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/*** The Greatest Miracle of Life, Chapter Two ***/
/*** Please be sure to read Chapter One first ***/
DAY ONE: SUNDAY, 8:30AM
I'm not sure how long I sat at the table, unmoving and without cognitive
thought. After all, this was quite a bit to process. It's not every
day that you wake up to discover that you've taken over your best
friend's wife body, and that you're stuck in that position until you
give birth to what was previously her unborn child. My mind was cycling
through trivial things, such as the fact that I wouldn't be going on the
big Vegas trip in March with my buddies (no girls allowed, after all,
and I'm just one of the girls now) and that I wouldn't have to worry
about the root canal surgery next week, since it was no longer my mouth.
I knew that I didn't have to complete the big report for my executive
team on the key gaps in our current product, which I was anxious about
because it was sure to be controversial and lead to significant
political battles within the company, and knew I wouldn't be playing
golf on Sunday with Pete. Scott would be doing all of that now.
At the same time, foreign thoughts were entering my mind without
warning, such as what I was going to make for the dinner party that Pete
was throwing for his boss and his boss's boss that upcoming Saturday,
and deciding that I needed to clean the bathroom as it had been over a
week. In reality, it was all a blur.
After a period of time, I realized that I had to get up and start what
would surely prove to be a bizarre day. I was noticing that in this new
body, with this newly conditioned mind, I wasn't comfortable sitting
around in my robe, unshowered and unkempt. I felt, well, gross. This
was the first notable deviation from my "Scott mindset", as I soon began
to think of it, where I could easily sit around all day on a Sunday in
my boxers, eating greasy take-out and watching the full array of NFL
games on DirecTV. Such a thought was surprisingly unappealing now.
First things first, I walked over to the counter to dump the coffee out
of the pot, which brought upon a fresh wave of nausea and the return of
my headache. It hit me that what I originally thought was a hangover
was actually the symptoms of good old fashioned morning sickness. Wow,
it is as bad as they say - it feels exactly like the stomach flu. 'Am I
going to have to put up with this for 9 months?' I thought as I reached
for the pot. Again, and not for the last time, I was struck by how high
the countertops were and how far the coffee pot seemed to be for my
reach.
After I took care of the pot and sipped on a glass of sparkling water
that I poured for myself, I dragged my body back upstairs. The water
tasted good, and was helping to relieve some of the sickness in my
stomach. A warm shower, with steam, sounded incredibly inviting.
I started the shower and again looked in the mirror. Ironically, I
recognized this reflection as well as my own, having spent so much time
with Stephanie in the past. It wasn't as shocking as I would have
expected to see her reflection staring back at me, which I suspected was
a result of the crazy spell that led to this situation. It didn't feel
natural, but it didn't feel unnatural either.
It was at this point that I truly became aware of the body that I now
inhabited. Still wearing the robe tightly cinched around my waist, I
studied my reflection carefully. Even without makeup, Stephanie (me,
now) was a beautiful woman. Her (my) eyes, nose, and mouth formed a
beautiful face framed by a full head of dirty blonde hair. My neck was
small and smooth, and it led down to a petite frame that held my breasts
and an impossibly tiny waist. I rubbed my hands up and down along the
sides of my body feeling the foreign curves and, in the back of mind,
mourning the loss of size and strength that I never appreciated before.
My hands themselves were long and slender, with a beautiful engagement
ring / wedding ring set on my left hand - the diamond sparkled in a
prism of color when it caught the light from the bathroom windows - and
with a set of elegantly manicured fingernails painted a deep burgundy
color.
I slowly grabbed the sash of my robe and pulled the knot loose. The
robe fell open, exposing my panties and my legs. I saw that I was
wearing simple panties. Nothing erotic or particularly revealing, but
for the first time I focused on the sensation of the tightly bound
underwear pressing against that part of my body. It was certainly
different than the feeling of wearing boxers, and the vacant feeling
down there was impossible to ignore. I saw my legs, and immediately
thought that I needed to shave. What a foreign thought.
I pulled off my robe and my panties, not looking down to my crotch just
yet. It was easier to just step into the shower and begin to clean up.
Reacting on instinct, I surprised myself numerous times with how natural
the process felt - washing this new body, wetting my long hair,
shampooing and conditioning it with a product that smelled like
flowers. The feelings in my body were definitely more acute, and I
rapidly recognized that the female body, overall, is much more sensitive
than a man's. My breasts continued to ache dully, as they did this
morning, and my new mind immediately told me that this was also a
symptom of pregnancy, as they are preparing for the critical female task
of breast feeding the baby. Again, what an odd thought.
Due to the kindness of the spell, the whole process, from showering to
shampooing to shaving went off without a hitch. It wasn't foreign or
confusing or painful, and once I was done I felt much better. The
nausea was reduced to a very dull roar, and the headache was all but
gone. I stepped out and grabbed a towel, again noticing how much more
sensitive my skin was to tactile sensations.
Slipping back on my robe, I stepped over to the vanity counter - again,
without real thought - and surveyed the tools at my disposal. Pausing,
I smiled, and thought for the first time that this actually would be an
interesting experience, as how many men (other than some actors and, I
guess, transvestites) have the opportunity to experience the fine art of
beautification...the mystical transformation that a woman goes through
each day to change her look to match her mood and her plans for the day.
I knew just what had to be done, as it was somehow imprinted in my
brain, and I got to work, starting with lotion and foundation.
Twenty minutes later, the novelty of this process had wore off, and it
started to become a real chore. Did Stephanie expect that I would go
through this every day? The makeup, the creams, the blow dryer? What a
headache! I felt a strong pang of envy for Scott, knowing how I used to
make it from bed to fully dressed in seven minutes flat. However, the
difference was definitely and clearly noticeable, and I saw a beautiful
face start to emerge as I worked on my eyes, cheeks, lips, and hair.
Perhaps it was worth it after all, and I started to feel a sense that I
was ready to face this new, crazy world.
Moving over to the closet, I started to consider my options. After
considering for a brief and fleeting moment that I could have some fun
trying on some of Stephanie's sexier outfits (and believe me, there were
plenty), I focused on the practical and selected a basic bra and panty
set, followed by a simple pink and white pullover sweater and
fashionable jeans. Since it was winter, I found myself putting some
pink socks on as well. I didn't know what it was with girls and pink,
but it felt cute (yes, that's the only way I could describe how I felt
at that time, which I didn't fail to notice was a decidedly feminine
thought). I bounced off the bed, immediately noticing that the bra made
my breasts feel more comfortable and contained, and walked back
downstairs.
Being a Sunday, there wasn't anything pressing to do, but I was viewing
the house with a critical eye. I couldn't help but notice a layer of
dust on the furniture, and general feeling of dirtiness on the floor.
Stephanie lived in a small but nice house in the fairly affluent Cherry
Creek section of Denver, and, being an older style Tudor, it had wood
floors and decorative wood detailing throughout. I knew what I needed
to do.
For the next two hours I worked from room to room in the house, doing a
general cleaning. Mostly I focused on the floors and the wood, but in
the bathrooms I went to town on the toilet, sink, and shower as well.
This was not something I was accustomed to doing, as growing up I lived
in a traditional household where the men cared for the outside and the
women for the inside, and I was amazed with how instinctual this all was
to me. Then again, given how I looked, dressed, and sounded right now,
how could I be surprised by anything? Without noticing, I flipped on
the TV, which was set to ESPN, and immediately reset the channel to the
Home and Garden network, where there was a show about remodeling. No
silly stereotypes here - I just did it without thought and let it run in
the background.
I experienced going to the bathroom twice, an unsettling and surreal
reminder of my current state. I silently mourned the loss of my ability
to stand up at the toilet as I wiped myself without thought. It was the
first time that I touched my vagina. It was a non-sexual, generally
frightening sensation that forced me to further acknowledge my new
state, my new status, and my new gender.
By 11am, the house was in a state that I could feel comfortable about.
I had a real feeling of accomplishment and felt that I could relax a
bit, so I made myself a light snack of bland turkey and crackers, and
was pleased to find that I could keep it down without getting sick. In
fact, the nausea was gone for the first time that day.
Flopping on the couch and staring at the TV, I realized that for the
last two hours I hadn't thought at all about my circumstances. I just
went through what felt normal and focused on the task at hand. This
gave me a ray of hope, as I thought that if it's this easy, maybe I can
just blank my mind and go through the next nine months as Stephanie on
autopilot. Maybe I won't go completely crazy!
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, breaking me from my euphoria. My heart
sank. I hadn't faced anyone other than Steph...I mean Scott...in this
new body. Could I really face the outside world as a woman? A pregnant
woman? I sat there, frozen, as the doorbell rang again.
Knowing that I couldn't hide forever, I mustered up the courage and
answered the door. Standing there, with the biggest smile on her face
and eyes wide, was my friend Amy Landis. She put a hand to her mouth.
"Oh. My. God! Scott, is that you?"
I nodded slowly and stepped back from the door, motioning for her to
come in. She rushed through the door, the look of amazement frozen on
her face.
"I just can't believe it! This is nothing short of amazing! Look at
you!"
I wasn't sure what to say. I was embarrassed, feeling like I had
suddenly been caught wearing my sister's clothes or something. I
couldn't look her in the eye, so I simply looked down and walked back to
the kitchen. I waved my hand for her to follow.
I could hear Amy shuffling behind me. "Scott, talk to me! How do you
feel? This has to be as weird for you as it is for me. Wait, what am I
saying? It has to be far stranger. Can you feel a difference? I
didn't know that Stephanie was even pregnant. I can't believe you
volunteered for this!"
That stopped me in my tracks. I spun around, placing my hands on my
hips. "What did you just say? What do you mean, 'Volunteered for
this'?" It was only the second time that I had focused on the sound of
my voice, and I still couldn't adjust to the higher pitch and the fact
that I was drawing out my words in more of a sing-song pattern. In other
words, I sounded like a girl.
Amy's smile broadened. "Oh my gosh! Look at you! Listen to you! Not
only do you look like Stephanie, you talk just like her. You move just
like her. Even your expressions are perfect. If I wasn't certain that
this was real, I would think that I was just going crazy!"
"Trust me, it's real. And I am going crazy. How did you find out about
this anyway? Did Stephanie call you?"
Amy moved over to the kitchen table and sat down. I followed here and
sat across. "No - I haven't spoken with her yet. Is she really in your
body? Wild. Anyway, I woke up this morning and I just knew what was
going on. I can't explain it, but it was if someone has just planted
the thoughts in my brain. I knew about the spell, I knew about the
terms, I knew about everything. And I had an incredible urge to come
over her immediately and talk to you. To see if you needed any help."
I studied Amy intently for a few minutes, and then let my body relax.
As anxious as I was, I knew that she was only trying to help, and Amy
was a good friend. Closer to Jessica and Stephanie than she was to me,
but a good friend nonetheless. She had an earnest and open expression
that made me feel comfortable and, honestly, a bit safe. A pretty
brunette with shoulder length hair accented by tasteful highlights, I
noticed her lime blouse and thought for a second that it really did
bring out the color of her eyes. OK, I actually thought that it was
really cute, but I couldn't bring myself to accept that I was looking at
her in a completely non-sexual way. That was too weird, and the day had
already been filled with too many too weird experiences to tack on
another. I simply sighed.
"Amy, this is crazy. My brain feels like it's split in two. I can
still remember everything about being Scott, but there's another part of
me that is clearly Stephanie. I feel natural in this body, and don't
even notice the differences from my other body unless I really think
about it. I know I'm carrying a baby - trust me, I felt it this morning
when I got sick - but at the same time it doesn't feel real. I just," I
paused, feeling a wave of emotion starting to crest within me, "I just
don't know what I'm going to do!" With that my tears welled up and I
covered my face with my hands.
Amy stood up and walked quickly around the table. She pulled up another
chair and sat close to me, hugging me from the side. "I understand. I
do. This has to be incredibly confusing and frightening right now. But
that's why I'm here. I'm here to help. And I'm here to listen."
With those words a floodgate opened within me and I started to cry. I
mean really bawl, in a way that I hadn't cried since I can remember.
Amy just held me in a platonic hug while I went on. Between sobs, I
continued to say that I was scared and confused, and that I didn't know
if I could go through with this. Amy didn't say a word, but just let me
cry it out.
After a couple of minutes, I started to regain control of myself, and
slowly was able to pull myself together. I looked up and Amy softly
rubbed below my eyes. "Sweetheart, your make up is a mess. Let me get
you a tissue."
She stood up as I fully regained my composure. I felt remarkably
better, as if part of the weight that was firmly in place all morning
had been lifted from my shoulders. My crying brought almost a cleansing
sensation, and my mood started to brighten rapidly. I even smiled a bit
as she returned with a tissue.
"Amy, if you told me yesterday that you would look at me this morning
and tell me that my make up was a mess, I would have locked you up in
the loony bin and thrown away the key." With that, we both laughed, and
she gave me one last hug. I returned the hug this time with a tight
squeeze. "Amy, I'm glad that Stephanie chose you to know. I really
need a friend right now."
Amy drew back and nodded knowingly. "I can only imagine. And that's
why I'm here. Just let me know what I can do, and I'll do it.
Honestly, this is by far the coolest thing that has ever happened to me
- I just can't believe it!"
"Yeah, me too, I guess. This is really a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity. Living life from the other side."
"Once-in-a-lifetime? Try once-in-history! Who ever heard of a man and
woman swapping bodies before? You need to write a book, or at least a
blog, about this experience."
As Amy said it, a flash of thought crossed my mind, and I knew that that
would be impossible. Part of the spell prohibited me from communicating
about this in any way, including in writing. Looking at the change in
Amy's expression, I could tell that she was hit with the same
realization. "Whatever," she said, shaking her head. "Anyway, you can
talk to me about it. First things first. Do you have any questions
about basic things? It looks like you handled getting ready all on your
own - you actually look really cute today."
"Thanks," I said, feeling a surprising sense of pride at the compliment.
"It was almost instinctual, really. I felt like I'd been getting ready
as Stephanie all my life. Shower, clothes, make-up...I didn't even
think about it. I just did it."
"Wow. Cool." She thought for a second. "How about anything else?
Does the world look different when you see it out of someone else's
eyes? Do you think different? You already said that you don't even
notice the different body, which is amazing, given how much smaller
and..." Her eyes moved to my chest. "...Bigger you are."
"Yeah, that's true," I admitted. Every once in a while my breasts shake
and I double-take, or I reach for something and realize how much shorter
I am now. I used to be able to see out that window," I said, pointing
at the window above the kitchen sink, "and now it's several inches above
me. That's pretty weird, but at the same time, it feels normal when I
blank my mind. It's wild."
Amy nodded and then started to speak again. "What about..." She didn't
finish the sentence, looking down instead.
"What?"
"What about when.." She looked down again, and then quickly bounced her
head back up. "Oh what the hey, I have to ask. Scott, you weren't one
to shy away from girls, including myself. Were you turned on when you
saw your body naked? I mean, c'mon, that body could be on the cover of
Maxim." She blushed slightly.
I thought for a second. "I wish I could say I did. It's so wild, but I
didn't feel a thing. I looked at myself in the mirror and knew that I
looked good, but..." Amy's eyes widened and her mouth opened a bit.
"Oh c'mon, that's not what I mean! I'm not being vain or anything, but
I can appreciate that this body looks good, right? Hell, it's not even
mine!"
"Oh I know. I was just giving you some shit. But, I have to know."
Before I knew what was happening, Amy was up off the chair, leaning over
me, and planting a deep kiss on my mouth. Tongue and all. Stunned, my
first instinct was to respond in kind, but I was hit with a bizarre
feeling of revulsion - a feeling that this was not right. I pushed her
away.
"Amy, what are you doing?"
She stood above me, and this time it was her turn to put her hand on her
hips. "Oh man, you didn't like that, did you? That didn't get you
going at all?"
"Get me going? Ugh, that was gross! Why did you kiss me?"
Amy smiled again, sitting back down. "Wow, this spell is unbelievable.
You no longer like girls at all, do you? The idea of being with a girl
- being with me or with Jessica - has no appeal at all, does it?"
For a second I tried to picture myself with Amy, knowing that it should
feel natural and knowing that it should turn me on. As Scott, I never
turned down an opportunity for sex, and, although I was ferociously
faithful to Jessica, I was constantly prowling and checking girls out.
Unfortunately, as hard as I tried, I couldn't picture it, and it just
hit me with a mild feeling of revulsion. "No," I half-whispered. "I
guess it doesn't."
"Oh, wow. That must mean you are in to guys. Have you thought about
that? Have you thought about Peter? Now that I mention it, where is
Peter?" She looked around the room.
"On a business trip", I responded automatically. "He has his quarterly
sales kickoff in Chicago. He left first thing, and he'll be back
Thursday." I didn't know that until just then, and quickly realized
that it was the memory trick kicking in again.
"Oh boy. If I know Stephanie, and I do, you're in for some trouble
when you return then, sister. I can't believe that magic can be so
strong as to turn the forever horny Scott Thomas over to the other
side!"
"What do you mean, trouble?"
"Oh, nothing." Amy said with a coy expression, and she wouldn't talk
about it again, no matter how many times I asked.
The rest of the afternoon was fairly uneventful. Amy was kind enough to
stay for about four hours, and we talked about everything from hair to
makeup to clothes. Mostly she was giving me tips, but as she provided
them it would kick in knowledge that was already locked inside my brain.
It was helpful. We talked for a while about the baby, with Amy
providing her view of what to expect from pregnancy, most of which I was
surprised to discover I already knew. Again, the memory trick. The day
flew by, and I was surprised with how interesting I found what normally
I would have thought was a very dull conversation. Nothing was normal
any more. Before, if I was hanging out with friends on a Sunday, we
would have a game on and wouldn't spend any time talking. Now, with
Amy, I found myself truly engaged in the conversation and interested in
all she had to say. She commented several times about how natural I
looked and sounded, although I did admit a few times that I still felt
like a guy in drag. She told me that I was the best damn good looking
drag queen on the planet. I smiled.
Finally, at about five o'clock, she stood to leave. "Steph, I have to
go get dinner ready. My parents are coming over in an hour, and I'm
putting together a simple chicken parm dish for them."
I stood and walked to the door. "OK, thanks Amy. I can't tell you how
much I appreciate you coming over. I don't know how I would have made
it through the day without you."
"No problem. That's what I'm here for." She put on her shoes and coat
and opened the door.
"Amy?"
She turned. "Yeah?"
"I noticed for the first time that you called me Stephanie and not
Scott."
"That's because you are Stephanie. You better get used to the idea, as
that's not going to change for nine months." The door shut behind her,
and a chill ran up my spine. Could I really do this?
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