his dick against my lips. Thank heavens. I couldn’t have gone another second. Moving my hips I felt his head slide through my slick lips until he sunk slightly into me. Right where I want him. I love this moment, the moment when I am still tight, knowing my big husband is about to stretch me out.

I pushed my hips back feeling myself stretch around him. We went slow at first allowing me to accept his size. No matter how many times we had done this it was always a little tight at the start. Slowly I stretched myself out. He felt huge inside of me. His head was even firmer than it normally is. Holy cow! I love when he is like this! So dominant. I felt his hands on my hips as he pulled me into him. His balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. I watched my boobs flop like globs in a lava lamp as my insides were rearranged.

“Pull my hair!” I yelled as his strong hands worked their way through my hair and grabbed on tightly. “YESS!” I loved it. Him yanking by head back got him just that much deeper. “Give it to me Tim!” I was so ready for him to cum. I love him cumming in me. Filling me up. Ugh! I wish I could get pregnant again and again. I just want to keep having babies!

“Oh Andrea!” Tim moaned. “You are so sexy” I could feel him starting to twitch. I loved hearing my name and him calling me sexy. I rocked my hips, just the way he likes it. “Ohhhhh!!” He moaned as I felt the first of the blasts of his cum erupt inside of me.

I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew Tim was putting on clothes and I was on my back. I could feel the juices leaking from me. I think Tim said he was going to shower. I didn’t know. My ears rang, my head spun. I just lay in my post-coital haze. Reveling in the moment. I pulled a strand of hair from my face sinking deeper into the bed. My pussy gently throbbed to my heartbeat, slowing down as my excitement slowly faded. My husband sure knows how to treat his wife.

I reached for my nightstand, first sliding my ring on. I loved it, ever since Tim proposed to me it never lost its shine and I felt the same way each time I looked at it. The way it sparkled in the light gave me a flashback to Tim dropping to one knee to propose. I had never been so happy.

I still had to text Emily back! Shoot!

I typed as fast as I could. ‘Hey Sorry! We got… occupied.’ Alluding to my romp with Tim. I liked sharing my sex life with Emily. It was something we could always bond over. Without her help I don’t know if I would have survived our wedding night. I was so clueless about how a man works.

Emily: Lol! You know you can only have one baby at a time right Have you eaten yet! I have the best idea for breakfast!

Breakfast does sound good. I am starving. Eating for two if a full time job. ‘I could literally eat a horse!’

Emily: Come ASAP! And wear your black leggings with a white long sleeve. I want to do photos!

“TIM!” I yelled. Hurry up! The Simmons are ready for us! He stepped out of the bathroom toweling off. As he moved the towel I caught glimpses of different parts of his naked body. Oh my gosh he is sexy! Instantly I was wet. This pregnancy thing has me all spun up. Too bad we had to go. Otherwise I might just pounce on him.

I quickly showered then walked into my closet to get dressed. Hanging up my body towel I admired my bump. I didn’t know if I would be self conscious through my pregnancy as I started to grow. But It made me feel divinely feminine. Like this is the reason God created me. My hips, my breasts, my bump, all designed for my purpose of bringing life into this world.

I wiggled into my thong, even though it was starting to get a little too tight for me. Then squeezed into my new maternity leggings pulling the top over my bump. Bra and white shirt, a couple quick adjustments and I was done. Now for some makeup and we can finally go.

I quickly went into my makeup supply and started putting my face on. I wanted to be cute if we were going to take photos. Nothing too crazy, just some cover up, a splash of blush, then hit my eyebrows and eyelashes quick and done. Soon we were in the car and Tim drove us on our way.

I couldn’t wait to see my bestie! As soon as Tim parked I flung the door open and sprinted out. Emily opened the door and I flew into her arms giving her a big hug! Our bumps touched and it was like a spark. She was the closest thing to a sister I had ever had.

“OH MY GOSH!” She backed up and looked at me. “GIRL! You look incredible!”

I loved the compliment. “Thanks! You look amazing!” She really did. She was keeping up with her hair and her boobs were really filling out. A twinge of jealousy passed through me. I hope mine grow like that.

Behind us David and Tim shook hands “Garage?” David asked.

“Yup.” Tim replied.

“Party poopers!” Emily joked at them.

“Yeah! Don’t want to hear all about what your wives are going through to carry YOUR children. YOU did this to us!” I teased. They really have no idea how much it takes to grow another human being inside of your body. Like they think they just knock us up and 9 months later out pops a baby.
“Ugh… Men…” Emily perfectly captured our sentiment as we watched our husbands walk off the to garage already talking about some project David was working on. “Ok. they’re gone. Are you ready for the best breakfast ever! I have literally had the worst cravings all morning.”

I had actually had a pretty good couple of days for cravings, but now listening to Emily my body picked up on her energy. I just wanted to stuff my face with anything salty, anything creamy. My stomach growled again and I felt like a fiend.

Emily pulled out a large tub of chocolate ice cream. My growing excitement paused as Emily put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to quietly follow her. We tiptoed to her purse where she pulled out a dozen McDonald’s hash brown patties.

“You’re so bad!” I whispered to her as she smiled mischievously. Honestly I just wanted to shove them into my mouth. I’m sure I could eat all of them at this point. She should have gotten some burgers too.

Emily pulled out her blender, scooped huge amounts of ice creams into it then ripped up the hashbrowns throwing them in. “Ready for the secret ingredient?” She asked, but I wondered how she could contain herself. I just wanted to dig in. But she reached into the fridge and pulled out a container of baby dills. Why did it have to be penis shaped? My mind flashed to Tim.

She started blending the ice cream and hash browns, pouring the pickle juice into the mix to provide some liquid. She dropped a couple in and ground them into a disgusting brown mixture. Then she tasted in and handed me the full blender. This was all for me? She pulled out a new bowl for the blender and started making her own. Holy cow! No wonder she had gained weight! 6 hashbrowns and all that ice cream! I hope it goes straight to my boobs.

She finished her shake and we said cheers. I was apprehensive. The brown clumpy mixture was disgusting. But I couldn’t resist the briny smell. I began to gulp it down. This was the best thing ever.

How lucky was I to have a friend like Emily. Soon the men came back from the garage. David carried Ben and I could tell he was getting tired.

“Let’s get some photos, I think we have a sleepy one.” David said. We started to organize ourselves for the pictures.

“Oh wait!” Emily picked something up from behind the sofa. “This is for us to hold.”

“Happy Mother’s Day!” David smiled as he took our picture.

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Wow! Its been a while! I appreciate the 1K! of you who watch my page. Anyway, this is a long one that I really enjoyed writing and really hope it makes a good read. Thank you to all of you. Can you feel the turmoil Andrew is experiencing? Let me know if the comments!

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My body tingled. Like a rising tide I felt the sensation spread through my arms and legs down to my fingers and toes. The feeling was like someone plunged their fist into my heart and literally squeezed the ennui out, sending it through my arteries.

There were dozens of posts like it, but this one stood out, hurt me the most.

'David Simmons: Happy Mothers day to my beautiful wife Emily! You are the best mother to Ben and soon to be mother to our daughter. We all love you so much! - with Emily Simmons.” Attached was a picture of Emily holding her growing belly as David stood next to her holding their son. She had gained some weight since I had last seen her. Her chin and cheeks showing the best proof of it. Yet, she was still gorgeous to me.

It’s hard not to wonder what life would be like if we had worked out. If I hadn’t been such a problem. I get it, that we wanted different things, that I wanted the party scene and she wanted family life. When she first told me she wanted to be a mom, I laughed. How could that be anyone’s goal? First kid at 22 and 3 by age 30. She was set on it. We were only 20, I couldn’t get my head around it.

At the time I thought I had dodged a bullet. How could I give up my 20’s to raise children. Now I couldn’t stop staring at the post thinking about how much I fucked up. Emily always made me feel so happy. So complete. I could always be myself around her, even more than some of my lifelong friends. She just made me a person I liked to be. When I tried dating after college I always compared girls to her. My unrealistic expectations of trying to make these girls just like her always ended in failure and frustration.

My mind tried to play tricks on me. Telling me that she would leave David, to start a new life with me. It wasn’t true. She looked truly happy in the photo. I started at it, then her new last name, then the photo again, just looking at her. My heart felt empty, my body lifeless. The tingling gave way to an empty feeling, like a deflated balloon I sunk deep into my bed alone with my thoughts. My tortured mind twisting and turning, angry at myself, angry at her, angry at David. She would be in much better shape if she were with me. We would have traveled the world, seen things, not just sat at home and pumped out kids. She made such a big mistake not choosing me. But as I looked at the photo I couldn’t deny the truth. Her radiant smile and gleaming eyes showed me that I was once again in the wrong.

I kept scrolling on my phone, it was filled with Mother’s Day posts. It was a good reminder to call my Mom, it had been a while since we had talked. Work had been killer. I’m sure she will understand. I kept scrolling until my wrist started to get tired holding my phone above my face. I tossed my phone across the bed hearing it softly bounce as I rolled over on my pillow trying to close my eyes again.

Something scraped my face against the pillow. Not quite scraped, but felt scratchy against my cheek. I lifted my head and brushed off the pillow. There was nothing there so I put my head back down only to feel the same sensation. This time I didn’t move my head while sweeping my hand over the pillow and out came… hair? A thick bushel of hair flopped with the movement of my hand, but it didn’t fall to the floor… no… it pulled on my head?!

What the fuck? Where did this come from? Grabbing a handful I pulled hard trying to get it off.

Ow! The forceful yank tugged aggressively against my scalp. It’s attached? No way! Flinging the covers off of me I quickly made my way across my small studio to my bathroom.

No fucking way… It was hair… growing from my scalp… I pulled on it again, gentler this time, again feeling the tug against my head. I rubbed my head trying to see if it was just stuck on… no. It was like it was coming out of my head. I stared, playing with the long hair, feeling it against my hands. What would it be like to have long hair? I had wondered… but never like this. It definitely wasn't my style.

This was too weird anyway. Was this a medical condition? Can hair just go on an insane growth spurt? Either way I need to get this cut. There is no way I can go to work tomorrow looking like this. I went to grab my phone.

I picked it up off the bed and froze instantly as I looked at the screen.

‘Emily Simmons iMessage’

No way… Did I accidentally like her photo? My heart raced, head spun. I hadn’t heard from her in years and now? When I was thinking of her all morning. Timidly I opened the message.

‘Hey Momma! What time do you think you will be over? I will need to nap Ben this afternoon.’

What… come over? To Emily’s… This must have been a mistake. Did she still have my number after all these years? And what's with the momma part? She must be looking for someone else. But now what do I do… do I text her back? What do I say? Could I start up a conversation? Could this be the start of something intrusive thoughts pushed into my mind.

Panic struck! What if I liked her photo and this is her way of telling me! Oh shit! Opening Facebook back up I quickly went to my profile to view recent activity. I hoped to god I had not been so careless.

I got to my page when the app froze, stuck on my profile. It wouldn’t react to my touch. Then… my information blurred, I watched as Andrew Hill became a messy black blob. My name became unreadable, personal information all fuzzy, even my profile picture was obscured. Slowly my name started to shift, the fuzzy blob becoming lettersI could see the A start to return in my name. Ok. good. A n d, I breathed a sigh of relief, r e a R u s s e l l.

Wait, who the fuck is Andrea Russell?! Why am I in her account? The personal information returned too. Married to Tim Russell. What? Studied psychology at Syracuse University. She went to Cuse too? How did I now know her? Maybe because I got a real degree. No job information ever popped up. Shocker… an unemployed psych major. I had to laugh at that joke.

Slowly the profile picture appeared. It was who I supposed Andrea was with… wait… I know that guy. That’s Tim… he is David’s best friend. Is it sad that I creeped David’s profile so much that I knew who his best friend is.

Something caught my eye more than that though. It was a picture of this supposed ‘Andrea’ with Emily. Now I have spent enough time going through Emily’s posts to know who she hangs out with and had certainly never heard of Andrea. I opened Andrea’s photos. There were photos of Andrea and Tim’s wedding…. Was?... Was that MY DAD walking Andrea down the aisle?! And MY MOM crying in a photo as my parents stood around Andrea in her wedding gown?! I can’t believe this. WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?! Why were my parents there? And Emily too! She wasn’t just there, she was the Matron of Honor! Photos of Andrea’s bachelorette party and again Emily was there shoving a penis shaped straw into Andrea’s mouth while Andrea wore a chain of pretend dicks around her neck. Next, I found photos of Emily’s wedding where Andrea was the Maid of Honor.

This was wrong. Emily’s maid of honor was Sasha. God I’m pathetic, but I knew my stuff, how could these photos exist? I continued going back. Photos of Tim and Andrea, photos and Emily and Andrea. They sure did a lot of stuff together. How had I never heard of her? Photos of Emily and Andrea on the beach in bikinis… Wow Emily was tight back then. That was the Emily I remember, she was incredible.

The photos of Emily stopped around 4 years ago. I kept going back, through her freshman year, High School Prom. She looks amazing in her gown, thin, but refined, just enough of… wait… am I checking out a high schooler… I need to stop.

A notification distracted me. I opened it reading ‘Tim Russell tagged YOU in a post. Tap to view.’

I hesitantly opened it… would Andrea know someone was in her account if she saw this post and the notification already read? Too late.

‘Tim Russell: Happy Mother’s Day to this soon to be Mom! I love you so much and can’t wait to meet our baby Girl! - With Andrea Russell’ There was a picture attached of Tim holding the scan of their child and Andrea holding a pair of pink baby shoes over her baby bump.

What the fuck. This is crazy. I still need to get my hair cut. I exited the Facebook app and it took my back to my text where I left off with Emily. Only this time there were texts above the one she just sent. I quickly scroll through them. Texts from her almost everyday! My heart raced. I couldn’t believe it. I slowed down to read a few. My heart instantly sank.

‘Hey Bestie! We need to take another girls trip before I get pregnant… and hopefully you too ’

‘Don’t you just love having sex when you are trying to get pregnant. David was unbelievable last night.’

‘Andrea! Call Me!’

‘What’s up you pregnant slut? I am sooooo excited for you guys!’

‘I can’t wait for us to be bumpin besties’

These texts… She isn’t texting me, she is texting Andrea. Once again my heart sank… I had hoped, thought for a second that she wanted to see me.

But wait… This is my phone… I looked at the black case, it was still mine, the same scratches and everything. How come I am receiving her messages and information on this?

What the hell?! I looked closely as a small splash of pink began to spread from the corner of the case. I rubbed at it but it did feel like anything was happening nor stopped the spread. Panicking I threw the phone and watched it bounce the pink, seeming to spread faster until the entire case was pink.

I tiptoed towards the phone thinking somehow it would explode or attack me. Pressing the unlock button I froze. The background was the same profile picture that Andrea had on Facebook. A picture of her and Tim from their wedding. The facial recognition didn’t recognize me, but trying the code unlocked it. I quickly relocked the screen.

Looking at the off screen I stared at my reflection. My face is framed by my long hair. I stared at it. I knew I recognized it. I knew it was the same as Andrea’s. A slow realization crept over me. Like a rising sun illuminating the morning I saw more and more of what was going on. I didn’t mistakenly have Andrea’s phone, I had her phone because I was her!

Maybe we switched places? My brain still not comprehending this situation tried to think of anything. I mean that's impossible too right? So is becoming a totally new person after living on the Earth for 25 years. I quickly went back to Facebook. I searched for Andrew Hill. There were thousands of records, but none of them were mine. Everything about me was gone. FB, Linkedin, High School Football records. I couldn't find anything.

What about old photos? It worked for Andrea and Emily, what about mine with my friends. I quickly searched Chad Young. The account was set to private…. And we weren’t even friends… What about Brett, he always leaves his stuff open. Again, Brett and I were no longer friends, but at least I could access his photos. Going back to our college spring break I looked through his album. It was all of our guys… except me. They were at the same bars, out on the beach, photos I distinctly remembered being in. I was now absent. Not even like someone photoshopped them, others stood in my place. How? I searched Brett’s friend hoping to find a profile for Andrew Hill. Nothing. I am gone.

I paused to breathe deeply, exhaling the weight of the situation. Trying to keep a clear mind.

I read through my texts with Emily. Wow. I really get to talk to her every day. I never talked to Brett or Chad any more. Like deep conversations, like her best friend. My mind scrambled. It was a strange sensation being in this state. Who was I? Minus the hair I looked like me, I felt like me… but I was still in this in between state.

Somehow I felt the next step was to become Andrea. The woman who’s phone and profiles I already have. And not just in that sense, to become her inside and out. To become a woman. A sentence that would have been ludacris and insanely impossible until this morning. The gravity of this situation was unbearable, this is a life altering decision. I should at least research this and see… Woah…….

The room spun. Feeling like a whirlpool going down a drain I fell onto my bed and hung on for dear life. I hung on feeling the force of the spinning push on my body. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt like I was going to pass out. Then. Nothing. It all stopped.

I opened one eye, then the other. Looking around. I wasn’t in my cramped studio, no, I was in a large spacious bedroom. I ran my arms over the bed feeling the size and luxury of the king bed, the soft sheets on it. I pushed myself up to look around the room. There was a large bathroom and walk-in closet both visible through slightly open doors. The window was a priority for me. I cracked the curtain and peered out as if I was a lookout for a burglary. I squinted in the sun as I looked over the community. The planned development screamed the suburbs as two kids rode down the quiet street on bikes.

I looked around the room and pictures of Tim and Andrea were all over. A large A & T hung over the bed. I walked over to the nightstand on the ‘A’ side lotions, a phone charge, a book on motherhood, and a diamond ring set in white gold sat on it. I picked up the ring. It was beautiful, but tiny in my small hand, not even capable of fitting on my pinky.

My face feels weird, like there are ants moving under my skin. A symptom of the whirlpool thing? I ran to the bathroom to pay attention to my heavy footsteps stomping loudly in a strange house!

Wow This bathroom is nice! A walk in shower, whirlpool tub, two sinks! Who can afford to live here! My appreciation for the bathroom was quickly taken away as the feeling on my face demanded my attention. Holy fucking shit!

My face! It seemed to be moving on its own, not like making a frown, a smile, or a funny face, but shifting. My whole head seemed to be shrinking as my forehead tightened. Below that my eyebrows smoothed, becoming perfectly trimmed it was a weird feeling as I watched the changes happening. My eyebrows began moving back up as my eyes widened. The rising of my eyebrows opened my eyes slightly giving a more rounded appearance as my irises shifted from a brown to green.

My cheekbones started to shrink as my face took a narrower slant. The shrinking bones rounded giving my eyes more room on the bottom too. Looking into my new eyes they were pretty just like… Andrea’s.

Holy SHIT!! I really am turning into Andrea! My head! I feel like I want to black out again. I thought this might happen, but a man turning into a woman is impossible. There is no way.

There is no way… I kept telling myself that as my nose began to shrink in between my round cheeks. It looked just like Andrea’s nose from the picture. As I felt my square jaw thin. My chin narrowed to a point as my facial hairs retreated leaving a smooth soft chin.

I was scared. I thought about it, but thinking about it and doing it are different things. There is no way I am prepared for this. I… I… don’t know. This is totally unreal…I need…. I need…. My voice trailed off.

I felt like I was flying through a void. Then I entered a foggy room, like two eyeballs floating. I observed the room from above. It felt familiar. I knew it exactly! This was Emily’s dorm room sophomore year. This is exactly how I remember it and wait…

I know this moment. I saw myself as Andrew sitting in the bean bag chair while she lay on her futon. I had only replayed this exact moment in my head thousands of times. Now I am forced to watch it. This is where I was a complete buffoon. Oh no. I hate this. This moment is the biggest regret of my life. Why did I push her away? Still watching from above their conversation began.

“Sooo…” Emily started awkwardly. “Have you ever thought about having kids someday?”

“Kids? No way! Maybe after the party scene calms down but I’m gonna live it up forever. You know how I run the party scene. I’m a king.” I claimed arrogantly.

“Oh…” Emily sounded disappointed. “I’ve always wanted to be a great Mom. I want my first kid by the time I’m 22 and 3 by the time I’m 30. I think that would give them good spacing while not being too far apart.”

“Ha! Are you kidding me?!” I laughed. “You want to give up on life at 22 and be a cow when you are 30! No thank you!” I continued to laugh.

I could see the hurt on Emily’s face. I didn’t notice it years ago, but now the dejection she felt over being vulnerable about a personal goal and my laughter hurt her.

I’M SUCH AN IDIOT! How could I have missed that. How could I be such an asssshhooolllleeee.

Again the room spun and this time I was sucked down and found myself sitting in the beanbag chair. Instantly I was aware of how cool the faux leather was on my thighs. I looked down and my jar dropped. I was sitting cross legged in booty shorts barely long enough to cover my butt. My feminine legs were exposed for the world (well, just Emily) to see. My tight bra digging into my back. I looked into the mirror on Emily’s door. Holy shit I am in Andrea’s body!

“Sooo…” Emily started awkwardly. “Have you ever thought about having kids someday?”

What? We are restarting this again… It was the same moment as before. Did this already happen? Is this on some kind of autoplay? I froze, unsure of what to do.

“Well… Do you?” Emily asked again. Sitting up on the Futon this time.

Wow. I really miss her. Looking at her now makes me realize how much I regret what I said to her, miss having her in my life. I just want her back.

“I’ve always wanted to be a great Mom. I want my first kid by the time I’m 22 and 3 by the time I’m 30. I think that would give them good spacing while not being too far apart.” Wait… she says that to me… I don’t say that! But it felt so organic, felt so much like that’s what I really want.

“Oh my gosh! I feel the exact same wayyyy!” Emily’s voice trailed off as I began to get sucked back out of the room.

I was back in the bathroom. Both hands tightly clenching the edge of the counter. Panting I felt the chill of a cold sweat across my skin. “Emily…” I whispered softly under my breath. “I’m coming… Oh Emily… I can feel myself changing.” I really could. It felt like my brain was totally different now, they way I saw the world, they way I looked at things. I just need it. Needed to be near Emily. I need it, I need this.

“I am Andrea. Russell.” I looked at my face. My lips finished curling out slightly as they formed into a wide smile. I could feel my tongue shift in my mouth, it became slimmer, but also longer, coming to a point, perfect for sucking on Tim’s… Woah what was that thought…

The thought of my husband MY HUSBAND growing in my mouth. It made me feel powerful, feminine. I liked it. I need more, but for now I need to focus on one thing at a time.

My adam’s apple disappeared and my vocal chords shifted. “Hello Andrea, Mrs. Russell.” I spoke in my new higher voice. I sound perfect.

This is so exciting. I love this. Now the rest of me needs to become Andrea. Just like my face before, my neck started to shift. Twitching, pushing, and pulling I watched as the changes spread across my body. It didn’t really hurt, more it felt like a bad massage, like one of those lame massage chairs at the mall. Bones in my upper spine contracted, muscles, and ligaments shrunk no longer needing my beefy neck to support my smaller head.

The changes spread over my shoulders as my strong defined traps began to shrink, I’m proud of them, err… I was. Now if I am going to be a woman I don’t need big muscles. That’s why I have my husband, the man who protects me, the man I submit to. That was a strange thought, but again it felt organic, like I had wanted it my whole life, like being a submissive wife is who I am.

I guess I really hadn’t thought about everything that would go into this. Obviously my body is changing… but what about my mind… would I remember this, remember myself would Andrea take over? Was I truly becoming her in mind and body? Obviously there was too much for me to consider, but this…

Who cares… I just need to focus on being Andrea. Mother to my child, wife to Tim, and best friend to Emily. I need to embrace these changes and my new life. I can’t wait to be me!

Almost as soon as I finished my thoughts my skin started to change ahead of my body’s changes. Like a wave spreading down my body my rough skin became smoother, softer. I rubbed my hands against each other. It was strange, they were still strong hands, but calluses from lifting weights were gone from the pads of my hands. I rubbed my arms still feeling the hard muscles of my biceps and triceps, now only under softer skin.

The wave continued down my chest, all my hairs disappearing. It looked kind of strange seeing my muscles under softer skin. The wave disappeared beneath my briefs before continuing down my legs, again taking all the hair off of my legs and tops of my feet.

I wonder what shaving would be like. How often do I shave my legs? Do I have to do it daily? Weekly? The mysteries of womanhood still confused me. It would be strange, I always kept my face clean shaven, but now I have to shave my legs. I can’t imagine that its too hard, but where do I even begin? Top down? Down up? What about my… I pulled the elastic of my briefs up. I was totally bare around my member. Am I going to have a… Holy cow! Am I going to have to shave that too? How can i learn to be a totally new person halfway through my life. I felt scared, like I wouldn’t be able to cut it. Like everyone would know I’m a fake, what would happen. What could happen.

More shifting pulled me out of my dread at least for the moment. Things seemed to be speeding up. My shoulders, arms, and torso all were shrinking in unison. My height started to drop too as the room began feeling bigger around me. The door, mirrors, ceiling, it all felt so big as my spine continued to crunch down.

Soon I felt the same feeling in my legs, as I was really getting shorter now, easily below 6 feet tall. My eyes drifted from my legs back to my upper body. My arms were getting really thin now. There was no more muscle definition and a small amount of fat formed around them, making them round while giving them an even softer appearance. This continued all the way down to my forearms as my veins and muscle disappeared, again covered by a thin layer of fat. My bones gently popped as my wrists reformed, joining my hand at an narrow point. My large hands felt heavy on my weak wrist, but soon my hands shrank too. My thin palms and skinny fingers were now much more appropriate for my wrists and the weight of my hands was no longer cumbersome. I flicked my hands, bending my wrists, curling my fingers, just feeling the new movements of my body.

It was strange. I thought I would feel weak, but I really don’t. I guess it's something that never is considered until I need to test it. Flexing in the mirror, barely anything moved. I had no biceps, no pecs. I looked like a middle schooler. Not only was I completely devoid of my muscle mass, my whole structure was smaller. My chest, my shoulders, my spine, arms, I was tiny now.

My legs and feet changed too as their bones popped, ligaments and tendons snapping. My legs didn’t shrink as much as my torso. While they were much skinnier now, they didn't shrink as much leaving my hips slightly higher on my frame. I looked like I was 12 years old with a woman’s face and a, well my bulge certainly hadn’t shrunk it was really the only thing keeping my briefs around my much thinner waist.

I knew what was next. It had to be. Another test. How could I live without it. Having a penis was a part of my life since… well I was born with it. Would I have to pee sitting down? Of course… Why wouldn’t I. And I’m going to have to use the women's bathroom… That seems so weird. Will I have to wait in a line?

Ok… get this weird bathroom stuff out of your head. There is more to having a vagina than bathrooms like… do I have to go to the gyno! And they stick that thing up there to force me open and look inside of me! That's so gross and sounds so uncomfortable. And will I have to have a…. I gulped… period… there is no way. That sounds so terrible bleeding from there! Every month! There is no way I can do this!

I felt the same sensation begin to work over my member. Its time has come. I had wasted my last moments with it worrying about the future. I tried to salvage my last memories with it. My losing my virginity, peeing off the balcony at frat parties, getting the craziest blowjob from Ellen Cory while I was driving. That was insane. I swear she had no gag reflex and her tongue…

My briefs slid a little and I quickly grabbed them to hold them up. There was hardly a bulge left.\ and soon I felt something odd. My crotch! It was ripping. The sensation of the opening was strange, again it didn't hurt, just a tug like pulling off dead skin. But I winced as I felt one of my balls push through the slit.

“Goodbye old friend” I whispered softly as I finally had the heart to open my waistband and look at the shrunken unit. Little more than an inch and just rounder than a pen it continued to shrink as I felt my other testicle squeeze into my opening. I watched, perhaps solely out of morbid curiosity, as a mound formed on the front of my crotch. My slit slowly crept up the front of my mound opening around my now tiny shaft. The slit rose above my nub of a penis and stopped. The tearing sensation ended. Finally the last act for my little guy, two folds of skin extended from my slit, wrapped around what was left of my member and gently pulled it back into my slit as they retreated welcoming my old friend to his new home. It was gone. I let my briefs fall to the floor where they instantly vanished.

Instantly my attention was pulled away by a burning below my stomach. This was the first time I had really felt any discomfort. A burning seared through my lower abdomen as I watched the area below my stomach grow slightly. Oh my gosh! That must be my uterus… holy cow! This is wild! My inside twisted and turned as I could somehow feel an emptiness stretch up from my crotch and I was connected to muscles I never knew I had before. I flexed them a couple times before…

A heat began to radiate from two spots the the left and right of where my now uterus was pushing slightly through my belly. The heat began to spread over my body. While the heat spread at an even pace, it felt like it was pooling around my hips and butt.

My changes started again. The same as before, but this time concentrated to my hips and rear. My hips quickly popped as they began to push out driving apart. I could feel my pelvis shifting, creating space inside of me for my new organs, as I could feel them settling into place within my body. It pushed itself wide and wider. My hip sockets popped and regrew as my legs angled adjusting to their new connection with my hips.

My nipples began to throb as I could feel the sensation building in my chest. My tiny nipples become puffy and pink. It’s like I’m going through years of female puberty in one go. All these changes making me a mature woman.

I looked back down at my hips and could see my thighs growing. The wide angle of my hips left a large gap between my thighs and new fat filled most, but not all of the gap. Slight cellulite formed on the back of my thighs.

My pelvis lurched forward with a crack and I grabbed the counter to stable myself. The new angle pushed my hips and butt back as my pubic bone tucked my opening down under my body. More fat began to form around my pronounced butt giving it a distinctly womanly shape. I pushed it out admiring my curves, they were thin, subtle, but my shape was definite and undeniable.

The sensation in my chest now had all of my attention. Small breasts has grown behind my nipples as my chest continued to rise. My areolas grew and stretched across the tops of the breasts as they continued their upward climb, beginning to sag slightly as they took on more mass.

This is a trip, I really look like a woman. Like all the way. My flat crotch is framed by wide hips and a round butt. I lifted my butt then dropped it watching it fall with a jiggle. How I loved watching a woman’s butt shake as I did her from behind her wide hips spread before me. Now I was the one with the soft butt and wide hips. I looked over my shoulder in the mirror at how my hips went wide and my butt curved, making a slight shelf as it looked like it pulled into my crotch. I leaned forward slightly looking at my new lips. Wild. That thing is a part of me.

I turned to the side to look at my profile. Again I shook my butt, but then looked over my soft stomach, slightly pushed out by my uterus. My thin girly arms. My frame absent of muscle. It looked like my boobs stopped growing too. They were maybe average size. I cupped them in my soft hands. They felt nice. Though it was odd feeling hands on my breasts for a change. They were fun to play with, I mean they were boobs right? I lifted them, squished them, shook them all the things I liked about boobs, only now they were on my chest. Would this get old? Will I get to play with them everyday? Is it natural to play with your own boobs? I hope so.

Woah… The sensation which I had mostly forgotten about playing with my boobs entered my head. Oh gosh this is intense! I instantly realized what was going on! I was my ovaries burning flooding my body with estrogen! Alien sensations entered my brain.

My whole body burned and I felt the connections to every part of me deepening. I couldn’t even comprehend what was going on. It just felt like a nest of fire ants invaded my brain. I winced in pain as the room spun. I needed to lay down, I stumbled back to the bed. Stepping loudly as my uneven steps thudded across the carpeted floor of the bedroom.

I collapsed on the bed laying on my back picking a single spot on the ceiling to stop the room from spinning. I breathed deep trying to keep up with the burning, but a new sensation took my attention. This one was more uncomfortable than the burning. And somehow it was getting worse. It was coming from just below my stomach, right between my ovaries. Right where my… uterus is… The connection was almost instant. The Facebook post… I’m pregnant!

Tears welled in my eyes! Not just from the rapidly increasing pain, but from joy! I’m going to be a mom! This is so exciting! Wiping tears from my cheeks I grit my teeth as the pain from my expanded uterus increased. I looked down as it continued to expand quickly blocking the view of my crotch. My beautiful belly growing my child. This was all I had ever wanted since I was a little girl. Slowly the pain subsided as the growth stopped. I placed my hand on my belly. Feeling my bump. “I love you” I whispered.

The turning of the door knob startled me! I thought I was home alone. In walked Tim! He was naked and carrying a cup of coffee! I looked over his handsome body, his strong muscles, his cute butt, and his penis flopping between his legs with each step. My pregnancy hormones took me on a 180 from tears of joy to extremely horny.

“Babe are you OK?” Tim asked, seeing the remnants of tears on my cheeks. He wiped them gently with the edge of the sheet.

“We're going to have a baby!” I said as tears started up again. My emotions were all a mix. I wanted to cry while he held me one moment, then the next I wanted him to absolutely destroy me with his rock hard dick. Choking me, treating me like an object, ripping my pussy apart.

“Yes, we certainly are.” He smiled as he touched my cheek. “Happy Mother’s day Andrea.” He handed me a card and set down the cup of coffee.

The card was beautiful. ‘To my Wife…’ it started. I loved these sappy cards, and he always knew the best ones to pick.

More tears. “Thank you honey. I love you.” I reached up and kissed him.

“I love you too” He replied. “Now, time for me to cheer you up.”

“Wha? I couldn’t be happier. What do you…” I stopped as Tim pushed my legs apart crawling in between them. I knew exactly where he was going. Like a short through my core my pussy began to tingle, in fact it's all I could think of.

My horny side was completely in control as I saw his face between my legs. I could feel myself rapidly growing wet in anticipation. Just stab me with your tongue Tim. I need it so bad. I just bit my lip to control my trembling as I watched him, waiting. I could feel his breath on my lips. Seconds felt like minutes. I was insatiable.

Then with one big lick I felt his tongue between my lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain. His tongue came back a second time, then pushed into me. He is so good at this its like he has a map to all my spots! Plus he hasn’t shaved. I love feeling his scruff against my sensitive skin. It’s so manly. My eyes rolled back as I tightly gripped the sheets. This was incredible as his tongue circled my clit. He sucked on it gently and I couldn’t hold back. My pussy flooded as I moaned loudly. My body felt like it was floating as I fully went limp.

“Baby… I need you. I want you inside of me so bad.” I pleaded. I wanted him to fill me.

“With this?” Tim asked as he held up his rock hard 100% erection.

“Please baby.” I was desperate. I needed it to penetrate me.

“You need to cum once more for me.” Tim said as he dove right back in and started licking and sucking away at my pussy. My orgasm built once again as I worked my hips trying to get there as fast as possible.

Soon I was in heaven again. I felt like I actually levitated as I came. And to think he hadn’t even entered me yet.

“That’s it! I need you in me NOW!” I commanded flipping on to my hands and knees feeling my juices drip from my swollen opening. Tim didn’t say anything but I soon felt the throbbing head of his dick against my lips. Thank heavens. I couldn’t have gone another second. Moving my hips I felt his head slide through my slick lips until he sunk slightly into me. Right where I want him. I love this moment, the moment when I am still tight, knowing my big husband is about to stretch me out.

I pushed my hips back feeling myself stretch around him. We went slow at first allowing me to accept his size. No matter how many times we had done this it was always a little tight at the start. Slowly I stretched myself out. He felt huge inside of me. His head was even firmer than it normally is. Holy cow! I love when he is like this! So dominant. I felt his hands on my hips as he pulled me into him. His balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. I watched my boobs flop like globs in a lava lamp as my insides were rearranged.

“Pull my hair!” I yelled as his strong hands worked their way through my hair and grabbed on tightly. “YESS!” I loved it. Him yanking by head back got him just that much deeper. “Give it to me Tim!” I was so ready for him to cum. I love him cumming in me. Filling me up. Ugh! I wish I could get pregnant again and again. I just want to keep having babies!

“Oh Andrea!” Tim moaned. “You are so sexy” I could feel him starting to twitch. I loved hearing my name and him calling me sexy. I rocked my hips, just the way he likes it. “Ohhhhh!!” He moaned as I felt the first of the blasts of his cum erupt inside of me.

I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew Tim was putting on clothes and I was on my back. I could feel the juices leaking from me. I think Tim said he was going to shower. I didn’t know. My ears rang, my head spun. I just lay in my post-coital haze. Reveling in the moment. I pulled a strand of hair from my face sinking deeper into the bed. My pussy gently throbbed to my heartbeat, slowing down as my excitement slowly faded. My husband sure knows how to treat his wife.

I reached for my nightstand, first sliding my ring on. I loved it, ever since Tim proposed to me it never lost its shine and I felt the same way each time I looked at it. The way it sparkled in the light gave me a flashback to Tim dropping to one knee to propose. I had never been so happy.

I still had to text Emily back! Shoot!

I typed as fast as I could. ‘Hey Sorry! We got… occupied.’ Alluding to my romp with Tim. I liked sharing my sex life with Emily. It was something we could always bond over. Without her help I don’t know if I would have survived our wedding night. I was so clueless about how a man works.

Emily: Lol! You know you can only have one baby at a time right Have you eaten yet! I have the best idea for breakfast!

Breakfast does sound good. I am starving. Eating for two if a full time job. ‘I could literally eat a horse!’

Emily: Come ASAP! And wear your black leggings with a white long sleeve. I want to do photos!

“TIM!” I yelled. Hurry up! The Simmons are ready for us! He stepped out of the bathroom toweling off. As he moved the towel I caught glimpses of different parts of his naked body. Oh my gosh he is sexy! Instantly I was wet. This pregnancy thing has me all spun up. Too bad we had to go. Otherwise I might just pounce on him.

I quickly showered then walked into my closet to get dressed. Hanging up my body towel I admired my bump. I didn’t know if I would be self conscious through my pregnancy as I started to grow. But It made me feel divinely feminine. Like this is the reason God created me. My hips, my breasts, my bump, all designed for my purpose of bringing life into this world.

I wiggled into my thong, even though it was starting to get a little too tight for me. Then squeezed into my new maternity leggings pulling the top over my bump. Bra and white shirt, a couple quick adjustments and I was done. Now for some makeup and we can finally go.

I quickly went into my makeup supply and started putting my face on. I wanted to be cute if we were going to take photos. Nothing too crazy, just some cover up, a splash of blush, then hit my eyebrows and eyelashes quick and done. Soon we were in the car and Tim drove us on our way.

I couldn’t wait to see my bestie! As soon as Tim parked I flung the door open and sprinted out. Emily opened the door and I flew into her arms giving her a big hug! Our bumps touched and it was like a spark. She was the closest thing to a sister I had ever had.

“OH MY GOSH!” She backed up and looked at me. “GIRL! You look incredible!”

I loved the compliment. “Thanks! You look amazing!” She really did. She was keeping up with her hair and her boobs were really filling out. A twinge of jealousy passed through me. I hope mine grow like that.

Behind us David and Tim shook hands “Garage?” David asked.

“Yup.” Tim replied.

“Party poopers!” Emily joked at them.

“Yeah! Don’t want to hear all about what your wives are going through to carry YOUR children. YOU did this to us!” I teased. They really have no idea how much it takes to grow another human being inside of your body. Like they think they just knock us up and 9 months later out pops a baby.
“Ugh… Men…” Emily perfectly captured our sentiment as we watched our husbands walk off the to garage already talking about some project David was working on. “Ok. they’re gone. Are you ready for the best breakfast ever! I have literally had the worst cravings all morning.”

I had actually had a pretty good couple of days for cravings, but now listening to Emily my body picked up on her energy. I just wanted to stuff my face with anything salty, anything creamy. My stomach growled again and I felt like a fiend.

Emily pulled out a large tub of chocolate ice cream. My growing excitement paused as Emily put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to quietly follow her. We tiptoed to her purse where she pulled out a dozen McDonald’s hash brown patties.

“You’re so bad!” I whispered to her as she smiled mischievously. Honestly I just wanted to shove them into my mouth. I’m sure I could eat all of them at this point. She should have gotten some burgers too.

Emily pulled out her blender, scooped huge amounts of ice creams into it then ripped up the hashbrowns throwing them in. “Ready for the secret ingredient?” She asked, but I wondered how she could contain herself. I just wanted to dig in. But she reached into the fridge and pulled out a container of baby dills. Why did it have to be penis shaped? My mind flashed to Tim.

She started blending the ice cream and hash browns, pouring the pickle juice into the mix to provide some liquid. She dropped a couple in and ground them into a disgusting brown mixture. Then she tasted in and handed me the full blender. This was all for me? She pulled out a new bowl for the blender and started making her own. Holy cow! No wonder she had gained weight! 6 hashbrowns and all that ice cream! I hope it goes straight to my boobs.

She finished her shake and we said cheers. I was apprehensive. The brown clumpy mixture was disgusting. But I couldn’t resist the briny smell. I began to gulp it down. This was the best thing ever.

How lucky was I to have a friend like Emily. Soon the men came back from the garage. David carried Ben and I could tell he was getting tired.

“Let’s get some photos, I think we have a sleepy one.” David said. We started to organize ourselves for the pictures.

“Oh wait!” Emily picked something up from behind the sofa. “This is for us to hold.”

“Happy Mother’s Day!” David smiled as he took our picture.