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//***********************************// Please note that this is the first story that I have ever written for Fictionmania. It's a story that has been swirling in my head for several years, and I finally started putting it down. This is Chapter One of a multi-chapter story, so I would greatly appreciate any feedback and thoughts of whether I should continue. Thank you! Stephanie //***********************************// As bizarre tales often do, this one started innocently enough. It started with a conversation held over dinner by close friends on an otherwise uninteresting Saturday night in February. "You're pregnant? That's great news!" Jessica said, positively gushing. "How far along are you?" "Six weeks, we think," Stephanie said, responding with a wan smile that clearly lacked the positive emotion displayed by her closest friend and confidant. "I took the test twice, and it came back pretty clear. I'm going to see the doctor next week." Pete sat next to Stephanie and nodded his approval. "It's a boy - I just know it. I can't wait to take him to the back yard and play football. It's going to be great!" I looked around the table, not realizing that my next comment would set in motion a course of events that would clearly change my life forever. Pete and Stephanie Martin were our best friends - I had known Pete for over fifteen years and was with Pete when he first back Stephanie at a concert at the Red Rocks Ampitheater outside of Denver, Colorado. One of those group setup type things. Similarly, Pete and Stephanie were my confidants during the early stages of Jessica's and my relationship, and I firmly believe that Jessica and I wouldn't be dating today if it wasn't for their advice. As we all dated, Stephanie and Jessica became close friends, and now we did virtually everything together. Unfortunately, as a result of this close relationship, I could read my friends' expressions and emotions as if they were my own. "Gosh, for someone who just found out they're about to have a baby, you don't seem all that excited, Steph." Pete's face darkened. Jessica's smile quickly faded. All eyes went immediately to Stephanie. She sighed and bowed her head slightly. "I know." She pushed the food around on her plate with her fork, not looking at any of us. Everyone's eyes remained fixed on her. "And I am excited. Very excited. You know that I've - we've..." she said, looking at Pete. Pete grabbed her hand and she squeezed it tightly. "...We've always wanted to have a baby, and we've been trying for a few months. I wanted to tell you, Jess, but I was afraid that I'd jinx it." Jess smiled and nodded knowingly, as only girls seem to know how to do. "It's not the baby that I'm upset about. It's the pregnancy. I'm not sure I can handle it. I'm just not mentally prepared to go through all that." Jess again nodded, looking at Stephanie as if they were sharing some odd and conspiratorial secret. One which I obviously didn't share, as I couldn't believe what she was saying. "Are you kidding me?" I responded with more than a little passion. "Do you realize how lucky you really are? You have the opportunity to do something that no man could ever do no - create a new life! It's the most amazing and miraculous thing in the world!" I was waving my hands animatedly to emphasize my point. "Hell, I'd give my right arm for the opportunity to experience it, but I can't!" Jess looked at me with a surprised expression. "Wow, Scott, I never knew you felt that way. Do you want me to talk to my OB and see if there's anything we can do? I'd be happy to give it over to you when we're ready." She was smiling as she said it, and I knew she was joking, but there was genuine surprise in her voice. "Damn, man, I always knew you were gay," Pete said, "but I never knew HOW gay." He was smiling too. "Hey, lay off, man. I know you've thought it too." No reaction from Pete. "Seriously, it's the great divider between men and women. For all the perceived privileges that men may or may not have in this world, this is the one thing that we can never obtain, and I'd argue that it's the biggest. Believe me, it's been debated in all the great literary works dating back to Ovid's Metamorphosis. The age old question of who has it better - men or women." Pete rolled his eyes. "Here goes the Classic Literature major again. Good to see you're putting those classes to use." Stephanie looked at Pete with a slightly angered expression but I swear I saw a glint in her eye. "Knock it off Pete." She then turned the same expression to me. "So you think it's great, huh? Well, did those authors ever write about morning sickness, or constant exhaustion, or painful breasts, or hemorrhoids? How about gaining an incredible amount of weight and being forced to carry it around, or forced bed rest, or disgusting food cravings? How about not being able to have anything to drink for the next nine months?" She pointed at her wine glass, which remained untouched. Jessica nodded. "No doubt. That would be the hardest part. I couldn't do it!." She laughed, obviously trying to make light. I raised my hands in mock defense. "Listen, I didn't mean to make you upset. All I'm saying is that, if I could, I'd love to be in your position. I think it's the greatest gift in all the world.." After a bit more banter, the conversation shifted to other topics. We had several toasts to celebrate Pete and Stephanie's exciting news. While Stephanie diligently sipped her sparkling water, the three of us continued to put back our drinks, which for me involved several vodka tonics. Perhaps too many, because by the time the dinner had finished I was heavily buzzed. I could feel no pain, although I couldn't help but notice that every once in a while Stephanie would look at me with the same odd glint in her eye. After dinner Pete and I snuck downstairs to watch the football game while the girls cleaned the kitchen and talked upstairs. Every once in a while an excited burst would come from Jessica, and Pete and I knew they were again talking about the baby. Pete looked at me. "You realize you won't be far behind. You'll have a bun in the oven in no time." "I know - for sure." Little did I know that truer words were never spoken. Just then Stephanie called down the stairs. "Pete? Do you mind taking Jessica to the store to get another bottle of wine? We're out of white." Pete hollered back. "Sure, no problem. Scott and I will go - that way Jess can stay with you." A response from upstairs. "No, she wants to pick it out. Why don't you two go - you'll be back in 10 minutes. I'll keep Scott company." Pete shrugged, knowing I didn't mind. I was into the game anyway. He stood up, brushed off some unknown substance from his jeans, and stomped up the stairs. I wandered to the basement bar to fix another drink as upstairs I heard the garage door open and shut. I was just putting the ice in my glass when... "Scott?" I jumped, almost dropping my glass. "Jeez, Steph, you almost scared me to death!" I turned around, and she was standing right behind me, a slight smile on her face. In my half-drunken state, I eyed Stephanie carefully. I saw for the millionth time what a beautiful woman she was. She had dazzling blue eyes, dirty blond hair that fell in a wave below her shoulders, and prominent, beautiful lips. Angelia Jolie type lips. Her make-up always looked perfect, and always accented her beautiful features. Don't get me wrong. Jessica was beautiful, and she was the love of my life, but neither of us would hesitate to admit that Stephanie was on a completely different level of beauty - the kind of face that you'd expect to see on a magazine cover. I forced myself not to look down, so that Stephanie wouldn't catch on that I was checking her out. In all honesty, I had seen Stephanie naked three times, each time involving quite a bit of alcohol and some form of dare or joke, so I knew that her 5' 3" frame held perfect C-cup breasts, a small and extremely toned waists, and legs that a Victoria's Secret model would envy. In short she was a spectacular sight, and I would be lying if I didn't admit that I fantasized about being with her from time to time. What can I say? I'm human. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Again, the glint. Again, the coy expression. "Of course, Steph. How you doing? Are you still mad at me?" "Oh my gosh, no." She sighed and sat down, carefully crossing her legs since she was wearing a short miniskirt. "I wasn't mad at you. At any of you. It's just that the hormones are causing me to go crazy." "Yeah, I hear that can happen." I sat down too. The room was spinning a bit, and again the taboo fantasies were entering my head. I forced them out of my mind and worked to focus on her face as opposed to her body. It's terrible, I know, but again I'm a human breathing male! "So listen, the comments you made earlier. Were you being serious?" "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about you thinking being pregnant is such a gift. That it's something that you'd love to experience. That it's a once-in-a- lifetime opportunity." I looked at her and no longer saw a sexual object. I saw a small girl - no, a great friend - who was obviously scared and in need of some compassion and reinforcement. I took her hand in mine and squeezed slightly. "Absolutely I'm serious. You don't realize how lucky you are. You should enjoy every day of this experience, as I bet it'd be over before you know it." She paused, looked at me intensely, and then looked down. She spoke so softly that I almost missed what she said. "What if you had that opportunity? Would you take it?" The room started to tilt a bit. I definitely had had too much vodka, but it was Saturday night, and my house was a short walk away. I shook my head slightly. "What do you mean?" Steph looked up at me. "I'm serious, Scott. Would you do it?" I laughed, nervously at first, but then far more sincerely. "Sure I would. I'd do it in a second. But last time I checked, that's not exactly possible. It's the whole birds and the bees thing." Steph smiled as well. "Oh, I know, but miracles can happen. I just was curious if you'd take the opportunity if it was presented to you." With a sincerity that can be felt only after a half bottle of vodka was drank, I said, "Stephanie, I know you're scared about going through this pregnancy. I know you're dreading all the bad things. And I mean this when I say it - if there was any way that I could carry that baby for you, taking all the good with the bad, I would do it. I'd do it as a friend, and I'd do it because I think it's the greatest thing on Earth that a human being can do." "Are you sure?" I leaned back, looking at her strangely. However, I answered with what I felt would make her feel better. "Yes, you bet I would. In a second." Her smile got wide. "Oh, thank you Scott! I just knew you'd say yes! I knew it all along!" She leaned forward to hug me, and I subtly drank in the smell of her flowery perfume. She whispered in my ear, "Don't freak out when you wake up tomorrow. I'll be there first thing to talk to you." "What?" I looked up, but she was already halfway up the stairs, I heard the door open, and Pete and Jess entered noisily, Jessica laughing at something Peter had said. "Did you get the wine?" Stephanie called up the stairs in a sing-song voice, and I turned my focus back to the game, already having forgotten the strange conversation that I just had. Within minutes, I had passed out on the couch. The next thing I remembered was waking up with a pounding headache. Light was streaming through the windows, and I opened my eyes a small squint. All I saw was a blur of cover. I groaned slightly - more of a whimper. I shut my eyes, rolling over on my pillow to block out the light. The lavender scent from the sheets filled my nostrils - a scent I loved because it reminded me of fresh flowers - and a clump of my hair got in my mouth. I brushed it off and tucked it behind my ear, lightly scratching my cheek with my manicured nail. I shifted again, but the pinch of my breast between my arm and the bed sent a sharp pain throughout my body. "What the hell?" I thought, as my eyes shot open, confused thoughts running through my mind. I don't have breasts! I don't have nails! And I don't love lavender! At first, all I saw was light. A brief wave of nausea shot through me but fortunately it quickly ebbed. My eyes adjusted, and I looked at the far wall, where a replica print of a Colorado landscape hung in a simple frame. The walls were painted a warm green color, and a gas fire in the fireplace crackled softly. I didn't know where I was at first. The room looked familiar but foreign at the same time. I was completely disoriented. Then I remembered my breasts. I looked down. And screamed. "What the fuck?" I pushed the tan sheets with the lavender scent off my body and looked at myself. I definitely had breasts - they were poking out from a sheer negligee that I was wearing. I could see the edge of the panties I was wearing a little further down my body, and the outline of an hourglass shape that shouldn't have been at my waist. Instinctually, I grabbed my crotch, and felt a void where there should have been mass. "What the hell is going on? What the HELL is going on?" I was rapidly getting more and more hysterical. That's when I heard a deep voice coming from the corner. "Scott, calm down." My writing and shouting and swearing stopped quickly, and my eyes shot to the corner of the room. There I saw a man, a young man, sitting on an occasional chair in the corner. He was smiling. "Who are you?" I shouted, grabbing sheets and covering myself up without thinking. "What are you doing in my room?" I started crab crawling backwards on the bed, pushing myself against the headboard in panic. My mind wasn't working properly, instead operating on a sort of panicked instinct. The smile grew wider. "You don't recognize me? Don't you even recognize yourself?" "What the f.." My voice trailed off as I continued to stare at the stranger. Slowly, awareness dawned on me. I did recognize the man standing in the corner. Although most people, if not all, don't have the opportunity to experience this, it's an interesting fact that most people wouldn't recognize themselves if they passed their twin on the street. Although we all look at our reflection ,and at pictures, of ourselves every day, we don't actually absorb what we look at if we were suddenly presented with our own body from a distance. As I was at that point in time. So it took some time for me to realize that I was looking at my own body sitting in the chair. "Wha...wha...what is going on? Who are you?" "I'm Stephanie, or Scott now, I guess," the man responded, still smiling. He stood up, his 6'4" frame towering over the bed. "I owe you an explanation. Why don't you get dressed and meet me in the kitchen?" "Uh, OK," I said, dazedly rubbing my throat. I heard my higher, sing- song voice for the first time, and it sounded, well, odd. I watched as the man that said he was Stephanie / Scott leave the room. Without thinking, I slowly drew the sheets down and stepped out of the bed. My mind blank from a combination of confusion, headache, and mild nausea, I padded over to the closet, grabbed my pink robe, and threw it over my shoulders. Threading my arms through, I tied the sash and slipped on my matching pink slippers that I bought on sale at Nordstrom's. I walked out of the room and down the stairs, feeling like I was dreaming. "That's it," I thought, walking from the stairs to the kitchen, "I must be dreaming!" I turned the corner and stepped into the eating area. Immediately I was hit with an overwhelming smell like nothing I've ever experienced. It wasn't necessarily a bad smell, but it was so overpowering that my head, and stomach, started to spin even further. Before I knew what was happening, I was running across the kitchen to the powder bath and violently getting sick in the toilet. As I threw up, I could feel my breasts swaying loosely and a dripping wetness in my underwear. Oh my God, I peed my pants! The nausea passed as quickly as it came and I stood up. Shuffling over to the sink, my first thought was that this was the most vivid dream I had ever experienced. I could actually taste the bile in my mouth and feel the dampness in my pants. Crazy! I looked in the mirror for the first time and almost dropped to the floor again. Staring back at me, reflected in the mirror, was Stephanie. No makeup, her hair disheveled, her eyes puffy - but still beautiful Stephanie. Her eyes were wide with surprise and she was breathing quickly. A milky white breast was sticking out of the pink robe, with half a dark nipple showing. I shook my head, and Stephanie's head shook along with me. I couldn't believe it, and my mind simply refused to process it. "You all right in there?" The same deep voice, this time from the kitchen. I took a deep breath, forced myself to break away from the mirror, and took a long sip of water. Spitting it back out in the sink, I opened the door to the bathroom and re-entered the kitchen. "Yeah, I think so." I was hit by that smell again, and the nausea quickly returned, rolling through my stomach in waves. "What in God's name is that horrible smell?" "Coffee. Pregnant women have sensitive noses, and sometimes certain odors can make you feel a bit sick. I should have thought of that." "Pregnant? Women? What are you talking about?" Obviously, the feeling of breasts swaying under the robe, the feeling of wet panties pressing against my flat crotch, and the feeling of long hair swaying against my shoulders hadn't registered yet. "What I'm talking about is you, Scott. Or really, Stephanie. You need to adjust to your new name." "Stephanie? Who?" I looked around, realization starting to dawn. I now knew where I was - I was still in Pete and Stephanie's house. I woke up in their bedroom, I put on a robe in their closet. I walked down their stairs, and threw up in their toilet. I was now standing in their kitchen. Looking around, I realized why everything looked different. I was viewing the room from another angle, one which was about sixteen inches lower than what I was accustomed to. Not only was I standing in Jessica's body, I was Jessica's height. The cabinets, the sink, the countertops - they all appeared to be significantly higher but in reality it was just that I was shorter. My head still pounding, my stomach rolling with nausea, my breasts (my breasts!) pulsing uncomfortably, I flopped in a chair and put my head in my hands. "Oh my god, can you just please tell me what is going on?" The man - Scott, I guess, although I was still coming to terms with that - came over and sat down next to me. He voice was soft and gentle. I felt his hand on my shoulder. It felt big. "Do you remember our conversation last night?" My mind thought back. Memories were coming in a bit fuzzy, but I did remember. Fixing a drink, turning around, seeing Stephanie. Sitting on the couch. Talking about the baby. Oh my God, the baby! I looked up quickly, fighting back the nausea. "Stephanie, what did you do?" My voice was thick with accusation. "Um, you should call me Scott now. You're going to be forced to in a bit anyway." Noting my confused expression, he replied, "Stephanie, let me explain." Standing up, the new Scott began to pace. "What I'm going to tell you is a bit hard to believe. Honestly, I didn't quite believe it myself." Feeling my new nipples rubbing against the silk fabric of my pink robe, running my perfectly manicured hands slowly through my long hair, I started to laugh. "Believe it? Trust me, I'll believe anything right now." Scott stopped. "Yeah, I guess your right." He laughed hesitantly. "Anyway, yesterday afternoon, I was walking through Washington Park. I had just found out that I was pregnant. I was pretty freaked out, as you could tell last night." I watched him as he continued to pace, but didn't say anything. "I couldn't help but think about what I was about to go through. As I got near the lake, I suddenly felt a tapping on my shoulder." Scott sat down, grabbing my hand. I had a sudden flashback to our conversation on the couch the night before, but this time the roles were bizarrely reversed. I was now the one who's hand was being held. Scott continued. "I was surprised to see an old woman. Friendly looking enough, but with the rags she was wearing, I thought she was homeless. I actually grabbed my purse and reached in for some money to give her when she raised a hand." "I won't bore you with all the details, but the bottom line is that she said she was a white witch, and that she ould help me with my plight. She said that she could help me to have my baby without my having to suffer for it, if I could find someone who was willing." Scott let go of my hand but kept sitting. His voice was gaining confidence, strength. I was staring at him directly now, not noticing that I was playing with my own long hair. I crossed my legs high on the knee and tugged on the bottom of my robe to insure it wasn't drawing too high on my thigh. "She told me that she had the ability to grant me a wish. Specifically, I could transfer my pregnancy over to someone else, someone who would be willing to care for the baby. I know it sounds stupid, and I can't explain it, but looking at her, I completely and utterly believed her. I just knew that she radiated true magic." "Stupid? Doesn't seem stupid now..." I said, my voice trailing off. I was slowly relaxing and coming to grips with the fact that this wasn't a dream. I was Stephanie, sitting at my table, across from Scott who used to be me. I was still confused, but I was growing calm. "Anyway, I came home, and started thinking about my options. You guys were coming over to dinner, and I had to get everything ready for that. Besides, if I could pick anyone to carry my baby, it would be Jessica. You know how much I love you guys." "OK, that makes sense. Jessica would love to do that, and she's a girl. She's perfect for the job. How'd I end up waking up looking like this?" "Well, it was funny," Scott explained. "When I told you guys that I was pregnant, I was studying Jessica, and it was obvious that she was really excited for me, but I also sensed hesitation in her. I could tell that she wasn't ready yet. Same as me." Scott rubbed his eyes and stretched. "Then you started going on and on about what a miraculous gift the birth of a child is, and you seemed so excited, that I was immediately drawn to you. I think it was part of the magic." "Part of the magic? Did you stop to think about the fact that I am a guy? A man?" "You were, Stephanie. Just look down and I think you'll find that's no longer the case." I looked down without thinking and again eyed my breasts creating a curvaceous shape in my pink robe. I subconsciously tied the robe a bit tighter. Scott was watching as well. "Stephanie, I asked you last night if you would like to experience the process of pregnancy and childbirth and you said yes. I asked if you were sure, and you said yes again." "Yes, but I was drunk! And besides, I didn't think you were serious, for Christ's sake. I just thought you were talking smack." Scott nodded. Fair enough, Stephanie. But you did respond positively, and I think that deep down you meant it. After all, alcohol leads to the truth. In Vino Veritas, right? I thought of that phrase. Vino is wine. What is Veritas again? I couldn't remember. "Ah, it looks like the memory transfer is starting to kick in. I'm picking up your classics schooling in my mind now. In Vino Veritas is Latin for "From Wine, the Truth," Stephanie. In other words, after drinking enough, the truth will come out." "Regardless, after I got your agreement and you two left, I worked through the rest of the woman's instructions. She told me to write down the specifics of the wish on a piece of paper ,and then to read it aloud over a burning candle. I then had to read an incantation she gave me, which was in a language that felt and sounded older than anything I had ever heard. After I did that, I passed out, and next thing I knew I was sitting in the occasional chair, waiting for you to wake up. "Uh, OK. I think I understand. So you wished that we were each other? What exactly did you do, Scott?" "It was simple, really. I did make my wish very explicit, because I wanted to make this as easy on both of us as possible. Essentially, I asked that we switch bodies, and that you like through my pregnancy. However, I was very specific." Scott started to tick off fingers are he recanted each of the provisions of the wish. "First, I asked that we each live within each other's bodies until you give birth to a healthy baby. The moment that you give birth to the baby and it sounds its first cry, we will switch back. That way, you get to experience labor along with the pregnancy." "Oh, good, that's something to look forward to," I said sarcastically. "Exactly. Remember how excited you were last night? Second, I asked that we naturally have each other's mannerisms, habits, and interests. You will act instinctually as I did, from voice inflection to vocabulary to hand motions to coordination. I will do the same for you. You will be interested in what I was interested in, and I will inherit your passions." I looked down and saw how my legs were crossed. I hadn't even thought about it - it just happened. "Third, we will have access to each other's memories whenever we need it. However, to make it more fun, we'll keep all our old memories, and only gain each other's when we need it. Hopefully that will keep us from having any embarrassing moments!" I was confused. "What do you mean - memories when we need it?" Scott turned and looked at me. "Simple. What are you doing next Tuesday, Stephanie?" I responded without thinking. "Well, I have a big client meeting in the morning. We're pitching a multi-million dollar proposal. Then I'm meeting Amy and Susan for lunch. Why?" Scott nodded. "See? Those are Stephanie's plans for Tuesday. What did Lisa buy last week when you were at the mall?" Again I answered without hesitation. "A new A-line dress. It's black, with a tie-up bow in the back and a great..." I paused, covering my mouth with my hand. "Oh my God, that's so weird!" Scott smiled. "I know. I'm doing the same thing with your memories. They'll pop into your head when you need them." "OK, what else did you do?" "Fourth, I switched our sexual orientation. Sorry, but I had to, or Pete and Jessica would definitely wonder. Besides, how many times in life do you have an opportunity to experience sex from the other side?" He smiled with a sinister look. With the waves of nausea running through my gut, sex was the last thing on my mind, and sex with a man was even further. I blocked that out immediately. "What else?" "Mostly nuts and bolts stuff. You'll learn as you go. However, there's one key final provision that I thought would avoid any embarrassing slips." I sighed. "Can't wait to hear. What is it?" "Once I walk out the front door, you and I will never be able to speak of this again. Ever. As part of this spell, you and I will not be able to tell anyone about this switch, and we won't be able to speak about it to each other. We will respond to our natural names - you as Stephanie, me as Scott - and will only be able to refer to ourselves by this name. The only exception will be Amy Landris." "What do you mean that Amy is the exception?" "I figured that you might need an outlet, and I may need to get to you from time to time. Instead of contacting you directly, we can both speak openly about this arrangement with Amy, as long as no one else is within earshot. If there's any possibility of someone else hearing, then neither you, Amy, nor I will be able to talk about it. Make sense?" I threw my hands up. "Make sense? None of this makes sense. I'm just waiting to wake up from this entire nightmare!" "Trust me, you're as awake as you'll ever be, and I don't think you'll find it to be a nightmare. I think you're going to enjoy it. To make it easier, I set up as part of the spell to have Pete out of town this entire week on a business trip. He doesn't get back until Thursday night. This will give you time to adjust and sort things out. I did the same with Jess - she's gone until Thursday. Further, I set up for Amy to come over later today to talk to you, as I figured you'd need an ear." I looked at him imploringly. "Jesus, Scott, why did you do this? Do you realize how messed up this is? I know what I said last night, but I didn't really mean it. I don't want to be a girl, and I don't want to be pregnant!" Scott stared me straight in the eye. "Scott, I mean Stephanie, I know this is weird now, but I think you're really going to enjoy this. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience for both of us! Plus I added in some extra fun stuff to the wish that's going to make it even better for you." "What do you mean?" Scott had a conspiratorial expression. "Oh, you'll know. You'll get a feeling in your mind when the spell is kicking in. It's part of the magic." "Please, Ste...Scott, I beg you - please change us back right now!" "I can't, Steph. The way I wrote the wish, there's no way to switch us back until you give birth to a baby and you hear the first cry. Once you hear that, you'll be back in your own body. Until then, I suggest you enjoy this miraculous experience." Before I could respond, Scott stood up and rapidly walked to the front of the house. I started to follow. "Scott, wait!" He didn't turn around. Instead, he opened the door, stepped outside, and shut the door quickly behind him. I felt a tingle through my body, and intuitively knew that the silence provision of the spell had kicked in. I wouldn't be able to talk to Scott about this again.