“Whoops, uh, honey? I think I dropped the medallion…” I said with fake surprise. “Guess your boobs are mine now,” I said, trying to sound disappointed.
“Don’t worry honey, it’s okay,” she sounded too okay with this. “I may have forgotten to tell you, but the pregnancy test was positive, so this is kind of a relief.”
I hadn’t thought this through.
Ever since my younger brother Nick found out he had second puberty he’s become really annoying. He started turning into a girl, and as if that wasn’t awkward enough he figured out he could just get what he wants by acting like a spoiled baby.
My sister warned me not to mess with her or make fun of her, but I never listened. One day, I saw that she was on her phone taking a selfie, and I told her she looked stupid while doing it. She got really mad.
“Au revoir Monsieur!” I squeaked to the man leaving his hotel room. He ignored me save for a brief glance and a knowing smile. I curtsied to him as he turned a corner, leaving the hotel, probably forever. *Chase after him! Go!* I thought in a panick, but outwardly I simply smiled, turned on the vacuum cleaner and continued cleaning. I was once that man, a successful man with a life and a future. I couldn’t accept that I’d been reduced to a bubbly french maid, but I had no choice.
Megan Love Rubbing was a happy woman and girlfriend to Randy Dixon. When they got married eventually, of course Megan’s full name became Megan Love Dixon. If she even kept her last name it would have been Megan Rubbing-Dixon. She thought she would just go by Megan Dixon, and be done with hit, no one really needed her middle name anyway.
Funny how wishes are misinterpreted most of the time. When my aunt passed away, I inherited her wishing stone. I thought about wishing to be wealthy, or having the perfect girlfriend, you know, the usual stuff. I knew exactly how the stone worked. My aun had thought me well. I knew that for every wish I made for myself, I had to previously had made a wish for some one in need. She never told me what she had wished before, but I knew she had only used the stone once.
“You’re going or you plan to stand there all day?” Zoey was becoming impatient. “Yeah, it’s not like you can hide forever. You have to go out” Natalie tried to encourage her friend. “But… Do i really have to wear this?” Gary slowly stuck his head outside. “Come on, it’s perfectly fine for you to wear such clothes” Zoey said and went closer. She grabbed his hand and pulled him outside. Garry tried to resist but it was hard to do so in high heels. “See, it didn’t hurt” Zoey smiled. “I feel like a pervert” Gary complained, he really felt embarrassed wearing a skirt in public. “How many times we have to go through this? You’re a girl now and it’s normal for girls to wear skirts” Natalie said. “But i was a guy a week ago” Gary cried. “And now you’re a girl. Listen to me, you have to accept it. There is no way out form this. Your name is Grace. You’re a beautiful and stunning young woman and you should be proud of it” Zoey said. “Now let’s go to the bar. You’re going to chill out and get used to show your new form in public. Maybe you will meet some new people” Natalie took hm by the arm. “Trust me, it will be fun” Zoey smiled and they went towards the nearest bar. “Ugh, this is going to be such a pain” Gary groaned as the two girls guided him.
“I think you’re about ready…” Andi said uncomfortably as I looked at her large belly. I had watched over the past few months as she grew bigger and bigger, and now after nine months, she was ready to travel back to the past, and give birth…to me. She pushed the button on the device, and traveled back 25 years…
In an instant she had returned, but I could tell it had been a while for her. For one, her clothes had changed: when she left she had been wearing a black bra and purple panties, but now she was fully clothed. On top of that, her belly seemed much smaller now, though still seemed swelled a bit.
“Well, what happened?” I asked hurriedly.
“A-a…different couple…adopted you…” she said, panting. As she said it, my memories began to change. I couldn’t remember my father or mother at all, now they were new people, but new people I remembered like my parents. I had all new memories.
Andi still stood before me at least, so not everything was different. I walked over to her and gave her a big hug, my large boobs squeezing against her body. Everything wasn’t all right, but it was good enough…
I want to know how it’s possible for this to be happening. I want to know why I’m not the man I was before you gave me that beer. I want to know why I did not hesitate to take your cock into my mouth as soon as you presented it to me. I want to know what the breasts swaying beneath my shirt look like. I want know what this cock will feel like in the new aching void between my legs.
“I am your mother, and you will do as I say!”