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"Dude, I swear to you this cabin of mine is the tits! It's belonged to my family for as long as I can remember; besides the office is going to be closed down for the next couple weeks for the holidays," said Craig, talking to his coworker Alex. "I dunno, Craig. I'm not one for the wilderness and the whole outdoors," Alex replied as he put away some paperwork. Craig Lann and Alex Ross were coworkers at a local office firm. Craig was the head of their area while Alex had been working there for a few months. The two had hit it off pretty well, slowly becoming good friends, but were still more like acquaintances, which was why Alex was rather iffy on spending a couple weeks in a secluded area with his boss. Craig had described it as this quiet acreage that his family had owned for quite a few generations and with the fall season coming to an end, the trees changing colors was just a beautiful sight. The company the two were working for, Halbert Enterprise, gave it's employee's a week and a halfs worth of paid vacation as the entire office shut down. Craig always used this time to go up to his cabin, inviting at least one of his other co workers to join him. Those who agreed to tag along never regretted it when it was time to leave. They always credited Craig as an excellent host and would take his offer up again. One of their coworkers had overheard their conversation and butted in. "Alex, take his offer. It's like a once in a lifetime opportunity and you'd be an idiot not to do this." Alex just sighed, at twenty two years old he didn't really like the idea of spending time with someone who was older than him. He wasn't even sure just how old Craig was but the fact of the matter still remained. Craig told him to think about it and let him know by the end of the day as he walked off back to his office. He was only a few years older than Alex, though his looks made him look almost like he was in his thirties. A thought crossed his mind that maybe that was the reason behind Alex not up right agreeing to go. He decided not to really think about it too much as he sat down in his chair and started working. Alex would change his mind, he was sure of it, all he had to do was wait. *** "I can't believe I'm actually going with you to this cabin of yours, Craig," Alex said as he looked out the front passenger window. The sight of the leaves changing colors was indescribable as they drove past. Craig was pretty quiet most of the trip, unless Alex asked a question about the cabin. His questions pertained to whether or not there was electricity and if there was running water. The basics as he called them, which Craig gladly answered, keeping his eyes on the road. Alex was still a bit uncomfortable and tried to avoid looking over at Craig as much as possible. If it weren't for his original plans getting canceled at the last minute, he wouldn't have agreed to this trip. It was obviously too late to be regretting it now as they pulled up next to the cabin. Alex looked out through the front windshield and was just amazed by how it looked. The outside of the cabin had the appearance of a log cabin, the wood a dark color. The cabin itself looked rather big with two levels, a trace of modern touches mixed in with the old. Alex could see a giant generator sitting about ten, fifteen feet from the house, where he figured the electricity would be coming from. Up on the roof he noticed a satellite dish, which made him slightly smile, at least they'd have some sort of television to watch. So it wasn't a huge loss for him. "Well what do you think, Mr. Ross? I hope the cabin looks good enough since we're going to be stuck here for the next week and a half. The satellite is a little spotty this far out in the wilderness, so I hope you didn't plan on watching the football game this weekend or something. It's part electric heat and part wood burning, so if for whatever reason the generator were to go out we'll still be warm," Craig was explaining as he walked towards the back of his silver Camaro and opening the trunk. Alex didn't respond right away as he too got out and walked to the trunk to grab his bags. He looked up at the sky, noticing it was really cloudy and hoped the weather would stay decent during their stay. As he was busy paying attention to the sky, he almost bumped directly into Craig who was holding his bags out for him. "Hey Alex, wake up there," Craig laughed as Alex quickly looked down from the sky, obviously embarrassed. "Sorry," he muttered as he grabbed his bags from Craig and walked around him. Craig just smiled and grabbed his bags before closing the trunk, pressing the lock button on his keys. With his car locked, he followed Alex up to the front door and fiddled with his keys. He asked Alex to grab one of his bags while he unlocked the door which Alex complied with. Once the door was opened, Craig allowed Alex to take the first step in. Alex stepped inside the cabin with Craig hot on his heels. He stepped aside so Craig could get in, closing the door and locking the door. Craig could tell Alex was a bit nervous and put a hand on his shoulder, telling him to relax and now was the time to enjoy themselves. Alex just shook Craig's hand off of him, his shirt sleeve moving enough to reveal an obvious tattoo. "Well well well, since when have you had ink?" questioned Craig, who sounded rather impressed. The question surprised Alex who quickly covered what his sleeve revealed. He tried to avoid the question by asking Craig where they were going to be sleeping. Craig could hear the tone in his voice, the kind that told him that the question was very personal. So rather then push the issue, he answered Alex's question by leading him upstairs to the two beds. "So you'll see that it's not exactly two levels, but a loft with a dresser on either side of each bed, so feel free to use the one there on the right," Craig said as he pointed to the dresser on the right. "Err... thanks," Alex replied as he walked down the steps to grab his bag and bring it back up. When Alex had returned with his bags, Craig went down to grab his, giving Alex some space even if it was only for a few minutes. As he came back up the stairs, Alex had already begun to unpack his clothes. Most of his stuff was lying on the bed, neatly folded, while Craig just dumped his clothes out all over his bed. Alex had went to grab the next piece of clothing when his hand brushed against an object that wasn't originally in his bag. He looked over at Craig, a confused look on his face as he pulled the object out, a camera, and a rather expensive looking one. Craig looked rather impressed at the camera, "You never told me you were interested in photography." "I'm not. I have no idea how this camera got here," Alex replied looking over the camera. "What the hell is C. O. C.?" Craig's eyes seemed to light up and he quickly walked over to Alex who backed away slightly. He asked to take a look at the camera and was busy muttering something about a "camera of change" or something. Alex was a bit worried that his boss was acting rather strange, he reluctantly handed it over. "What the hell is the camera of change? And why do you sound happy that it was in my bag?" Alex asked, sounding a bit worried. "You've never heard of the Camera of Change? Oh boy we are in such a treat Alex, this camera has the ability to turn someone into the opposite sex! The chances of this thing ending up in your hands is less than the odds of winning the lottery," Craig explained in excitement as he pointed the camera at Alex. Alex quickly ducked down which just made Craig laugh. He went back to looking at the camera, while Alex just glared at him and went back to grabbing his clothes. Craig clearly didn't notice and set the camera down to start putting his clothes away. When the two had finished, Craig gave Alex the rest of the tour around the cabin. The final stop being in the full sized bathroom, which actually surprised Alex. "We got a full sized shower/bath combo which fits two," Craig said with a wink, laughing afterwards when Alex gave him a funny look. "Ha, don't worry Alex, I don't bat for the same team." "I... you said it not me..." Alex replied as they stepped out into the main part of the cabin. Craig was still laughing, only it sounded more like a chuckle at this point. He walked towards the front door and told Alex he'd be right back, something about grabbing something out of a shed. Alex was a bit confused, he never saw a shed when they pulled in but rather than question it, he decided to go sit down on the couch and wait. Grabbing the remote near him, he flipped on the TV to see just how spotty the satellite actually was. There were only five channels and none of them were coming in clearly. So with a sigh he turned the TV off and leaned back into the couch, his head resting against the headrest, closing his eyes as he did so. "Hey there sleeping beauty, glad to see you find the couch comfortable," Craig chuckled as he gently shook Alex awake. Alex quickly opened his eyes and jumped away when he saw Craig sitting next to him, "How long was I out?." "Oh just a few minutes, you must have dozed off when I went out to grab the weights. I see you tried the TV, told you it's a little spotty." Alex groaned and rubbed his tired eyes. Craig asked him if he was hungry since it was getting close to dinner time. He didn't even wait for Alex to respond as he stood up and walked over to the kitchen. Grabbing ingredients out of the stainless steel fridge and setting down on the wooden countertop. Craig would occasionally look up to see what Alex was up to, noticing him looking at the set of weights. "Go ahead and use them, I figured I'd bring in the bench press for when either of us is bored. You look like the kind of guy who does some lifting in his spare time," Craig said as he was preparing dinner. There wasn't an immediate reply from Alex who sat down on the bench, "They are a pretty nice set of weights, they look new considering they've come out of a storage shed," Alex was rather enthralled with the weights and decided to give them a shot. He avoided actually bench pressing, since Craig was busy making them dinner, so he stuck with the smaller weights. Time seemed to pass rather quickly as Alex did a few reps with each arm before setting the weights down. Craig was finishing up whatever he had been busy cooking up and was getting plates out. Alex decided to stand up and walk into the decently sized kitchen to help out Craig. Looking in various drawers for the silverware, until Craig opened the closest to him. "Don't worry about it Alex, you're the guest and I'm the host. Besides you found the Camera of Change in your bags and that..." he trailed off, thinking about the camera that was upstairs. "Umm... were you going to finish that thought? Also why are you so excited about me finding this camera?" Alex asked, sounding concerned. "You don't plan on using it, do you?" Craig didn't answer, instead he grabbed a pair of tongs from a drawer and grabbed some of the stir fry and put it on Alex's plate. Alex walked over to the dining table, trying to get far away from Craig as possible. That obviously failed as Craig sat down across from him. Craig assured Alex that he had no plans on using it while they were here. His words weren't enough to really convince Alex. As they sat there and ate their dinner, Alex was asking questions on what all Craig knew of the camera. Craig was more than happy to tell Alex everything while they ate. He started out with the legend that he had known for quite some time. A woman who had called herself the Ebil Witch Lady had created the camera, infused with some of her power, which was her way of taking a vacation. The camera had the ability to change those who were caught in the flash, hence naming it the Camera of Change, but it also had changed reality so those caught up in the flash would never know the difference. The story went on as the two finished their dinner. Craig noticing that Alex was showing some sort of interest. As he finished his story, Alex put his plate into the sink and started to get some warm water going. Craig set his plate in the sink on top of Alex's and asked him if he wanted any help. Alex just shrugged, so Craig went off to sit down at the table. It didn't take very long for Alex to finish and get the dishes dried and put away. When he was done, he went and sat down at the table across from Craig. "So there's no television to pass the time, what exactly do you do?" asked Alex, running his fingers through his blonde hair. "Well... there's cards or board games," Craig said with a laugh. "It's that or taking a walk down the nature trail behind the cabin." Alex wasn't exactly thrilled with the news and told him cards was fine. Craig smiled and stood up to grab a pack of playing cards. The two would go on to play cards until it was almost midnight. Both agreeing it was getting rather late, so they both walked up to the loft to get ready for bed. Craig was the first up the stairs, flipping the light switch near them as he did so, and sat down at the edge of his bed while Alex walked on by. "I hope you don't sleep in the nude Alex, don't want any more awkwardness between us," Craig said as he took off his shirt. Alex just laughed and shook his head no as he too took of his shirt, revealing not only his tattoo but that he had a very good looking body. The short explanation was, Alex worked out, and he did it rather often. It was a rather impressive sight for Craig, he too had a healthy looking body just not as ripped. "So what's with the lines and names on your arm, Al?" Craig asked as he stood up to take his pants off. "Uhh nothing, just a little thing an old girlfriend and I got done. I'm not very comfortable talking about it, it's a personal thing that I like to keep quiet," Alex replied, slipping off his jeans and into a pair of blue basketball shorts. Craig decided once again to not press the issue, he grabbed the camera and set it on the bedside table. He crawled into bed and pulled the covers up, "Good night Alex." The only reply he received was that of snoring coming from Alex's side. With a light chuckle, he closed his eyes to fall into dreamland. *** The next morning proved to be rather difficult between the two. Alex had woken up early and saw that the camera was sitting on the bedside table. He figured he could just toss the camera while Craig was sleeping. So after getting dressed he slowly and quietly grabbed the camera off the table, making sure not to wake up Craig. His plan was working out greatly, that is until he accidently bumped one of the corners of Craig's bed. Alex stopped dead in his tracks, hoping and praying that Craig wouldn't wake up. Craig began to stir, muttering something that Alex couldn't quite make out. He opened his eyes and saw that Alex was standing at the edge of his bed. "Morning Alex," he said groggily, not noticing the camera in Alex's hands. "Uhh... morning Craig, get a good night's sleep?" Alex replied as he inched toward the stairs. Craig nodded and started to get out of his bed, noticing the camera was no longer on the bedside table. He stood up from the bed and looked over at Alex, taking notice that the camera was in his hands. "Alex, what are you doing with the camera?" asked Craig as he walked towards him, not even bothering to get dressed. "I'm getting rid of it. I don't feel comfortable with this thing being in the same place as the two of us. You've been eyeballing the damn thing since I found it and honestly it's gotten to the point where the thing needs to go," Alex said, thinking of his next move. Craig was getting closer to him, his left arm stretched out, ready to grab the camera when the chance showed itself. The two stood facing each other, like they were in an old western standoff. Time seemed to slow down as Craig found himself close enough to dive for the camera without risking his safety and Alex's. When he figured the time was right, he jumped towards Alex, who in turned tried to move out of the way. The two ended up colliding into each other. Craig had managed to grab ahold of the camera while Alex kept a strong grip on it. "Let go of it Alex! As your boss I demand it!" Craig yelled, trying to yank it out of his grip. "Your not my boss out here, now let go of the damn camera! I'm getting rid of it whether you like it or not," Alex yelled back, trying to keep Craig from freeing it from his hands. Both men were about at equal strength, their struggles lasting for quite a few minutes. Eventually the camera was slipping from both of their sweaty grips. In the midst of things, one of them had powered on the camera. Craig had started to get the upper hand and by pure accident pressed down on the button, making the flash go off right in Alex's face. Alex cried out as he was blinded by the flash, releasing whatever hold he had on the camera. The quick action threw off Craig as he jerked his hands too quickly, making the camera fly out and up and over the railing of the loft. It was as if time was moving in slow motion as both watched the camera fly over the edge. There was a loud crashing sound as the camera hit the floor. Craig pushed past Alex as he ran down the stairs to make sure the camera wasn't damaged. Alex wasn't feeling rather well and slowly made his way down the steps. Craig was on his knees, holding the camera that appeared to be slightly damaged, nothing but minor scratches. When he noticed Alex walking down the steps, rather slowly, he ran over to the kitchen and opened up one of the bottom drawers revealing a safe. Without much hesitation he locked up the camera and put the key into his pocket. Turning his attention back to Alex who was now standing by the couch. "Craig... I don't feel so hot... Like my body feels warm," Alex said as he started to take off his shirt, hoping it would help. "I think that camera did something to me..." Craig thought about it and recalled he had pressed the button to take a picture and the flash went off right in Alex's face. All he could do was stand there as he knew that Alex was about to undergo some big changes and it was basically his fault. Alex's hair had immediately started to grow and thicken in waves, stopping when it reached past his shoulders. His blonde hair began to darken, starting from the roots and slowly sinking down till it reached the tips. It started out as a light brown and slowly transitioned to a rich chocolate brown. His eyebrows were taking the same route until they matched his current color of hair. Next was his face, which began to shift and change as both bone and muscle tissue were altered. Slimming down all bits of his face and raising his cheekbones, eyes getting bigger as the color changed from a dark blue to a bright sparkling blue, and his rather average looking nose shrinking down to a more petite size. Following that, his lips began to puff up as if they were being filled by an unknown substance, giving them a more plump appearance. In the span of a minute, his face looked like it belonged to a young woman. Alex had managed to gain his bearings and rubbed his hands over his face, taking in every bit that had altered. As his hands touched his face, each finger slimmed down and lengthened slightly while the rest of his hands slimmed. He managed to stifle a scream that sounded more like his voice was beginning to crack. Grabbing his throat, Alex coughed, each time his voice rising an octave until he unmistakingly sounded like a woman. "C-Craig... what is happening to me?" he asked as he looked shocked to hear his new voice. He never did get an answer as the rest of his entire body slimmed down dramatically. All he could do was helplessly watch his hard earned muscles slowly wither away until he looked like a scrawny twig. His legs had lengthened a bit as his overall height shrunk, bringing him down a few inches; his feet shrinking to a petite size. A loud groan escaped Alex's plump lips as he felt his waist cinch inward, adding curves to his smaller frame while his hips widened, making his butt inflate into a cute heart shape. The sudden changes below the waist had caused him to have an erection, the last one he would ever have. All he could do was watch as his glorious six inches slowly shrunk until there was no trace left but a little nub, formerly the tip of his member, now reduced to his newfound clit. His testes had all but disappeared back up inside his body, slowly forming into their new roles as ovaries. The leftover skin split and receded until they were now the outer lips of his new vagina. The rest of her love tunnel slowly took shape as Alex struggled to stand back up. Feeling quite nauseous she made her way to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach out into the toilet. Craig helped make sure she made it to the toilet. After all, it was the best he could do as he was rather stunned that the camera had actually caused this. His attention was quickly brought back to Alex who began throwing up into the toilet, so he pulled her hair back and held it. The shirt that Alex was wearing was clearly way too big for her now, and as Craig held her hair back, he moved the sleeve of her shirt that was covering up her tattoo. The tattoo that Alex tried to keep quiet about was what appeared to be two names: Aubrey and Lauren, with a sound wave above each name. He figured that the two names had been important ladies in his life and something had to have happened to them. Alex's bout of nausea lasted a few minutes before she was able to stand up and clean herself up. Craig had left the bathroom in that amount of time to grab her a glass of water and when he returned he noticed she was staring at herself in the mirror. "I'm... a woman? Holy shit I'm a chick, Craig. T-That camera actually worked... Oh god, it actually worked," Alex began to cry as reality came crashing down around her. "Alex... I'm so sorry, I didn't intend for this to happen. I swear on my life," Craig replied, feeling worried. "This isn't how I planned to spend this mini vacation... On the bright side, if there even is one, you still could pass off as a dude with the right amount of work." It was as if that last bit of the transformation was linked to Craig's words because all of a sudden two little tents began to form under Alex's shirt, right where his chest was. They started out as tiny mosquito bites, itchy and unnoticeable and slowly expanded and swelled, forming plump breasts. From there they continued to grow, forming a teardrop shape only stopping when they could only be in the DD-cup range. Her nipples had thickened and hardened, forming two cute nubs aching for attention, the areola's expanding outward almost to a half dollar sized. The new weights on her chest were no longer invisible, the neckline of her shirt threatening to expose more than the good amount of cleavage. As Alex moved, so did her breasts which brought on a rather odd sensation followed by one of pain. She closed her eyes tightly as she tentatively reached up with and grabbed her new breasts with both hands, confirming they were real. All Craig could do was sit down at the dining room table, his hands holding his head up on either side as he stared wide-eyed at the table. His thoughts were a cluster as he was sure Alex's was, only she was having a worse of a time then he was. Alex came out of the bathroom and slowly walked over to the table. She wasn't sure what to do do now. She wasn't sure what to think. Seriously, what happens now? Her mind racing, she sat at the table next to Craig. The young lady put her head in her hands and stared at the table, thinking and thinking and thinking. Craig looked over at her. He felt guilty for acting so shady about it. If he hadn't done so, things would probably be fine. He looked back at the table and the two of them sat there in silence for the longest time. "Hey... Alex..." Craig muttered. "I saw your tattoo... didn't mean too; I was just trying to adjust your shirt and hold your hair back..." Alex didn't move, but seemed to tense up some. Craig knew this was a touchy subject with her, but there wasn't a point in hiding it now. He had seen it and was curious. "Who are Aubrey and Lauren? And what are the sound waves for?" he asked. The young lady didn't look at him, but rubbed her eyes and sighed before she spoke. "Aubrey was my fiancee... and Lauren was our baby girl..." she muttered. "Was?" asked Craig. "They died... in a car accident," she croaked out. "I wasn't there... but I wish I was... It happened a couple of years ago..." A thick silence fell over them. Craig felt worse than before and Alex was crying a bit. Her tears were rolling down her face and landing on the table with a soft plop. She rubbed her eyes and wiped away the tears before pulling the oversized sleeve off her shoulder. Craig got up and stood next to her to get a better look. "The sound wave above Aubrey's name is her saying 'I love you' and the sound wave above Lauren's name is her saying 'Dada'," she said. Craig looked at her shoulder. He couldn't see what she was talking about. Her old tattoo wasn't there. Instead a beautiful tattoo of realistic looking lilacs was in its place. "Alex... I don't see it. There are lilacs..." he muttered. Alex jumped up, nearly knocking him over. "You're joking... right? Please tell me you're joking!" She didn't give Craig a chance to answer. The young lady ran into the bathroom to look at her shoulder. He didn't follow her. He felt it wasn't right. Anguished sobbing could be heard from the bathroom. Craig leaned on the chair she was sitting in. He didn't know what to do. He almost started crying thinking about what Alex had told him. No wonder she didn't want to talk about it. Even though it happened two years ago, it was obvious that it still really affected her. The man blinked away tears and took a deep breath to calm himself when he heard a scream from the bathroom. Alex screamed again. There was this severe cramping that started in her lower abdomen that got really painful really fast. It felt like someone had started a fire inside her. She slunk down on the floor by the tub, unable to stretch out completely or curl up into a ball. New tears were falling from her eyes. Craig had appeared at the door and just stood there. He was unable to do or say anything to help. Her stomach was pushing outward slowly, but noticeably. It picked up the pace and stopped as it was unable to fit under her shirt any longer. She couldn't pay much attention to it for the time being because she began to feel really nauseous. The pain increased as she could feel her ribs expanding slightly and her organs moving and compressing. Her breasts felt like they were filling up, but she wasn't really focused on that. A new heaviness was settling in her stomach and it lurched slightly as the pain began to subside. Craig had joined her on the floor during the ordeal. When the pain was gone and the nausea subsided, the tears kept coming. Alex stared at her protruding stomach. She didn't think this could get any worse, but boy was she wrong. All this did was remind her of Aubrey and how gorgeous she looked carrying his child. The tears fell as she struggled to get up. Craig helped her, but she didn't thank him. Alex walked up to the loft and lied on the bed, softly crying until she fell asleep. Craig continued to stay on the bathroom floor. *** A few hours had passed since the whole ordeal. Craig had eventually stood up and left the bathroom to begin pacing around the lower half of the cabin. He wasn't about to go disturb Alex; he knew deep down it was best for him to leave her be. The time on the grandfather clock off in a corner told him it was a little past one in the afternoon. His stomach was quick to remind him that he needed food. So without much hesitation he walked into the kitchen and began to make him a bite to eat. He looked out the kitchen window and saw white flakes slowly falling and littering the ground. Confused and shocked, he set down what ingredients he had in his hands and rushed over to the couch to turn on the television. Craig hoped that he could at least get the weather channel despite knowing how spotty it was. By a sure chance of luck, the weather channel popped up, a bit fuzzy, but enough that Craig could see quite the winter storm hitting the area. "What the fuck..." he muttered aloud as he leaned against the back of the couch. "There was no way we could be getting snow, I've checked the forecast at least a dozen times and there was no chance of snow," Craig left the television on as he went and got into some warmer clothes. He needed to grab some firewood out behind the cabin; the less electricity they used for heat the better. *** After quietly going back up to the loft to grab some clothes, Craig brought them down to the living room and put them on. Now that he was bundled up he walked over to the front door and opened it. A cold blast of air hit him directly in the face, going past him into the cabin, taking at least a couple degrees down with it. He hurried himself out the door and just as quickly closing it so he didn't let in any more cold. As he stepped outside he closed his eyes for a few seconds so he wouldn't be blinded by the bright white snow that had covered the ground. When he was sure that his eyes had adjusted enough, he opened them one at a time and made his way towards the back of the cabin. He looked over at his car, the one that had brought them out here. There was no way he'd be able to drive them out of here with it snowing. So with an exaggerated sigh he continued his quest for firewood. Craig had made a few successful trips and was now on his final trip outside. A couple patches of ice had begun to form along the trail he had been taking to the back of the cabin. On the way to the firewood, he was able to avoid them with ease but on the trip back, that proved to be rather difficult. With the final load of firewood in hand, Craig cautiously made his way back towards the front door. When he had reached the halfway point, his left foot had found itself slipping on a newly formed patch of ice, twisting his ankle as he fell to the ground. Craig cried out in pain, a mix of cursing and berating himself for being so stupid, and the firewood had luckily landed away from him. He continued to yell as he tried to stand up because the pain was almost unbearable. The only thing on his mind at this point was to get inside where it was warm and maybe go back out for the firewood when his ankle wasn't throbbing. Slowly he stood up, using the side of the cabin to support himself as he tried to avoid putting any kind of weight on his left foot. It had taken a bit longer than he would have liked, but he eventually made it to the front door and went inside as fast as possible. Once inside and making sure the door was closed and locked back up, he leaned against it, sighing in relief. He was damn lucky he hadn't broken anything and he knew it. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door, taking deep breaths as the pain from his ankle seemed to resonate through the rest of his body. "What was all that noise outside...? It sounded like you were in a lot of pain," Alex said, sitting on the couch. "Nothing, it was just nothing," Craig replied without any hesitation, keeping his eyes closed as he spoke. "What are you doing down here, I thought you were asleep?" Alex told him that she was asleep until she heard a loud crash outside and what sounded like someone yelling. She asked him if it was him, who in turn told her no. Alex had her doubts and watched Craig slowly walk away from the door, trying to not put any weight on his left foot. "You slipped and fell, didn't you?" she questioned as she watched Craig go and sit down at the dining room table. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about... Just a slight cramp in my leg is all," he replied, wincing in pain as he sat down. "Mhmm just like you had no idea the camera would work and do all this to me," Alex thought to herself as she stood up with some difficulty. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to this new weight concentrated in the front of her body. When she was sure she wouldn't fall back down into the couch, Alex made her way over to Craig. There was a sort of waddle to her step, something she wasn't really fond of. If it wasn't the waddle that bothered her, it was the way her entire body seemed to move with every step. She knew that she'd need a bra sooner than later; her breasts ached and the way they jiggled around when she walked was driving her nuts. Don't get her started on how she feels about her butt moving, even though she was wearing one of her old pairs of sweatpants, she knew her backside was probably quite the sight. She let those thoughts subside as she pulled the chair next to Craig away from the table and told him to prop his left foot on it. Craig just protested again saying nothing was wrong with him and to just drop the subject. Alex had all day but she was starting to get irritated. Craig was obviously in pain and she had former medical experience to notice when something was wrong with someone. "Come on and humor me, it's the least you can do," she said waiting for Craig to comply. "Fine... if it'll get you to stop pestering me about it..." Craig lashed out in response. He slowly and as carefully as possible lifted his left leg up to the chair, wincing the entire time. To him it was as if time was moving slow and when he thought he had lifted his leg up enough to slide onto the chair, he had barely lifted it at all. "Seriously, Craig, I'm not messing around. You're really starting to irritate me," Alex growled as she was just as tempted to grab his ankle and set it down on the chair herself. Craig was rather shocked, Alex had never lashed out at him before and now it was like she was a different person. He mentally face palmed after having that thought. Of course she was different, Alex was a young woman who was now pregnant, all thanks to his major fuck up. So not to upset her anymore he quickly and gently raised his foot onto the chair, the pain of his ankle making him wince and grit his teeth. "Hmm... yeah it's just a minor sprain. You already have some swelling but some ice should help with that. Tell me where your first aid kit is and I'll get you patched up," Alex said as she had been leaning over his leg. She straightened herself and looked at Craig. "You do have a first aid kit here, right...?" "Yeah... of course. Under the bathroom sink, there should be a giant medical tote full of stuff," Craig replied again wincing as he pointed to the bathroom. Alex just nodded and waddled over to the bathroom. Craig leaned his head back against the back of the chair, once again closing his eyes. His thoughts were whirling around inside his skull. He unconsciously checked his right pocket for the keys to the safe, a smile creeping across his lips as he felt what he assumed were them. Sliding his hand out of his pocket, he rested both hands across his lap while he waited for Alex to come back with the tote. She was crouched down in the bathroom looking for the medical supplies. If it weren't for her stomach getting in the way, the task would have been a lot easier but she was trying to make due. Eventually she found the tote; it was buried under some things that were in the vanity. Alex grabbed it and pulled it out with ease. It was going good until she tried to lift it up. It was quite heavy, which surprised her, but she figured it was her new lack of strength. It didn't seem much like a challenge but when she stood up, tote in hand, she about fell over against the door. "Stupid girly body... can't even pick up a stupid tote..." she grumbled as she pushed herself off the door, using her butt. She used her big belly as a support for the tote and finally walked out of the bathroom to where Craig still was. Setting the tote down on the table, she walked over to the kitchen to grab a rag and some ice. "Took you long enough?" Craig said as he had watched Alex struggle with the tote. If looks could kill, Craig would have been six feet under. "You can fix your own god damn ankle, I don't have to help you," Alex said as she set the wash rag down and thought about what she was going to do next. She stared out the kitchen window watching the snow fall. "Calm down Alex, it was just a joke. I didn't mean anything behind it." "You want me to calm down? You want me, of all the people in this cabin, to calm down? It's your fault this even happened! Oh hey Alex, wanna spend a week with your boss at his remote cabin in the wilderness? Nothing could fucking go wrong! Instead of spending a relaxing time far from the city, I'm now a woman and not just a woman, a pregnant woman. All because of some stupid camera that 'supposedly' has the power to do such a thing." Craig was silent as Alex continued to go off on him. He deserved most of it. If it weren't for his sudden 'interest' in the camera none of this could have happened. But it was just a shock that the camera ended up in Alex's bag and after hearing all the stories and legends; it was just too good to be true. He was caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Alex was now standing next to him. She had calmed down a bit, getting most of her pent up frustration out. Enough that she had gotten the makeshift ice pack made up and was trying to hand it to him. "Would you take the thing already? I need to start preparing to wrap your foot," Alex said as she was close to dropping the ice pack onto Craig's lap. Craig had finally come out of his thoughts and looked up to see a dark red washcloth bundled up and starting to drip water. He reached up with both hands and took it from Alex. She directed him to put it on his ankle and to hold it there as much as possible while she tried to find something to wrap his foot with. Craig did as he was told, wincing again when he felt the cold of the ice touch his skin. It sent a shiver down his spine as he quickly removed it from his ankle, giving it a few seconds before setting it back down. Alex was on the other side of the table where the tote sat open. She was digging through it's contents, hoping to come across some sort of bandage wrap, otherwise she'd have to improvise. After a few minutes of looking and almost at the bottom of the tote, she found a roll of the bandage tape. There was only a bit left; hopefully enough that she could properly wrap up his ankle. "Keep up with the ice on that ankle Craig, I wanna get the swelling down before I get you wrapped up," Alex said as she sat down in the nearest chair with a bit of difficulty. "Right. So tell me exactly how you know all this medical mumbo jumbo? Because you seem to know what you're doing," Craig replied looking over at Alex. "When..." she started, trying to hold back a new set of tears. "Sorry. When Aubrey and Lauren passed I decided to spend most of my free time being a volunteer EMT. Spent all the time taking the classes and the training. I didn't want anyone to suffer as bad as I did..." "Wow... So why a desk job? I mean it sounded like you had quite the passion for being on an emergency response career." "I was just a volunteer. It wasn't something I wanted to make a living doing. You can't put a price on life. At least that's what my old instructor used to tell me," Alex said with a slight smile. "Well I think it's been long enough for some of that swelling to go down, let me get you patched up. Alex stood up with difficulty, using the table and chair as a balance. She held onto each chair that she passed so she wouldn't fall. "I don't think I'm ever going to regain my sense of balance again." She asked Craig to move his leg so she could sit down. Alex giggled slightly as she helped him. When his leg was in the air, she sat and gently placed his heel on her knee. Craig stayed quiet as he watched Alex take the wrap and carefully wrap up his ankle within a matter of minutes. "It's not every day that someone has to fix up their boss," she winked while standing up and setting his foot down. "So now what?" Craig's mind had been on at least twenty other things, none about what they were going to do next. He kind of thought about it and asked Alex what she thought. "I'm not quite sure either... I can't exactly go back as Alex... Ugh... My entire life has to change if we can't get me changed back to normal. That camera, is there a track record for people turning back to normal if it's used on them again?" Alex asked. There wasn't an immediate reply as Craig thought about it. He couldn't exactly recall there being any stories about the camera fixing what it had caused. Craig wasn't about to actually try it; there was a feeling in the bottom of his gut that they should avoid using the camera again. "I've never heard of anyone having successful results, I think you got lucky with what happened to be honest..." Alex had been sitting on the edge of the couch, her hands unconsciously resting on her pregnant stomach. "Ashlyn." "Uhh what?" "My new name. I told you, I can't go back as Alex because I don't look like him. So I'm taking it upon myself to give me a new name. I've always been told my folks that if I had been born a girl that's what they would have called me..." Craig nodded. He thought the name fit her rather well, though he wasn't exactly sure why she was so up front about changing her name. Alex was a gender neutral name as far as he was concerned, but if it's what she wanted then he'd just have to accept it. "So I got us a pile of firewood over by the fireplace... My intention was to get a fire started so we could conserve the power of the generator to just the basic appliances. I don't expect you to worry about it because you're..." Craig began to say before getting cut off by Alex. "Excuse me? Just because I'm now a pregnant woman doesn't mean I'm freaking helpless you, you... Ugh," Ashlyn replied as she walked over to the fireplace. She grabbed a log at a time and placed them in the fireplace and grabbed some newspaper nearby. Within a couple minutes she had a nice sized fire going. The fire was already starting to warm up the place. She looked over at Craig with a 'I told you so' look and went over to the couch. Ashlyn was fuming once again. "It's like he doesn't even know what I'm going through..." she thought. "You know ever since this morning you've been acting like a complete and total..." Craig stopped himself before letting the last word slip out. "Are you serious? Look at me, Craig! I have every reason to be a complete and total bitch. My entire existence is basically ruined because of your fuck up." "Thank you for reminding me once again! I know I fucked up alright, you don't have to constantly keep reminding me. I mean for a few minutes I thought we were actually getting along but I can see that went out the window." "Yeah we were, but then you had to open your mouth and treat me like I'm some princess who needs saving. The only one who needs saving is you, Mr. I Sprained my Ankle. I-I..." Ashlyn stopped as she felt something in her stomach. The feeling went away just as quickly as it appeared. Whatever it had been made her lose her train of thought. "I'm starting to regret every inviting you out here Alex. If it weren't for the god damned snow I'd have dropped your ass off back at your house and forget this even happened. For the upteenth time I'm sorry for what I did to you. It was an accident that I can't take back. I have the damned thing locked up just so none of us would have to see it." "Wait, what do you mean you have it locked in a safe?" Ashlyn demanded as she got up from the couch and started walking over to Craig. "I'm pretty sure I didn't stutter. The camera is locked up in the safe in the kitchen. It's been there since this morning after you took a nap." "Well get it out because we're officially getting rid of the thing and then..." The feeling had come back, whatever it was. It was like something was moving around and the feeling was getting stronger and more intense. She stumbled a bit as she walked closer to Craig. Her expression must have said it all because Craig looked at her funny. "Oh god... It feels like something is just kicking my insides... Oh my god this hurts..." Ashlyn cried out as she started tearing up. Whatever was happening to Ashlyn was scaring the ever living crap out of her and hurting her. She had barely made it to one of the chairs by the table and propped herself against it. "What the hell Ash?" Craig asked, not quite sure what was going on with her. "This better be some kind of joke..." "This isn't a joke Craig... I-I think it's the baby... Oh god... That means I'm actually pregnant..." Ashlyn sobbed as the dams in her eyes let loose. "The baby? Wait... the camera actually made you pregnant?! Holy shit Ashlyn..." was all Craig could say as he tried to stand up from his chair. He took a deep breath as he gently stepped down on his left foot. His ankle started throbbing, but it wasn't bad enough that he couldn't handle it. He hobbled his way over to Ashlyn as fast as he could. Craig wrapped an arm around her and led her back over to the couch. It took longer than they both anticipated. Ashlyn would stop every couple steps as the baby kicked, sending pain all through her body. Each time she stopped, Craig would just hold her until the baby had decided to stop for a bit and would continue to inch their way over. When they had made it to the couch, Craig moved the throw pillows and had her lie down. Ashlyn didn't protest as she lied down on her back, propped up a bit by some of the pillows. She took deep breaths while Craig sat next to her, ready to help her out as much as possible. "I'm sorry Ash and I'm not apologizing because you're in pain either. I think us fighting has put too much stress on your body and it's effecting the baby..." Craig said softly not wanting to believe the possibility of her actually being pregnant. Only silence followed between the two as Ashlyn was thinking about all the things she's heard of what women usually do in this kind of situation. She searched her brain, filtering through all the television and movies she had watched, hoping for something to tell her the answer she desperately needed. Not having much luck she asked Craig if he knew what to do. When he shrugged and told him he had no clue she was ready to scream. "I think you just have to wait it out... I mean I'm not an expert on these kind of things so don't take my words for granted," he muttered while watching Ashlyn. "Very... reassuring," was all Ashlyn said as she felt the movements start to slow and not hurt as much. It was enough to bring a smile to her face. In the spur of the moment she grabbed one of Craig's hands and put it on her belly where the baby had been kicking, just so he had the chance to feel it before it went away. Craig was about to ask what the hell she was doing but stopped when he felt the baby kick against where she had put his hand. Craig just looked at her with a shocked expression. She had let go of his hand so he could move it if he wanted, her face was bright red from embarrassment. Ashlyn just shrugged and tried to hide her face with her shirt that was still too big for her. All it did was make Craig start laughing which in turn made her start laughing. The two couldn't stop even if they wanted to. They weren't fighting and it was good enough for them. *** The next day had started on a better note than the previous day. Both Craig and Ashlyn woke up feeling rather refreshed and ready to go about their business. Craig had brought up that they should probably try and find something more fitting for Ashlyn so she had "support" in certain areas and wasn't having to wear her old clothing that barely fit. She agreed since she was wearing the same pair of sweatpants from yesterday and a dark blue short sleeve that barely covered her belly. Craig had the brilliant idea of looking through the dressers in hopes that some previous ladies he had brought with him over the years had left something behind. While he was busy with that, Ashlyn just sat at the edge of her bed and watched. There wasn't a lot she could do and Craig insisted she just sit. As much as she wanted to argue about being treated like she was helpless again, she decided not having a repeat of yesterday was more important. "Huzzah! I think I found something...?" Craig said with rejoice as he pulled out a lacy pair of bright blue panties. "Umm..." He threw it on the bed next to Ashlyn and tried to act like it was nothing. He went back to searching for more hand me downs. Ashlyn picked it up with a disgusted look on her face, "There is no way in hell I'm wearing this...," She just let it drop next to her and went back to watching Craig who managed to pull out a bra that was clearly way too small for what she had. He jokingly held it up to his chest and asked her what she thought. "Ha those aren't going to fit these puppies..." she stated while grabbing her breasts and lifting them up. "I mean they would, but it's probably going to be just as uncomfortable. I've heard a lot of women complain about that kind of stuff, especially Aubrey..." Ashlyn started to tear up at the thought of her former girlfriend. She wanted to blame the hormones but she knew it wasn't just that. Her thoughts were all focused on the old memories of her and Aubrey and it just brought on the waterworks more. "You okay, Ash? Did I say something wrong...?" asked Craig who seemed to be genuinely worried. "If I did I didn't mean to upset you." She shook her head no and wiped the tears out of her eyes, trying to think of happy thoughts that didn't pertain to Aubrey or Lauren. Instead her mind seemed to latch onto each thought and hold onto them for dear life as if she'd forget them. Ashlyn knew deep down that she never really got over the fact that they were gone, it was just buried deep and locked away. That is until she was suddenly turned into a pregnant woman. Craig had left the loft area since to him it looked like Ashlyn wanted to be alone. They had already ate breakfast which consisted of cereal and a couple slices of toast with butter and jam. He went and sat down at the dining room table and pulled out his phone knowing they wouldn't have any signal. It was one of those new fancy smartphones that had been out for quite some time. One of the better perks of being the head of his office. He had a couple of games on it to pass the time, so he started one up. Craig could hear the silent sobs coming from above and chose to ignore them. Grabbing a pair of earbuds he drowned out the unwanted noise. His thoughts were in a drift, going back to yesterday. It got to a point where it was distracting him from his game. Getting frustrated he turned off his phone and set it down on the table, taking both earbuds out. He didn't hear anymore sobbing coming from the loft and thought that Ashlyn must have calmed down. There wasn't a prayer's chance that he was going back up there. "This is going to be a long rest of the week..." he muttered to no one in particular. Craig stood up from the table and went over to the couch. At first he was sitting down and eventually he had fell over and was lying down. A few minutes later he was asleep with his left foot propped up. "Hey Craig I have an idea for my clothes issue..." Ashlyn began to say as she walked down the steps noticing he was asleep. She quieted down and decided to go looking for the camera. Her idea was to use the camera to hopefully change her clothes so they'd fit. It was a pretty fool proof plan. All she knew was that the camera was locked up in a safe somewhere in the kitchen. As quietly as possible, she went looking through every cabinet and drawer in the kitchen, making sure not to make any loud noises. The last thing she wanted to do was wake up Craig. The last cabinet that she checked held the prize she was looking for. It was the kind of safe that you'd normally see in a hotel, in all it's grey glory. Ashlyn noticed that the lock was one of those new dimple locks that were supposedly unpickable and she knew Craig had the key. She frowned, the last thing she wanted to do was cause even more problems between her and Craig but she really needed clothes. Almost tiptoeing out of the kitchen and past the dining room Ashlyn went back up the loft. Craig had tossed his clothes from yesterday next to the dresser. She squatted down to grab his jeans. Digging her small hands through the pockets, coming across nothing. She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, not even noticing that Craig had come up the stairs and had watched her. His jeans were still in her hands. "Mind telling me what you're doing with my jeans? They won't fit you if that's what you were trying to do," Craig said as he walked up the last couple steps so he was now in the loft. "Where are the keys to the safe?" she asked looking over at him the jeans slipping from her hands. "I need it..." Craig had cut her off demanding she tell him what she was even thinking, "I locked that thing away so it wouldn't cause any more issues. What ever cocky-brained idea you came up with better be worthwhile to make yourself look so suspicious. Were you going to use it on me? As a way of getting back at me?" The accusations just never seemed to end as Ashlyn yelled back at him that she needed clothes. She couldn't keep going on wearing the same pair of sweats and a shirt that was clearly way too big for her. The list kept up as she told him how difficult it is to have her boobs swinging wildly with about every step and sometimes it was even starting to hurt. Ashlyn was trying to stay calm and not get so worked up, so she stood up and went downstairs where she wouldn't be around Craig. "Where are you going?" yelled Craig as he watched her go right past him down the stairs. He was fuming but he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. The last thing he wanted to do was cause another episode for Ash. Craig stood there for a bit digging his hands in his pockets, his right hand coming across a set of keys. Without a moments hesitation he pulled them out and only saw his car keys and the key to the cabin. "Oh no..." he said aloud as his mind started racing trying to think of where the keys to the safe had gone. Trying not to panic, Craig walked down the stairs as if nothing wasn't wrong and increased his pace when he reached the bottom step. Walking over to the dining room table he looked under and around it in case it had slipped out of his pockets. He stopped and thought about it for a moment and remembered when he had slipped on the ice, the keys to the safe must have fell out of his pocket. Craig grabbed his jacket hanging up on a hook by the front door when Ashlyn asked him what he was doing. "Going to grab some fresh air," he lied as he opened the door and was out. "Be careful..." Ashlyn tried to say as he went out the door. She just sighed and decided to try and relax. *** Ashlyn groaned. She had decided to get away from all the bad vibes and take a shower to relieve stress. So, here she was, standing in the bathroom. Honestly, she didn't want to undress and see what her body looked like naked. I mean, normally she would, but she wanted to forget everything that happened and treat herself to a hot shower. Undressing proved cumbersome because of her pregnant belly, but she managed and sat on the side of the tub while adjusting the water. The water felt phenomenal against her skin. The knots in her shoulders were eased out by the massaging droplets and she stood under the spray for a few minutes before tending to her hair. Ash worked in the shampoo, then rinsed, before spreading conditioner through her hair. She was pleased, so far. As she lathered up a shower pouf with her favorite body wash, she wondered how she was going to shave her legs. It wasn't extremely difficult to do so. She nicked her legs a fair few times, though there wasn't much blood, which she was grateful for. She fumbled around with her armpits and managed to get them stubble free. A rather... different thought entered her mind. Should she shave her lady bits? She cautiously reached down to touch the area and get a feel for how much hair was there. It didn't seem like much, thank God, because Ashlyn was afraid of doing permanent damage to such a tender area. She set the razor aside and got back under the water. The young lady rinsed her body off and washed the conditioner out of her hair. The water was still pretty hot, so she lingered underneath and let it cascade down her. This body wasn't so bad after all, until... she moved slightly and the downpour was massaging one of her nips and making it tender. The sensation was different and Ash was really focusing on it instead of how good the water felt overall. She didn't want to move, even when a new sensation grew between her legs. Since she was alone, it couldn't hurt to see what it felt like, right? With a nervous hand, she gently started rubbing the other nipple. It was just as sensitive as the other and it immediately sent tingles through her upper body. She shivered slightly at the different feeling she was experiencing. After a little bit, she cupped her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. A slight moan escaped her lips, but it wasn't audible enough for her to realize what she did. She gave another slight squeeze and moved on to her nipples again. Ash pinched them and rubbed them and rolled them between thumb and forefinger. The feelings between her legs grew and pulsated as it begged to be touched. The young lady was trying to hold off on delving into her womanhood, but it was so hard, considering she wouldn't leave her breasts alone. After much deliberation and with a shaky hand, she reached down and slipped a finger or two inside her. Ash gasped at the warmth and wetness of her vagina. It certainly was a different experience from this side. She maneuvered her fingers around a bit, exploring her depths. She sort of found her sweet spot, but lost it after a few seconds; she'd have to continue masterbating to further learn what feels good and what doesn't. Ashlyn pulled her fingers out and looked at them, really considering seeing what she tastes like. She hesitated too long and that curiosity left her rather quickly. Instead, she felt around for her clit. When she found the little nub, the young lady rubbed it with her fingers and that amazing feeling began working its way through her. As the feeling grew, her fingers worked quicker. Soft, gentle moans escaped from between her lips, but they got louder as the feeling overwhelmed her. Sometime during her playtime, she slipped her fingers back into her vagina and began working them, too. Just as she was about to reach orgasm, Craig came knocking at the door. "Are you alright in there?" he asked. "It's been over an hour and I need to shower, too. Ya know, if you need help, you could have asked. We could have figured something out." Ashlyn froze and managed to stammer out a reply. Did he know what she was doing? Was she being that loud? Those questions were pushed aside as invading thoughts of him pleasuring her captured her attention. She could feel blush color her cheeks bright red as she frantically tried to think of something else. It didn't matter what she tried to think about next, those thoughts came back. Ash quickly finished up her shower and tried so hard not to think of him in that way as she dried off and got dressed. She had no idea what made her change her mind about him. She felt guilty that she wanted him to sex her up, especially because she didn't know if she had any other feelings for him. *** While Ashlyn was busy in the shower Craig had gone outside looking for the keys. He was really glad he bundled up because the wind was blowing, sending snowflakes to go all over the place. "Just great, it's still snowing. At this rate we're going to be stuck here a lot longer than planned," he thought to himself as he grabbed the railing attached to the steps. He slowly made his way down the 3 steps, making sure he wouldn't slip and being extra careful with his sprained ankle. In the past couple days since he had his accident, his tracks had been covered by the never ending snow. In fact, there was at least a couple more inches since the last time he had been outside. If Craig were to take a guess, he'd say there was close to 4 or 5 inches of snow. There was no way they'd be able to drive out of here anytime soon. Luckily, they had more than enough food and supplies to last them. He immediately regretted not putting on some coveralls or something with thicker padding as he took the first step off the steps. Some snow had sunk into his shoes and soaked his socks. Craig cursed out loud and started walking towards where he thought he had slipped and fell. The mix of the cold air and snow made his trek feel like hours had gone by when only a few minutes had passed. When he had finally made it to where he was absolutely sure he had fell, he slowly got down on his knees and started moving snow with his hands. In the midst of things he realized it would have been much easier to just use a shovel, but it was too late for that now. Finally after maybe fifteen minutes in the snow, Craig had found the key. For the first time since a long time Craig was extremely happy. He wasted no time standing back up and making his way back to the cabin. *** Once Craig was inside, he immediately stripped out of his soaking wet clothes and changed into some fresh ones. Afterwards he went over to the stone fireplace and got a fire going, something he should have done that morning. When the fire was blazing, Craig grabbed his wet clothes and laid them out near the fire so they would dry rather quickly and not get singed. He sat by the fireplace to warm himself up with the key to the safe in hand. He looked over at it as if it were the first time he had ever seen such a thing. His thoughts drifted over to the camera that was locked away and then to Ashlyn's need of some new clothes. She had already wanted to use the camera for the same purpose and it just ended up with them fighting. He stood up from the fireplace and walked over to the kitchen. Carefully squatting down he opened the cabinet that contained the safe and stuck the key into the lock. Twisting it slowly to the right, he heard the click sound, which brought a huge sense of relief as he pulled the safe door open. There inside the safe was the camera just as he had left it. Craig couldn't help but smile and grabbed it and closed the safe door so he could get the cabinet door shut. "I hope this works..." he muttered to himself as he briskly walked up to the loft. As he trudged upstairs, camera in hand, he looked it over and was amazed at how good it looked despite having fallen from the loft area. The young man set the camera down on his bed and went rummaging through the dresser over on Ashlyn's side. He pulled out some red boxer briefs by the elastic band and set it down on the bed. Grabbing the camera, Craig aimed the lens down at the underwear and pressed the button. The flash engulfed them and in mere seconds the briefs had changed into a pair of frilly pink panties. A big smile spread across his face; it was more from shock than anything. He was just amazed that it had actually worked. Craig grabbed more clothes out of the dresser until everything that Ashlyn had brought was on the bed. Stepping back, he looked through the lens of the camera, making sure every bit of the clothes were in it. Without wasting any more precious seconds, he snapped a picture of the clothes, watching them get bathed in the flash of light. Like the boxer briefs, they too changed into their female counterparts. The shirts turned into l