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The next three days were more of the same. I woke up each morning,
hoping that the nightmare was over and that I was back in my normal
body. No such luck. For some reason, the pregnancy always hit me in
the morning, and I kept waking up with a headache, with my breasts sore,
and with ferocious nausea. I threw up eight times over those three
mornings. I now was coming to appreciate what Steph was talking about
before that faithful night.
Afternoons were better. Much better. I had my big meeting with the
customer on Tuesday - it was moved to the afternoon - where we pitched
our $2M deal. I wasn't allowed to talk much, honestly, since I had my
executives with me, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had a
great relationship with my customers. We were actually good friends,
and maintained quite a bit of friendly banter that bordered, more than a
little, on flirting. This time it wasn't as uncomfortable, it was more
a combination of fun and bizarre. I just rolled with it. Without
thinking about it - something that been happening a lot lately - I put
on a slightly more provocative outfit that helped accent my chest and
legs. I also put on a 2" heel instead of my standard flats or 1",
because I knew, deep down, that this group of customers, all men, liked
to see that. Finally, I spent more time on my makeup to make sure it
was perfect. Deep down, I knew that this was a key edge that let me be
successful in sales, and I didn't feel at all guilty or underhanded
about that.
My time in the office was still frustrating. I was doing everything I
could to assert myself and be treated with the respect and
professionalism that I was accustomed to, but I'd be lying if I said I
made any progress. I must have been breaking through the spell a bit,
however, because Julie, from marketing, and Sarah, who was another
account manager, both asked me if I was doing all right. They could
sense that something was off. When I heard that I tended to panic, and
would fall back into a more instinctive girly mode, twisting my hair,
widening my eyes, and talking about nothing in particular. Their
wariness disappeared quickly.
Without even realizing it, Thursday night crept up on me, and suddenly I
was staring at the clock, waiting for Pete to get home from the airport.
D-day had arrived.
Up to this point, I was pretty much living in a bubble. Other than the
time I had spent with Amy, and some odd time spent at work, I had pretty
much been by myself doing everything possible to ignore my current
situation and act as if everything was normal. Unfortunately, that
would be much harder to do when my best friend, err, I mean husband,
walked through the door. There was no hiding from that. I was a wife,
a soon-to-be-mother, a companion. I could feel the spell kicking in
already, as my behavior started to change against my will. I put on a
dress that I knew was Pete's favorite, so that I'd look nice when he
came home, and even styled my hair with some light curls. I laced my
neck and ears with the tiniest hint of perfume - a floral scent that I
recognized and had to admit was really pretty. I checked my makeup
about ten times in the last hour, almost as if it was a nervous twitch.
I really wanted to look nice, so that he'd be excited when he got home.
I passed the time by cleaning the kitchen, doing dishes, washing the
counters, and mopping the floor.
At about seven-thirty, the garage door opened and I did my best to relax
and act natural, as Stephanie would do. After all, this was my friend
of so many years, and though I did look a little different, at the end
of the day he's the same guy and I'm the same, well, girl, I guess.
'OK, that was dumb,' I thought, 'Everything's different'.
Pete stepped in through the back door with a big smile on his face and a
bouquet of roses in his hand. Completely against my will, as I was
trying to stay back and just say hello, I went running across the room
and gave him a huge hug. He squeezed me tight, and I was immediately
assailed with a warm feeling throughout my body. It was more than
warmth - it was a feeling of being safe, a feeling of being secure, a
feeling of being loved. 'Wow, this is powerful stuff', I thought. I
was honestly surprised, and just sat there in his embrace, experiencing
a tsunami new emotions and feelings at once. Before I even realized it,
he had shifted our bodies and planted a kiss right on my lips.
Wow, now that was strange. I was repulsed by the fact that I was
kissing Pete, but that repulsion was being balanced by other feelings of
happiness, love (yes, love - like I've never felt before), and safety.
Also, I could sense that I was getting turned on, mainly by the feeling
at the tips of my breast and in my crotch, and that brought me back to
the feeling of revulsion but that was overtaken by feelings of pleasure.
I was all over the map. Slowly, I pushed him away, gently breaking the
kiss.
"Whoa there, big fella!" I said. "Give a girl some room to breathe!" I
needed it too, because involuntarily I was breathing a bit faster.
Pete's eyes automatically moved from my eyes to my chest, which was
accented by my dark blue dress, and then back to my eyes. As I stared
at him, I felt myself getting physically weak with a combination of
excitement, happiness, and relief. I didn't know what the hell Scott
put in this spell - I couldn't think of him as Stephanie right now as
that was me - but whatever it was, it was strong stuff. I grabbed his
hand.
"C'mon in. Where's your bag? How was the flight?"
"Slow down yourself, sweetie! I know I've been gone a few days but it's
not like I just finished a tour in Iraq. My bag's in the car, I'll get
it later." He held up the roses and handed them to me. I put my nose
to the bouquet and inhaled deeply, absorbing their pleasant scent.
Still looking me in the eye he said, "Damn, you're beautiful. You're
even more beautiful ever since we found out you were pregnant. I now
know what they may by the glow."
I was beaming, inside and out. It was a complete loss of control. I
could sense that the magic was accelerating my emotions and reactions
dramatically, which I knew was one of the "extras" that was put in the
spell, but I didn't mind. It felt good.
"Thanks, Pete. That means the world to me. I'm just so happy to be
carrying your baby." I smiled widely. For the first time since this
entire debacle began, I actually meant it. I knew it was a forced
emotion, but hey, it still felt good. "So you have to tell me about
your trip. I want to hear everything."
We talked for the next hour or so, with Pete filling me in on the
details of his sales kickoff, the crazy things that went on, the boring
meetings they sat through, the cool places they went to in Chicago. We
agreed that we needed to go together sometime. As we talked, I felt the
spell wearing down a bit, and I had the ability to control my emotions
and thoughts again, but by then I was much more comfortable being in the
same room with Pete. Although I looked a bit different (OK, that's an
understatement - I looked entirely different!) he was still my buddy,
and it was fun to hang out with him. My Stephanie emotions hung in the
background, but both Scott and Stephanie were, together, up front in my
mind.
We made dinner together - a simple pasta dish with garlic bread and a
salad. We talked about the upcoming weekend, including the dinner party
that Pete was throwing for his bosses, and talked a little bit about
friends and family. Normal stuff, really. It was easy banter and it
felt surprisingly natural. Again, I was encouraged by the thought that
I could actually do this - I could make it through the nine months
without completely losing my mind. Not bad!
After dinner we sat down on the couch and watched some TV. Mainly bad
Thursday night sitcoms but we both laughed. I had my head buried in his
shoulder and he had his arm wrapped around my waist. It was still odd,
I thought, but damn it felt nice. Not that much different than when
Jessica and I would sit together on the couch. The only difference is
that before I was using the one doing the holding - not the one being
held. I hoped that I would remember what this felt like once I swapped
back, because it really was a comforting feeling being ensconced in
someone else's arms. I even had a glass of wine in my hand, because we
both agreed that I could have a glass of wine once in a while to relax.
It tasted incredibly good, even though I was never before a white wine
drinker. My eyes alternated between the fire burning in the fireplace
and the TV, occasionally swapping comments with Pete. It really was
good to have him home, even though I never pictured us together quite
like this.
After our shows ended we slowly wandered up to bed. As I walked up the
stairs, I felt what was becoming a familiar tingle in the back of my
head and knew that something magical was kicking in. Looking at the
bedroom, I felt some serious dread. Oh God, what's next?
It didn't take me long to figure it out. Slowly, I felt an overpowering
urge to go into the closet and pull out a negligee that Pete had bought
for me last Christmas, one which I knew turned him on. Holding it in my
hands in front of me, I did everything possible to resist. After all,
sitting on the couch is one thing, but?sex? I couldn't have sex with my
best friend. How could I look at him again? I'm still a guy! 'I can
fight this. I know I can.' I thought.
Unfortunately, as I was fighting this in my own mind, my body had other
ideas, and without realizing it, I found that I had changed into the
sheer, partially transparent outfit. Although it didn't turn me on
directly by looking at my gorgeous, perfectly proportioned body - a fact
that made me sad deep inside where I could still consider such things -
I did know what kind of reaction the sight of me would have on a red-
blooded American male. I stepped out from the closet into the bedroom.
"Hey. You." I heard myself say. My voice had somehow dropped to a
low, husky, growl. The sound of a woman who wanted attention from her
man. 'Good lord?what is happening to me?'
"Wow, sweetie, you look hot! You know I love that outfit on you. Get
over here right now." He was laying in the bed, shirt and pants off,
dressed only in boxers.
'No, I don't want to!' I thought, resisting with every fiber I had left.
Unfortunately, it was useless, and I found myself walking slowly to the
bed, putting one foot directly in front of the other to accentuate my
shape and curves. It had the right effect, and I couldn't help but
notice that Pete's peter was now at full attention inside of his
underwear. 'Ugh, I can't do this!' I thought in the back of my mind,
while the front of my mind was building up anticipation.
"Damn you look delicious," Pete whispered, with lust in his voice. He
didn't take his eyes off me, and I couldn't help but react with
pleasure. The magic again, clearly. I felt it throughout my body - the
sense of being wanted. Of being desired. Feelings that we so foreign
to me that I was having trouble processing them all at once.
I slid up the bed, starting at his feet and moving slowly up his legs.
I insured that my breasts rubbed the inside of his spread legs, which
definitely had the desired effect. He was starting to quiver silently,
his eyes as wide as saucers. In some way, the Scott inside of me envied
him, as I would have loved to have been on the other side of this bed
right too, and I'd definitely be quivering. Unfortunately, it's not to
be, as I now have a completely different set of equipment.
As the next desire started filling my mind, I startled slightly. I knew
what it was, but my revulsion was so great that even the spell wasn't
strong enough to stop me completely. As my head stopped at his crouch,
I visibly twitched, and the sexy smile that was on my face briefly
faltered.
"Steph?" Pete said, a bit concerned. "Are you OK?"
"Yes, I'm?" I tried to say it, but the resistance actually seemed to
make we weaker. Next thing I knew, I found myself responding "I just
had a little cramp, honey. I'm great. The bigger question, and I do
mean 'big', is how are you doing?"
I watched as my own manicured hand reached into the opening of Pete's
boxers and wrapped around his shaft. Boy, I had never seen Pete with a
hard on before, and he was a hell of a lot bigger than I knew! This
thing was huge. I'm not really going to do this, am I?
Unfortunately, I knew the answer to that question even before I started.
I cooed slightly, and made some comment about welcoming him home
properly. I then opened my ruby red lips and slowly let his shaft enter
my mouth. I shut my eyes.
As I started to play with the tip of his penis, I was again flooded by
foreign feelings and thoughts. First, I found that I was sincerely
enjoying the fact that I had Peter completely under my control. After
spending four days as a tiny girl treated like a child and like a doll,
it was nice to feel that I had the upper hand. And I know I did here -
I bet I could have asked Peter for anything and I would have gotten it.
This actually helped me to cope a bit with this, as my mind started to
tell me that perhaps this was a good thing. My Scott-based resistance
faded rapidly and Stephanie took over.
As my other hand started wandering around his crotch, eliciting other
responses, I couldn't help but laugh inwardly as I watched his silly
reactions to my motions. He was completely out of his mind, moaning and
sweet talking and crying out. He loved it, and I came to realize that I
was actually pretty good at this. It wasn't that gross, really - not
too different than shoving a hot dog in my mouth - and it was fun to
play with him, tease him. I'd stop for a second and make him beg. I'd
rub lightly with my teeth and feel him shiver. I'd let him go deeper
into my throat and hear him moan. Hell, this was fun!
Slowly, my motions increased in intensity and I knew that Peter was
getting close. I started to bob my head up and down more furiously. I
could taste my lipstick, smell my perfume. I could feel my hair
brushing against my neck. I was a woman, on my knees, with my husband's
penis in my mouth. I was pleasuring him in a way that only I could, and
I was doing it well. I started to feel a combination of pride, love,
and joy that was stronger than anything I had felt in my life. I could
feel something changing in mind, deep in my psyche, but I was so lost in
the passion of the moment that I didn't even try to figure out what it
was.
Seconds later, I felt the spray hit the back of my throat. I tried to
swallow, but I ended up gagging. It was too hard to keep in. Pete
didn't seem to mind - listening to his babbling I'd say he was pretty
satisfied. And no matter what I was thinking ten minutes before, I was
hot. Damn hot. I was a woman and I needed sex. But first things
first.
I stood up and padded to the bathroom. Swaying my butt sexily (or at
least, I thought it would be a sexy motion), I stepped inside and
grabbed a towel to clean him up. I came back to the bed slowly, but as
I approached, Pete grabbed me and pulled me over to him. Damn, he was
strong. Stronger than I ever realized, actually, as he was able to pick
me up and turn me over in the air. Next thing I knew I was on my back
and he was straddled over my body. My thoughts were once again no
longer my own - all I could think about was how badly I wanted Pete to
take me, to own me. It was a spectacular feeling.
Pete quickly obliged, kissing me strongly and pressing my body into the
bed with his own. Awash in new and spectacular sensations, we kissed
and stroked each other for the next thirty minutes. I felt Pete trace
my new curves with his hands, up and down my chest, my waist, and my
legs. My entire body was on fire, and his mere touch was sending waves
of inexplicable ecstasy through my body. I was suddenly finding the
idea of my new shape erotic, not repulsive or weird. I loved being this
shapely, this sexy. He teased me over and over with his penis, causing
me to get hotter and hotter in response. Finally, I could take it no
more.
"Take me. Now. Please." I begged in a husky whisper, and I was
pleased to discover that Pete was able to recover from the earlier act
and oblige my request. The next thing I knew, he was inside me, and the
feeling was incredible. I've never before experienced the feeling of
being penetrated, of being filled in such a way. The electric shocks
that were shooting through my body morphed into a constant erotic hum,
ranging from my fingertips and toes all the way through my body. The
only description I could think of to describe it was complete and utter
euphoria. I completely relaxed my body and let Peter take control, with
my main action being to prompt him further through my gasps, yelps and
moans.
As he continued to thrust, my vision seemed to blur and I finally just
closed my eyes. I saw a blur of color, pinks, yellows, oranges, reds,
that coincided with the incredible feelings shooting throughout my body.
Man, sex was never this good before!
After a few minutes - I couldn't say how long - the feelings started to
build into a crescendo. The hum and the shocks were growing in
intensity and frequency, and there was a building, pleasant pressure.
Suddenly, and without warning, it burst, and my level of pleasure shot
up exponentially - the colors behind my eyelids became fireworks, the
electric shocks were lightning bolts ,and the hum in my body became
crashing waves of pleasure, flowing from top to bottom. I moaned so
loud, I almost screamed.
I didn't realize it, being so caught up in my own pleasures, but Pete
had come at the same time, and his ministrations were starting to
subside. As he slowed I had a series of nice aftershocks, and I
continued to writhe slowly with happiness.
Finally, I opened my eyes. Pete was looking at me with a coy smile, his
face, his eyes showing slight surprise. I started back, but was unable
to speak.
"Wow, Steph, that was absolutely incredible!"
"I know." It was all I could manage. I was still floating down to
Earth.
"That had to be the best sex we've ever had. It must be the pregnancy.
Maybe knowing about it has gotten both of us going."
"Yeah, that could be it," I said, returning the smile and kissing him
deeply. I knew the truth - the magic was telling me that one of the
"extras" was enhanced sexual response to make it better - but I didn't
care. I didn't want to think about the spell, the weirdness, or
anything else. Instead, I let my tongue play in his mouth playfully for
a moment, until we eventually broke apart. He held me tight, and
eventually my head nustled into his shoulder. We both laid there
starting at the ceiling, as Pete gently stroked my hair. We both were
sweaty and relaxed.
As I laid there, I quickly realized what had changed in my mind. As
bizarre as it sounded, I suddenly couldn't remember what sex was like
when I was Scott. All I could remember was sex as a woman. I had all
types of memories running through my mind. Foreign memories, but they
felt like my own. I remembered the first time I can kissed a boy (sixth
grade, Bobby Johnson, I was so nervous and he bit my lip), I remembered
the first time that Pete and I kissed, at my door as he was dropping me
off from our first date, and I remembered the first time Pete and I made
love. I remembered an awkward tryst in the back of a stretch limo after
my senior prom, with the chiffon in my dress getting in the way of
everything and Simon Grant and I laughing together hysterically, and
most strongly I remembered making love to Pete all night after our
wedding in the chalet in Aspen.
As Pete continued to stroke my hair and I relaxed further, I began to
think about how deeply I loved him. The feeling was powerful and
comforting. I briefly tried to rationalize that we've been such close
friends for so long that it's normal for me to have feelings for him,
but I quickly shrugged that off, realizing that this wasn't Scott
thinking. This was Stephanie thinking, and I was she. For the first
time in this five day adventure, I thought of myself in the feminine
tense, and not as a man trapped inside of this body. I let my fingers
lightly trace my own form, and let myself feel a certain amount of pride
for my appearance and the effect that my appearance had on Peter. Being
held like this, in bed, I felt safe and secure, and genuinely happy, as
I knew only a woman could. Boy, I had no idea of the range or depth of
emotions that women feel. It's simply amazing!
Slowly, Pete's hand worked its way off my head and on to my shoulder,
where he gave me a light and tender massage. My arm started to tingle
and my body relaxed even further. Eventually his hand reached my
breast, and his massaging had the expected effect. My breath quickened,
my nipples hardened, and my mind shifted to more important matters.
This time I wanted to be on top. I rolled on top of Pete and kissed him
again. I could feel on my belly that Pete was already ready to go
again.
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