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Mommy-To-Be
April
It was a normal late Saturday morning at my girlfriend's house--- until
the screaming started.
The screamee was my girlfriend's 16-year-old daughter, Tiffany.
"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked anxiously as Linda pulled Tiff
through the kitchen, where I was finishing up the dishes, and into the
living room.
I followed. Linda sat down on the sofa and pulled her daughter next to
her. Tiff was sobbing more than screaming now, but...
Tiffany no longer looked like the brown-eyed girl that she had been just a
few minutes before, when the two of them went to the basement to do
laundry. Tiffany looked like... Well, she looked a lot like her pregnant
best friend Paige. How was that possible?
But it was true. Tiffany's hair was shorter and turning blonde. Her eyes
were blue. She was growing taller right before my eyes. And then there was
the baby bump. There was no mistaking that.
"What happened?" I asked again.
"Look at me!" Tiff sobbed. "I'm not me anymore. Who am I?"
Linda and I looked at one another and then my girlfriend said, "Sweetie, I
think you're turning into Paige."
Tiffany looked down at her growing belly and the sobbing intensified. "Oh,
my God, you're right! I'm pregnant. I can't be pregnant! How did this
happen?"
Linda leaned into the daughter who had suddenly grown taller than her and
stroked her hair.
"Shh. Shhh. It's okay, honey. We'll figure this out."
Tiffany now was an exact twin for Paige, only in clothes far too small for
her taller frame. For the first time, I noticed that she had some costume
jewelry in her hand. Tiff held it up when she saw where I was looking.
"This shocked me," she said. "And then I started to change."
She tossed it onto a pile of clothes next to her that probably should have
gone into the laundry basket. Tiffany typically left her stuff scattered
all over the house.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and before Linda had a chance to answer it,
Paige's mother burst into the house.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't knock," she said. "But Paige is
missing. She was supposed to be home hours ago. Have you... "
And then she saw Tiffany--- or rather who used to be Tiffany but now
appeared to be Paige.
"You were supposed to be home long ago, young lady. We're moving to
California tomorrow, and you know it. You have to get packed. And your
father has to start his new job on Wednesday. We don't have time to
waste," she said. "Why didn't you call? Why are you still here?"
Paige's mother started toward the girl that she thought was her daughter.
Linda stepped between them.
"That's not Paige," she said. "That's Tiffany."
The obvious idiocy of that statement stunned Paige's mother into silence,
for a moment at least. Then she laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
"Very funny," she said. Then she turned to Tiffany and added, "Why are you
wearing Tiffany's clothes? Go put on your own. We're going home."
Linda crossed her arms.
"She's not going anywhere," she said.
Previously shocked into silence by the insanity of this situation, I
suddenly realized that I must get involved, if for nothing else than to
avoid the two women fighting.
"Linda is telling the truth," I said as I crossed and sat down next to
Tiffany, putting my arm around her. "I saw Tiffany change into Paige. It
really happened."
Feeling an uncomfortable lump, I stood up slightly and pulled the clothes
and the jewelry out from under me. Something shocked me.
But I was too concerned about what was happening between Linda and Paige's
mother to give it much thought.
"You're both lying," she said. "Or maybe you're both crazy. Paige, why
don't you say something?"
Just then, Linda glanced at me and her jaw dropped. "Oh, Bryan, now you're
changing too!" she shrieked.
Tiffany looked too and her new blue eyes grew as large as saucers. "Oh,
no, you're turning into me!"
Tiffany then looked up at the woman who thought she was her mother. "I'm
not Paige," she said. "I'm Tiffany. Really, Mrs. Mueller, I am. And now
Bryan's turning into me. I know it's crazy. I know it is. But it's true."
Still, Mrs. Mueller didn't seem swayed by what she heard and what she now
saw, a grown man turning into a teenage girl. Even though I wasn't all me
anymore, I retained enough of myself to realize that this was a dangerous
situation and I had to try to do something to prevent someone from being
hurt.
Paige's mother still intended to push past Linda. I tried to stand up to
intervene, but with shorter legs and a shift in my center of gravity I
fell back on the couch next to Tiffany. Fortunately, a phone call
intervened. Mrs. Mueller's instinct to instantly answer a call outweighed
her intent to do battle with Linda and take her daughter home.
"John, I've found..." she started to say after she answered, but never
finished.
"What? Where? She's at the bus station? With Bill? Are you sure?
"Yes, I know you know what your own daughter looks like. But are you sure
it's her? Okay, okay. I believe you. I'll be right there."
As she clicked off the call, Mrs. Mueller looked totally shell-shocked.
"I don't know what's going on here. You should all be ashamed of
yourselves."
And she stormed out the door.
All eyes turned to me. I knew why Tiffany had been screaming. I wanted to
scream, but I did not. Tiffany stood up and looked down at me.
"Oh, Bryan, I'm so sorry. You are me. I don't know why. But you are. Just
like I'm Paige.
Linda sat down next to me and gestured for Tiffany to sit on the other
side of her. Then she put her arms around both our shoulders.
"This is insane, I know," she said. "If I hadn't seen what happened, I
wouldn't believe it either. Magic like this just isn't real. But here we
are."
She pulled me into her. I didn't resist. I just felt numb and lifeless, as
if I were a spectator instead of a participant in this Freaky Friday
fantasy. For a moment, when there was danger, adrenaline kept me going,
ignoring what was happening to my body. Now the danger was gone. And, so
it seemed, was the person I used to be. Instead of an adult male, I was a
petite girl. My mind simply couldn't process that.
"Paige's mother saw you change from Bryan into Tiff, and she still didn't
believe it," she said. "I still don't believe it. My daughter's her
pregnant best friend. And my boyfriend is my daughter."
I sensed Linda turn to me, but I kept my head down. I wouldn't, I couldn't
make eye contact. I was too embarrassed. Too humiliated. Even though I had
done nothing wrong, it felt like I had. Fortunately, my male clothes were
baggy enough that I couldn't see the breasts that I felt on my chest.
"Bryan, I know that this is the most difficult for you. You're a 40-year-
old man in the body of a 16-year-old girl. I can't imagine how you must
feel."
She squeezed my shoulder. "But don't worry. We'll figure out what
happened, and we'll reverse it. I promise you.
"But first things, first," she said as she got up, grabbed my hand and
pulled me up with her. "Until we get this fixed, you can't walk around
like that. Let's get you into some of Tiffany's clothes, and then we'll
research this necklace on the internet.
The real Tiffany, now a blonde six inches taller than me and six months'
pregnant, took my other hand. "I hate this too," she said. "But we'll get
through it together, you'll see. With any luck, we'll be like this for
only a little while."
* * * * * * * *
In Tiffany's bedroom, I made a concentrated effort not to look in a
mirror. How I felt was bad enough. To see how I looked, I was afraid,
would push me over the edge.
I had already stepped out of my shoes in the living room, and if Linda and
the new Paige hadn't been holding me up, I would have tripped on my jeans.
My too large socks fell off in the hall.
"Drop those pants and take off that shirt," Linda said.
I did, and stood there in my boxers. The cool air on my bare chest--- my
breasts!--- felt so disturbing that I nearly looked down. Instead, I
closed my eyes.
"Boxers too," she added, and I complied.
"Okay, put on these panties and shorts."
I opened my eyes just enough to take them. Then I backed up to the bed and
sat down to put them on. The soft cotton of the panties snugged up against
my crotch--- my now flat crotch. The denim shorts wouldn't go on.
"Lie down on your back and pull them up," the new Paige suggested. "That's
easier."
Linda saw how miserable I was about all this. "I'm so, so sorry, sweetie,"
she said. "This will soon be over. Now, stand up, please and turn around."
With my eyes still closed, I could feel her put my arms through straps and
then close a snap at the middle of my back. A bra! I was wearing a bra!
And I could feel my breasts---- No, not my breasts! Tiffany's breasts! I
could feel Tiffany's breasts lift and lighten, while the straps pulled
down on my shoulders.
"And here's a top," Linda said. "Tiff, put her--- I'm sorry, Bryan, but
that's what you are for the moment--- put her hair up in a ponytail so it
won't bother her so much. She's not used to long hair. And find her some
shoes, maybe flip-flops. Those are easy. Then you two meet me in my office
and we'll see if we can't figure out what happened and how to fix it."
MAY
Using the internet, we found out what happened to Tiffany and me. The
legendary Medallion of Zulo is what happened to us. Linda found all kinds
of references to how it worked and how mysterious it is, suddenly
appearing and then disappearing at the worst times. Tiffany had found it
as the two were doing laundry in the basement, using a washer that came
with the house when Linda bought it two years ago.
Paige had spent the night before with Tiffany and left some of her clothes
behind. Tiff tossed them in the basket to wash with hers. And when she
accidentally dropped Paige's bra behind the washer, she touched the
medallion at the same time she picked up the bra. Likewise, I had touched
the medallion and Tiffany's clothes at the same time when I pulled them
out from under me.
Finding information that helped explain what happened seemed to bring me
out of the almost-zombie-like trance I was in, which was good. But as I
came back to reality, I also realized how alien my new body seemed. I was
shorter and softer. My hips felt gigantic and my breasts even more so. The
bra seemed to be some sort of torture device that put pressure on me in
all kinds of new places. Panties and shorts pressed so tightly against my
groin that I couldn't believe they weren't crushing my balls... Except
that I no longer had balls. As Linda had said, I was a 40-year-old man in
the body of a 16-year-old girl.
And my toes. My toes had pink nails!
I willed myself to ignore the physical discomfort of it all and focus on
what Linda told us as she read from the screen.
"This all just seems to be hearsay and folklore," she said. "But some of
the information does accurately describe the necklace. So that's
encouraging.
"Also, there's good news and bad news," she said looking up, first at her
pregnant daughter and then me. "The good news is that Bryan should be able
to change back to himself in 12 hours."
"All right!" I screamed in a high, feminine voice that startled me so much
that I quickly put a hand over my mouth. Linda and the new Paige laughed
at what must have been a shocked look on my face.
"All right," I said in a quieter, but still disturbingly feminine voice.
Suddenly I had hope and I felt more like my old self, only in drag.
"What's the bad news?" the real Tiffany asked.
"Well, maybe it's not bad. I don't know," Linda said. "But it definitely
seems to be something to be concerned about.
"Anyone who gets pregnant while in someone else's body can't change back
until the baby is born," Linda says. "But it doesn't say what will happen
if you get changed into a body that is pregnant. So maybe you can change
back after 12 hours and maybe you can't. You might have to wait three
months before you can become Tiffany again. We'll just have to wait and
see."
The longest 12 hours of my life followed--- 12 hours that we spent
making forced conversation, cooking lunch, finishing the laundry, and
trying to ignore the bizarre reality that Tiffany now was her pregnant
friend and I was my girlfriend's daughter.
When the time came, Tiffany touched the medallion and some of her own
clothes. Her body shifted slightly. Her hair started to darken. Then the
changes stopped and she was Paige's pregnant twin again.
"I was afraid of this," Linda said. "And I've been thinking about what we
will have to do because of it.
"Come on, girls, let's sit down on the sofa and I'll tell you what I think
we should do."
I shook my head, feeling the ponytail--- my ponytail--- sway to and fro.
"I'm not a girl," I said.
Linda smiled. "Well," she said as we sat down. "About that.
"Tiffany is stuck as Paige until she has the baby in July. That's three
months. There's nothing we can do about that."
I quickly saw where this was going. "No! No!" I said, crossing my arms
under my breasts. "I won't be Tiffany for three months! I have a life too,
you know."
Linda put her hand on my leg, my smooth, bare leg. It felt good--- and
bad.
"I know you do, sweetie," she said. "Believe me, I know that. And you're
my boy friend. I don't want you to be my daughter for one second longer
than you have to be.
"But how do we explain Tiffany's absence for three months if you turn back
to yourself? She's a child. People will ask questions. Her friends. Her
teachers. My friends and the people that I work with. She can't just
disappear."
I shook my head side to side and bit my lip. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"You're an adult," she continued. "Well... you were an adult, an adult
who works at home, lives in a rural area, and travels often. Your
temporary disappearance won't raise nearly as many alarm bells."
She reached over and turned my face toward hers. With a tissue she gently
wiped my eyes and then gave me another to blow my nose. I hadn't cried
like this since... well, never. I couldn't believe what an emotional wreck
I suddenly had become. She hugged me and I sobbed on her shoulder.
Intellectually, as a 40-year-old man, I knew that what Linda was proposing
made sense. But as an adolescent with a whole new set of hormones---
female hormones-- I didn't want to hear it. I wanted to be me again,
dammit!
"Okay," I finally whispered. "Okay, I'll do it because I love you and
because I love Tiffany.
I lifted my head and smiled, not a totally sincere smile, but not a
totally fake one either. "But after three months, I'm going to be the
manliest man you've ever seen! And you'll just have to live with it,
woman! No more washing dishes either!" I said, before blowing my nose
again.
Linda patted me on the head and handed me another tissue.
"You've got a deal," she said with a smile. "
* * * * * * * * *
Because Paige's mother had seen me change into Tiffany, Linda was able to
convince her to not tell the school that Paige was moving away with the
family. The story would be that she was staying behind to live with her
best friend, Tiffany, and finish her sophomore year before joining her
family in California. When the baby was born, it would be put up for
adoption, Tiffany would change back into herself, and I would be Brian
again.
At least that was the plan.
Because Tiffany and Paige really were besties, Tiffany would have little
difficulty pretending to be her friend, and, because we were living
together, she could coach me on how to be her 24/7. And from the moment
that I agreed to the plan, Linda said, I would be called Tiff or Tiffany
at all times and the real Tiffany would be called Paige.
The new name was the least of reality-changing adjustments for me. I had
to go to school again--- as a girl. I had to walk, and talk, and act like
a girl. I had to wear girl clothes. Oh, the clothes. They were tight, and
soft, and skimpy, and, well, embarrassing! When I wore a skirt or dress---
and Linda said that I had to because her real daughter wore them--- I felt
naked and exposed. Although my boobs weren't particularly large--- 34B--
they seemed to get in the way all the time. I hated wearing bras. And I
hated not wearing bras because it hurt when I didn't. My shoulder-length
hair was always in the way too, if I didn't put it in a ponytail. But Mom
said that I couldn't wear it that way all the time. And earrings bugged
the hell out of me, especially hoops, but Linda said I should wear them
too.
Finally, though, I started to develop a fashion sense for my teen girl
body. I learned which tops to wear with shorts and which to wear with
skirts. I learned which shoes went with dresses and which ones did not. I
learned to put on makeup, fix my hair, and do my nails. I learned how to
walk in heels and properly carry a purse. And I learned how to deal with a
period--- Yech!
I also realized that I was wearing some of the same clothes and shoes that
I had bought the real Tiffany as birthday and Christmas presents.
Weirdorama.
On Friday of my second week as Tiff, I noticed Linda watching me as I
swung my bare legs into the car for her to drive us to school. I adjusted
the seat belt between my breasts, checked my face in the mirror of the sun
visor... and saw that she still was staring.
"What?" I asked, throwing my hands wide.
Linda laughed. "Oh, Brian, you're a natural," she said.
"Thanks a lot!" I said, as I crossed my arms and legs and kicked off the
heel of one of my flats. "Now, can we go to school, please? I don't want
to be late."
Mom patted my smooth leg. "You bet," she said as she put the car in
reverse.
"And don't call me Brian," I added as I took sunglasses off my head, put
them in my purse, and then adjusted the hem of my dress. "I'm Tiffany,
remember?"
Keeping her eyes on the rearview mirror, Linda said, "I hope you have
Tampons in your purse. You're probably going to need one today."
From the back seat, Paige chimed in. "It started last night. I made sure
she has some, along with extra panties."
Not long after, Paige called to me one night as we lay in our beds in the
room that we now shared. "Tiff, Tiff," she whispered. "You're really
getting the hang of this being a girl. You're not embarrassing me anymore.
"Tiff? Did you hear me? You're doing really good. I know it's difficult
for you and I'm sorry if I was too critical."
I heard her all right, but I pretended to be asleep. Her words had sent a
chill down my spine. I really was getting the hang of being a girl--- and
I didn't want to. I was losing myself. I had to remember who I was, even
as I pretended to be someone else so that we could pull of this absurd
three-month masquerade.
I'm not sure how long we lay there in the darkness before Paige made it
worse. "It's not like we're pretending anymore," she said. "It's like we
really are best friends."
Probably worst of all, pretending required that I spend time with
Tiffany's boyfriend, Eric, while Paige, for some reason, found herself
drawn to Bill, the father of her baby.
Our first Saturday night date, just one week after I became Tiff, came
much too soon. I wasn't ready, although Paige assured me that I was. She
was wrong. Dinner and a movie were okay, but then we were alone in his car
in a dark driveway. And I could see it coming. He was going to kiss me.
When he did, I feared that I would hurl pepperoni pizza all over the front
seat of his Camaro. Instead, I closed my eyes and pretended that I was
Bryan kissing Linda. That seemed to help and I actually felt like my old
self as I enjoyed the brief moment of passion.
But Linda didn't squeeze my breasts. She didn't lift my top and suck on my
nipples. She didn't put her hand under my skirt and feel me up.
Oh, Christ! It was awful and wonderful. Little electric shocks zapped down
through my tummy from my engorged nipples to my wet--- well, you know---
and back again. I wiggled and moaned. I pressed myself against Eric and he
pushed his tongue into my mouth.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" I hissed in his ear. As a man, arousal had been focused
mostly in one place for me. As a girl, it lit me up like a Roman candle,
from my tiny toes to the base of my pony tail. My ears seemed on fire. As
if he knew that, Eric raised his head and put his tongue in one of them to
turn up the heat--- and the desire.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" I said again, as he started to pull down my little cotton
panties with the red hearts.
"Oh, no! No!" I yelled suddenly, as a remnant of the man that I once was
gained control. I pushed Eric away and pulled my panties back up.
"Not in the car!" I said. "Not in our driveway! My mother might be
watching!"
What was the real reason? Was I holding on to manhood buried deep inside a
teenage girl who yearned to do the dirty deed right then and there, no
matter who was watching? Or did I really think that this wasn't the proper
place?
"I'm sorry," I said and gave Eric a quick kiss. "I'll make it up to you. I
promise. I had a nice time. Night."
And I was out of the Camaro and running for the front door before he could
respond. My mind raced as I stepped inside, hoping to avoid Mom on the way
to my bedroom. What did I just say to Eric? That I would "make it up to
him"? Did I mean it? Of course I didn't. Or maybe I did.
"How was your date with Eric?" Linda said suddenly from behind me. Where
had she been hiding?
"It was fine," I said, as I stopped and tapped my shoe on the hardwood
floor. "Really, it was fine."
Linda put her hands on my shoulders.
"Oh, Brian, I hope that you will forgive me when this is all over. If
there had been any other way, believe me, I wouldn't have asked you to do
this."
Arms crossed below my breasts, I continued to tap my foot and fought back
tears.
"I know," I said softly. "I know. Can I go now? I'm tired."
Mom turned me around. "Give me a hug first," she said. "I want to know
that you're okay."
We hugged, our boobs pressing together. As a man for 40 years, I had no
idea how such intimacy between mother and daughter was supposed to feel.
It was comforting. And it was disturbing, although not nearly as
disturbing as what had almost just happened in the Camaro.
"Good night, Tiff," Linda said. "Sweet dreams."
Yeah, like that was going to happen.
From then on, I insisted that we double-date with Paige and Bill whenever
possible, although Paige didn't always want to do that. Otherwise, I made
sure that Eric and I always were in a place where we could not pick up
where we left off that night in his Camaro. I knew that was something he
wanted to do, and, with a little encouragement, I was afraid that it was
something that I wanted as well.
But prom was coming up. I didn't know what teens do these days after prom-
-- or maybe even during it--- but I had a pretty good idea. The thought
excited me. It made my panties wet and my nipples hard. It also scared me.
The real me--- Bryan--- seemed to be slipping farther and farther away.
Could I keep hold of the real me until Paige had her baby?
Paige and I spent one whole Saturday trying on prom dresses and shopping
for accessories. As, side by side, we appraised our appearance in full-
length mirror in a dress shop, I realized that Bryan still was alive
inside the daughter of his girlfriend. I had been a girl long enough to
know that the default setting for judging one's appearance when trying on
clothes, especially prom dresses, is criticism. But I could truly
appreciate the beauty of these two teens, even as I knew that Paige was
thinking that she looked ugly because of her enlarged breasts and the baby
bump.
As if on cue, she proved me right. "I look horrible," she said. "I can't
go to prom looking like this."
I shook my head, as we continued to stare at our reflections. "No you're
not," I said. "You are beautiful. And you are going. We are besties,
remember?"
In truth, pregnancy made her even more attractive. With short blonde hair
and piercing blue eyes, she stood an elegant 5-8 without heels. She had a
straight nose, high cheek bones, and a blinding smile. As a woman, she
wouldn't be just beautiful, she would be breathtaking.
On the other hand, I could only be described as terminally cute. I had
shoulder-length curly, brown hair, big brown eyes, an upturned nose, full
lips, and braces. Braces for cripe's sake! And pink, no less! The real
Tiffany would have judged my body to be too fat, but the Bryan in me knew
that it was just right, with perky boobs and a bottom just big enough to
complete my hour-glass shape.
With my encouragement, Paige selected a long, emerald green grown. I
couldn't make up my mind, but kept returning to a short, flirty dress,
with bodice of silver sequins and a sweetheart neckline. The hot pink
skirt was layered silk and barely thigh length.
Finally, Paige could contain herself no longer. "Oh, my God, Tiffany, take
that one already. You know that you want it. And it is so you," she
gushed. "Eric will love it!"
Then she laughed. "And all the other boys will too. Girl, you are so hot!"
June
Six weeks after prom, Paige wakened me from a sound sleep. "Tiff. Tiff. I
need to talk to you. Tiff, are you awake?"
I raise up on one elbow, not even noticing anymore the way the weight
shifted on my chest whenever I moved my body without a bra on. "I am now.
What's up?"
Paige raised up too, and I heard her groan a little bit, which reminded me
that the baby was due in just another month.
"I don't want to give up the baby for adoption," she said. "I want to keep
it."
I wasn't sure that I heard her correctly. "Say that again," I said.
"I want to keep the baby," she said.
This time, I sat bolt upright, and, without even thinking about it,
straightened my tank top over my breasts, as I plopped both feet on the
floor.
"Have you told Mom?" I asked.
Paige sat up too. "No, and I'm not going to. You know how she is. She's
stubborn. She has a plan and she's going to stick to it."
I stepped across the darkness and sat next to my bestie. "But if you're
not going to tell her... "
Paige put her fingers on my lips. "I'm not going to be Tiffany again
either. I'm going to be Paige. Bill loves me and I love him. We're going
to run away together."
I didn't say anything immediately, and, as I thought about it, what she
was saying made perfect sense. Even before the prom, I had noticed Paige
wanting to spend time alone with Bill. After the prom, she wanted it even
more. The real Paige and Bill had been in love too, but her parents had
prevented her from seeing him after she got pregnant. That was one of the
reasons that her father accepted a job offer in California. And the main
reason that Paige and Bill wanted to run away together.
"Truthfully, I'm not surprised," I finally said. "That baby has been a
part of you for two months."
I put my small hand on her belly. "And it's part of Bill too."
Paige squeezed my hand. "But I don't want to hurt Mom. If I run away with
Bill, she won't have a daughter anymore once you turn back into Bryan."
I put my arm around my best friend and pulled her close.
"Well, girl friend, I've been planning to tell you something as well, but
I didn't know how to do it because I didn't want to hurt you."
Her blue eyes looked down into my brown. "What is it?" she said.
"I'm not going back to being Bryan anytime soon," I said, as I pushed
long, brown hair behind one ear. "I missed my period.
"I'm going to be a mommy too."
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