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The light from the window woke me the next morning, Friday. I glanced
at the clock and saw that it was early - 6:30. I surveyed myself
mentally and realized that while the nausea was there, I didn't feel
that I was going to be sick. Maybe that was a good sign.
More than that, I was feeling silly. Downright giddy, actually. I
couldn't have defined the feeling back then, but now I would call it
feeling girly. Playfully, I rolled over and kissed my husband on the
cheek, feeling the roughness of his overnight beard on my lips. I
slipped out of bed - still naked - and put on my robe and slippers. I
tied my hair back in a pony tail, washed my face, and brushed my teeth.
Humming a Fergie tune, I went downstairs to the kitchen, thinking it
would be fun to surprise Pete with a big breakfast before work. He
loved eggs, pancakes, and sausage, and I knew exactly how to make it for
him. I pulled out some pans, did a little dance in front of the sink,
and got to work breaking the eggs and dumping them in the bowl.
Fifteen minutes later, as everything was sizzling appetizingly, I heard
a thump from upstairs and then heavy footsteps making their way down the
hall.
"Hey, what's that smell?" came a deep voice from upstairs. "Are you
cooking?"
"Come on down and find out!" I called back. Without thinking, I checked
my reflection in the window and moved around my hair a bit. I started
to set up our plates and set them on the table. Pete snuck up behind me
and slipped his hand around my waist, pulling me towards him. He kissed
my neck lightly.
"Hey there girl, you were something else last night," he said softly
into my ear.
I turned, still in his grasp, and kissed him deeply. "You weren't so
bad yourself, tiger!" I pushed him playfully.
"Hey, what do you expect? I am the master!" he said, holding his arms
out wide. I pushed him again, and he stumbled back slightly
"Dream on there, cowboy. You ain't that good." I was laughing as I
said it.
"Oh yeah, you want to find out again?" He stepped forward and grabbed
me in a strong embrace, giving me a much deeper and more passionate
kiss. His grip was so strong, I couldn't move. Not that I wanted to
stop, but...
"Hey," I said, breaking away, "Breakfast is going to get cold!"
His attention turned from me to the plate. "Wow, sweetie, this is
great. Breakfast on a Friday? You didn't have to do that for me."
Although I wasn't sure why, I found myself beaming with pride. "Hey, I
just wanted to welcome you home. I missed you so much."
"Uh, I think you did that last night, remember?"
"Yeah, but this is part two," I said in a sing-song voice, bouncing up
from my chair. I couldn't help it, but the giddy feeling was still
there. I floated over to the refrigerator and poured two glasses of
juice. I gave one to Peter and sat there for a few minutes, watching
him eat, thinking how cute it was how he shoveled so much food in his
mouth at once. Just like a guy!
For the first time that morning, that thought made me pause. ?What was
that? I'm a guy, for Christ sakes. Aren't I?' But I sure didn't feel
like one that morning, as I felt my freed breasts shift with every
motion of my body and felt my pony tail sweeping against the back of my
neck. I didn't feel like a guy when I stared at Peter - in fact, I
couldn't even remember what I felt when I used to hang out with him as
Scott. All I could think of was how cute and sweet he was.
After breakfast, we made love again. It was less aggressive, more
passionate. Morning sex, I thought, is the best, as the same electric
feelings shot through my body. It's going to be a late start to the
day, that was for sure!
After we finished in bed, Pete leaped up and trotted off to the shower.
I felt the now familiar pang of jealousy knowing that he'd be able to
shower, shave, dress and be out the door in ten minutes while it would
take me the better part of an hour, but for the first time that thought
was married with the realization that Pete wouldn't have as many fun
options as I did. He wasn't able to play with his hair style based on
his mood, or choose different colored outfits based on the light. And I
won't even get started on the shoes...my god, he only had one pair!
After Pete went out to the garage, I forced myself up from bed, noting
that my nausea was completely gone. ?Maybe sex is the cure for morning
sickness', I thought, smiling. ?I'll let the world know. I could be
rich!' I hopped in the shower and slowly cleaned myself off, enjoying
the feeling of the hot water against my skin.
Being Friday, it was a casual day at work, and given my giddy mood, I
selected a purple and pink sweater and skirt combination, matching it up
with a fun pair of knee-high boots. I brushed on some bright makeup -
arguably a bit summery but it felt right today - and styled my hair. I
walked out to the car, humming.
At work I was a social butterfly for the first time, talking to
everyone, making jokes, flirting with the guys. I told Jim that his tie
really brought out the blue in his eyes, and asked Billy if he was
planning to get funky with that new squeeze of his. Julie and I went
out to Starbucks for some decaffeinated Chai Tea and swapped gossip,
giggling like we were twelve. All morning I felt like I was gliding on
air, as my mind kept drifting back to last night, this morning, and the
incredible sensations that I had so recently experienced.
When the clock flashed 11:45, I suddenly remembered that I had lunch
scheduled with Amy. Ugh, I was going to be late! I grabbed my purse
and hustled out to my car.
When I got to the restaurant and saw Amy, I smiled broadly, leaned up on
my tippy-toes and waved to her with my hand high in the air. It was
clearly a girlish gesture, and as I half-skipped to the table, Amy
expression turned from mild amusement to downright surprise.
"Hey, what is up with you? You're in a good mood today!"
"Oh I don't know," I responded in a slightly high, sing-song voice.
"I'm just having a good day. I feel great, it's sunny outside, and I'm
here having lunch with my friend!"
"What are you..." After a brief pause, Amy put her hand up to my mouth.
"Oh, of course!"
"What?" I said coyly.
"Pete's back, isn't he?"
"Yes..." I was having fun with this, so I intentionally drew it out a
bit. I twirled my hair in my finger.
"Did you two...you know..."
I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Yes! We did!" I said, arguably a
bit too loud. A few people looked up from their tables, and I lowered
my voice. "Amy, it was amazing."
"Oh yeah? What are you telling me, that Pete's quite the stud?" She
was giggling as she said it.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. It was electric."
"Oh man, I can't believe this. I never thought I'd be talking to you,
Scott, about how great your sex with Pete was last night!"
That made me sober a bit, but only a bit. "You know, I haven't thought
about Scott all day. It hasn't even popped in my mind. It's like my
head's been in the clouds and I'm floating on air. I can't explain it,
but I love it!"
Amy looked at me conspiratorially. "Guess what, Scott. That's what it
feels like to be a girl in love. Welcome to the other side!"
"All I can say is that it's great. I simply love it!"
"Just remember, I told you so," Amy said, giggling again.
"Oh, I remember. For sure. And one other thing, Amy?"
"Yeah?"
"Please call me Stephanie. It feels funny when you call me Scott. I
mean, look at me," I grinned, pointing at my breasts and tugging at my
hair.
Her eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh my
gosh, Steph. Are you sure you're going to want to switch back?"
"God, yes. I can't wait until I can hop in the shower and be out the
door in fifteen minutes again," I said, thinking back to this morning.
"However, until that happens, I'm going to make the most of this
experience and enjoy it. What else I can do?"
"I am impressed, I've got to be honest. I never would have believed
it."
I didn't say anything more. Eventually, the conversation shifted to
more mundane topics and we munched on our salads.
As we finished our lunch, I finally asked, "So, how is Scott doing?"
Amy thought for a second. "You know, I think he's doing OK, although I
get the sense he misses being you. He's really settling into being a
guy, though. I had some drinks with he and Jess yesterday over at
Emily's Pub, and I caught his checking out my legs about a dozen times.
I finally had to slap him and tell him to stop."
"Ugh, that drives me nuts," I said automatically, which caused Amy to
laugh again and shake her head.
"Steph, you are totally becoming a chick."
I ignored the comment. "And Jess? I've been so bad, I haven't talked
to her all week. Honestly, I've been scared to call her. That still
feels really weird."
"She's great. She asked how you were doing, and I told her I hadn't
talked to you either. She figures you're just really busy."
"OK, good. I'll call her tonight."
We wrapped up our lunch after that, saying goodbye with a girlish hug
and a promise to talk again soon. Amy said she was so happy that I was
doing so great.
That afternoon I skated out of work early, as I wanted to surprise Pete
with a new dress for our dinner party the next night. I drove to Cherry
Creek and, for the first time, experienced the art and science of dress
shopping as a woman. My happy mood helped make for a fun experience, as
I wandered from boutique to boutique trying on different styles. It was
fun to see how different styles and different colors could bring out
entirely different looks, from demure to sophisticated to artistic to
slutty. The spring fashions were already in stock, and therefore it
took a while for me to find something that was appropriate. I finally
found a little black number that dipped low in the back without going
too low in the front - enough to tease the guests without coming across
as trashy. The salesperson gushed with compliments, and I pulled out my
Visa card. It was expensive - $400 - but the expression on Pete's face
would make it worth the while. I moved on to the shoe store.
After I had loaded my dress, shoes, nylons, and new makeup in the car, I
looked at the clock. It was already 5:30. Where had the time gone! I
made a phone call from my cell, setting a personal appointment for
tomorrow morning, and rushed home, thinking I was late. Fortunately, I
was still was able to put away my new things before Pete got home. I
wanted to surprise him tomorrow.
I came back downstairs as Pete was coming in the house. "Hey honey,
good day?"
"Yep, it was great. Yours?"
"Man, busy. Trying to catch up after four days off is tough." He came
up to me and kissed me. I was starting to realize that I was getting
addicted to this, as I relished the feeling of his lips against mine.
?What was the deal - was Stephanie always this horny?', I thought idly.
Breaking the kiss, Pete said to me, "Hey, I talked to Scott on the way
home. He and Jessica are going to come over tonight for pizza and
drinks. I even bought you some sparkling cider so you don't feel left
out." He held up the bottle and smiled thinly.
"What? They are?" I was taken aback by this. I wasn't sure I was
ready.
Pete's expression was puzzled. "Uh, yeah. I didn't think you'd care.
Why, do we have something going on?"
"Uh, no," I said, recovering. I had to face the music sometime.
"That'll be fun. When do they get here?" Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Now, I guess."
Pete walked over to the front door. I fell back into the kitchen, which
was outside of the line of sight from the front door. As I heard Pete
answer the door and Jessica's bubbly ?Hi!' come floating inside, I
started to shake. The disorientation, the feeling of not quite
belonging, came back in a rush. Hanging out with Pete and Amy was one
thing, but man, this is my wife! Was my wife! Whatever! Then I heard
Scott's deep voice.
"Hey, what's up, dude."
Dude? Scott is calling Pete dude? Isn't he freaking out that he's
shaking hands with his husband? Is he going to call me out? Will
Jessica know who I am? Am I going to say something stupid? Give all
this away? My God, I had sex with my best friend! I don't think...
"Hey, Steph!" came the oh so familiar voice, breaking my thoughts. I
looked up to see Jessica's smiling face. "How you feelin'?"
I immediately felt myself kicking into that strange autopilot again.
"Hey Jess!" I said boisterously. "How are you?" We shared a friendly
hug and kiss on the cheek. Stepping back, I noticed that Jess was
wearing a cute black sweater and that she was styling her hair a little
different. I said so. She complimented me on my outfit and said that I
was still glowing.
I studied her face. As many times as I had looked at Jessica as my
wife, as my love, I couldn't bring those memories forward. Instead I
saw my friend, my compatriot, my confidant. I should have felt weird.
I should have felt lonely. Instead, I just felt the happy feeling of
seeing my friend. Wow. Crazy.
Suddenly Scott stepped into the room. "Hey Steph," he said in his - my
- deep voice. "What's goin' on?"
I spun around and looked up at him, not saying anything at first.
Standing there with a slight slouch, I thought I saw a quick flash in
his eye, an acknowledgement of this crazy situation. However, there was
nothing we could do, no indication that we could make to address our
current state. Whatever flash I saw disappeared quickly.
I forced a relaxed tone into my voice. "Hey Scott. What's up? How was
your bachelor week?" That was a loaded question by design - he had to
know that I was talking about Jessica being out of town and him
adjusting to his new manhood. I'm sure that I saw the quick glint
again.
"Great. Didn't do much outside of work. Went out for drinks with some
buddies on Wednesday. That's all."
OK, this was going well. It almost felt natural, in fact, as strange as
it was to be having a conversation with myself. I looked Scott over,
noticing that he was wearing his black and grey vertical stripe shirt
that I always liked, untucked, over a pair of baggy jeans. I was
pleased to notice how handsome Scott was, in a rugged way. His tussled
brown hair, striking blue eyes, and chiseled face made for a good
looking guy. I could definitely see what Jessica saw in him, now that I
was looking through the eyes of a girl. Again, I felt a distant pride
for my old self, like a schism in my own mind.
Pete called from the basement. "Hey, Scott. Get down here. I've got
your drink on ice and the game's on!" Scott mumbled a quick good bye,
gave Jessica a quick kiss and a squeeze on the butt, and stomped
downstairs. I squinted at him with a thoughtful grin on my face.
Jessica and I quickly fell into an easy banter, talking about the week,
talking about Pete being gone, talking about her trip (to Washington DC,
apparently), talking about the baby. I realized that, outside of the
occasional bouts of morning sickness, I hadn't even thought about the
baby at all - I was more focusing on my personal adjustment. Suddenly I
felt a little selfish - after all, my priorities should be on the unborn
baby growing in my womb, right? How could I have ignored it all week?
We spent quite a bit of time on the topic, talking about the stages of
pregnancy, how long the morning sickness would last, what cravings I was
having (none, yet), and when I might start showing. Before I knew it,
an hour had passed and I again felt totally comfortable in my new skin.
As I said before, my feelings towards Jessica had clearly changed over
the course of this week. While I vividly remembered being married to
her, I didn't really remember the feeling of being married to her per
se. It was more a set of photographs and videos in my head, without the
emotions and feelings that went along with it. As we talked, I was
trying to remember, in the back of my mind, what it was like to make
love to her, but I kept coming back to last night with Peter instead. I
tried to remember being sexually attracted to Jessica, but instead I
could only look at her with the positive, supportive, critical eye of a
friend. I could definitely acknowledge that she was very pretty, and I
thought that her sweater gave her a sexy look, but I definitely didn't
look at her sexually any more. Again, it was the more warm emotion of
close friendship and platonic love. A fleeting thought entered my mind
that I was jealous of her perfect, unmarked skin, and I almost laughed
aloud. Fortunately, I was able to keep it inside.
The boys were downstairs watching a basketball game and every once in a
while a shout would filter up from downstairs and some particular moment
of the game generated excitement. That was something I did miss, the
fun of sitting in front of a ball game with a drink in hand cheering on
my team - in this case, the Denver Nuggets. I was enjoying our
conversation, but I couldn't help but call downstairs.
"Hey Pete, who are the Nuggets playing?"
A pause. "What?" he shouted from downstairs. I could hear Scott
laughing.
"I said, who are the Nuggets playing?"
"Since when do you care about who the Nuggets are playing?" he asked
with surprise. Scott was laughing harder. What the hell did he have to
laugh about? I bet he wished he was up here talking with Jess and not
sitting down there watching the stupid ballgame. I sipped my cider and
looked at Jessica, who was playing with a fingernail. I didn't respond.
After a brief pause, he answered the question. "The Wizards. Remember
the team with the hot point guard? We watched him play last year?"
I felt myself blushing, as I was reminded of sitting courtside last year
with Peter, asking so many basic questions about the game and what was
going on. I was fixated by the point guard - a shorter white guy with
floppy blond hair. I couldn't remember his name, but I remembered how
cute he was. Jesus, are these my memories of sporting events now?
"Oh yeah? Cool." I replied lamely. Pete mumbled something to Scott,
and they both laughed this time.
"So you seem to be doing better than last Saturday," Jessica said. "You
seem more excited about the baby."
"Yeah, I am. It really is amazing, isn't it? Gosh, I've been so busy
this week that I really haven't had much chance to think about it, but I
have a life growing inside of me. It's really cool!"
Jessica sighed wistfully. "I know. Scott and I actually were talking
about having a baby today. It'd be so fun for us to be pregnant
together..." Jess said, as he face contorted into a pained expression,
"...but I'm just not sure I'm ready yet, Steph! I'm sorry."
I reached for her hand. "Jess, that's totally OK! Believe me, I
understand. I'm...err...surprised that you were even talking about it.
Did you bring it up or did Scott?"
"He did, actually. We were actually in bed, fooling around, about an
hour before we came over here, and he brought it up. You know, we
actually had some mind blowing sex yesterday and today - I don't know
what it is, but it's like he suddenly knew how to touch my hot spots.
He must be reading my Cosmo mags or something I almost lost my mind!"
Jessica grinned conspiratorially, as I squirmed slightly in my seat.
This was getting uncomfortable.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said quietly.
"You do?" Jess perked up. "C'mon, spill it out girl, have you had
pregnancy sex yet? How is it? I need details!"
"Oh, I don't know," I said, really uncomfortable to be talking about
this to Jess. I wanted to spill it, but it felt, well, a little too
kinky I guess. "We didn't have much time to fool around. He was tired
on Thursday night, and we both had to work today."
"Pete? Too tired? I find that hard to believe - that kid is a
stallion!"
I wanted to ask how she knew that, but I kept my mouth shut. My mind
reminded me that Stephanie and Jessica shared everything about their sex
lives, the good and the bad. Quick memories of past conversations
actually made me more uncomfortable, as I suddenly realized that
Stephanie knew about some of the my past sexual stumbles. I shook it
off and changed the subject.
"So, I'm making a new lamb dish tomorrow." That led into a conversation
about recipes, place settings, and entertaining bosses. We talked for
another hour before the pizza arrived.
When Pete and Scott came back upstairs, they were clearly buzzed. Pete
staggered over to me with a big smile on his face, announcing, "Tell me
I don't have the hottest pregnant wife in the world, huh?" He wrapped
his arm around my waist. "I can't wait to have sex with my wife
tonight!" He planted a big kiss on my lips. I kissed him back, but my
eyes involuntarily wandered over to Scott. He was nodding and had that
same glint in his eye. I blushed.
As the boys grabbed slices of pizza, Jess whispered in my ear, "Well I
guess the drought is ending tonight, huh?" She pinched my arm and
walked over to the pizza.
For the rest of the night the four of us sat in a familiar circle and
talked about a range of different topics. Other than the role reversal,
it felt completely normal - four friends talking, laughing, and sharing.
I must admit that I had just as much fun as I did have as Scott,
although it sucked a bit as they continued to drink while I sipped my
sparkling cider and stayed completely sober. However, those are the
sacrifices you need to make for your baby, and I knew I could do it!
As impossible as it seemed, that night in bed was actually better than
the night before, perhaps because I entered the bed without any
nervousness at all. As I slid into bed, I found myself in the familiar
position of being on my knees, holding Peter's penis in my hand, with
the tip near my mouth. I had no idea that Stephanie offered up so many
blow jobs, but apparently she did, or this was one of the extras of the
spell. With the fear and repulsion behind me, I found myself
experimenting with different motions and enjoyed it each time I got a
positive reaction out of Pete. The ultimate positive reaction was the
squirting in my mouth, and for the second time in twenty four hours I
was trying, unsuccessful, to swallow a mouthful of cum.
The sex was more powerful tonight, mostly because we took it slower.
Motivated by the liquor, Pete took his time working down my body this
time, spending minutes on my neck, my ear, my breast (incredible!) and
eventually down below. He danced with his tongue and I had my first
experience with oral sex as a woman. He brought me to orgasm more times
than I could count, each time building up my anticipation further and
further. Finally, he crawled on top of me and slowly, gently, lowered
his member into me.
I'll hold back on the details, but trust me when I say that slow and
steady beats fast and furious. We went at it for about twenty minutes -
I'm guessing his stamina was influenced by the alcohol and the amount of
sex we'd had in the last two days - with the same electric feeling
building in my body. The feeling of him coming inside of me caused a
massive explosion of orgasmic waves crashing over me, and I moaned in
satisfaction. I again cradled myself inside his strong arm and this
time we fell to sleep. Good God, I could get used to this, I thought.
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