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"I'm so not looking forward to this statistics test. Like I get that it's my final math class as an undergrad but god damn." Oliver sighed as he walked with his best friend and roommate Ken. "Bruh. It's statistics like the easiest kind of math. Besides you're basically a math wiz anyways, Mr. Calculus is easy," Ken replied as he adjusted his jacket. Both friends laughed, not letting the chilly air getting to them as they made their towards the Baxter building. It hadn't started snowing like the weatherman had predicted that morning. Not that anyone was really complaining, the cold wind was bad enough as it was. It was only a five minute walk from the Franklin building where most of their classes were held but that didn't stop them from shivering as they walked across campus. When they made it inside Oliver quickly ran to the restroom, the sudden shift in temp making him have to pee really bad. Ken followed him into the restroom continuing their conversation as Oliver occupied one of the urinals. "Man winter can just fuck off already," Ken said right as Oliver finished and pulled the handle down making the urinal flush. "Huh?" Oliver replied as he turned towards the sinks and started washing his hands under the cold water. "I said winter can frig off. I'm tired of freezing my ass off walking across campus," Ken reiterated. "Aww does the poor baby hate the cold?" Oliver chuckled as he fixed his short blonde hair in the mirror before drying his hands. Ken had just flipped him off while quickly dodging the damp crumpled paper towel being thrown at him. Oliver walked past him and picked it up, tossing it into the garbage bin before they walked out. There was still about ten minutes left before Oliver had his statistics class while Ken was free for at least another hour. As they walked towards the classroom they had passed a classmate of theirs; Emmi. She was a pretty little blonde who had an unfortunate one night stand a few months ago that ended with her getting pregnant and the baby daddy quickly disappearing. Oliver and Emmi were pretty good friends, they had briefly dated a few years back when they were college freshmen. Ken wasn't so fond of her but never really had a "reason" to answer all the times Oliver would ask what his deal was. Just as they passed, Ken had made a rude remark about Emmi and the fact that she was pregnant. Oliver immediately stopped walking and looked at Ken with a stern look. "Dude I don't know what the fuck your problem is but that was uncalled for. You're so damn lucky she didn't hear you," Oliver snapped at Ken. Emmi had heard his rude comment and was doing her best to keep her long hair in her face as she bent her head down like she was reading the book in her hand. She was doing her best to hide her teary face. The poor woman didn't understand why Ken hated her so much, it's not like she had done anything to him. She just wished he'd understand what it was like to be her... *** "What are you talking about...if that bitch is too stupid to not get her ass drunk in a bar and let some douchebag stick it in her without her even remembering it; why should I feel sorry for her pregnant ass" Ken said unapologetic about his comment. "Seriously; what do you have against her? I've told you before she's basically a nice girl" Oliver said in reply. Ken stopped and glanced over his shoulder. He saw the petite blonde still sitting down the corridor in much the same way she had been when they passed her by "I don't know" he sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "I just get a weird vibe from her...I don't know what it is; I just don't like her." "And besides that...it's not your ass that gets pregnant," Oliver said smirking at his friend "I thought you had a least a basic understanding of sex" "Shut the fuck up man" Ken replied. Unlike Oliver, Ken wasn't studying anything that had much to do with math. He was in his final semester of getting his education degree but he also had no intention of going out and using it right away. Ken was planning on graduating and then going right back for his Master's in education and administration so he could eventually get a principal's job. "I better get to class," Oliver said as he took the stairs up. Ken said nothing in reply. He turned though and looked down the hall one more time. Emmi wasn't looking up, she gave no indication that she even knew he was there, but Ken felt uncomfortable nonetheless. He shivered slightly and wasn't sure if was still from the cold weather outside or if it was from just being creeped out for some reason. "Stupid" he mumbled as he shook his head. He kept walking around the corner until he got to a spot where there were some comfortable chairs. He took a seat and got out the book he was reading for his next class. He had read a few pages when he heard someone walking slowly in his direction. Ken barely lifted his eyes enough to see the very pregnant Emmi waddling her way toward him. "Don't stop...don't stop...please bitch do not stop here" he pleaded in his mind as he stared at the book trying not to make eye contact. Ken could feel her eyes upon him but he refused to look up and give her any satisfaction and he finally looked up as he could tell she had passed by. He sighed and shook his head. "Dumbass bitch...wouldn't want to be like her," he thought. Emmi had walked past and had not said a word but as she got further away, she heard the thought in his head loud and clear. She smiled a wicked smile of glee as she continued walking. "Oh we'll see about that my friend," she thought to herself. *** Oliver was waiting at the door to the classroom for Emmi, he wanted to apologize for the hundredth for his friends actions before they went in. When she showed up a few minutes before class started, she seemed perfectly fine, even had a smile on her face as she walked right up to Oliver. "Hey Ollie," the young woman said while still keeping her smile. "Hey yourself Em," he replied, smiling back. "I want to apologize for Ken's comment earlier in case you heard it..." "I told you, you don't have to apologize for Ken's stupidity. He just needs to man up and tell me what the hell his problem with me is. I clearly did something at some point to piss him off." Oliver was debating on whether to tell her that Ken really didn't have a reason for why he hated her. After thinking about it for a few seconds he decided not to tell her, at least not yet. They walked into the classroom and sat down in their seats near the middle. The professor was one of the last few bodies to walk in and get situated. After everyone was settled in, the professor walked down the middle aisle of the tables being used as desks and handed out stacks of stapled paper; the statistics test. Oliver took a deep breath as Emmi handed the test to him and after signing his name at the top, began. Forty five minutes later... Oliver and Emmi were walking out of the class, both relieved and a bit worried after turning in their tests. The professor had thrown in some really odd questions that threw Oliver off but as long as he got a C or higher it wouldn't affect his overall grade. Emmi was pretty sure she got at least a B but didn't want to rub it in. "Hmm. It's almost lunch, wanna grab a bite to eat?" Oliver asked as they walked down the hall. "Is your girlfriend gonna throw a fit?" Emmi giggled. Oliver was about to protest but just shook his head with a chuckle. "No, she won't mind if she doesn't know." *** Ken continued his reading for another few minutes until his stomach rumbled "Gah I'm hungry" he said. He dug through his pockets and bag until her found enough quarters for a trip to the vending machine across the way. He bought a Snickers bar and wolfed it down in four bites. "I haven't had a craving for those in a long time," he thought while realizing that he was still starving. "I'd better head up to class," he said to himself grabbing his books and checking his phone as he took the stairs two by two. "Whoo" he said slightly out of breath when he made it to the fourth floor. His lower back was starting to hurt just a little bit but he put it out of his mind as he entered his classroom. He settled into a seat in the back row up against the wall as other students filtered in. For whatever reason, Ken was miserable during class. He couldn't concentrate and he couldn't get comfortable in his seat. He kept squirming and checking the time on his phone all the while he was thinking about lunch. "I am off my game today," he thought after his lecture was over. He headed down and looked around for his friend. With Oliver nowhere to be seen, he shrugged and headed out into the cold. The winter wind whipped at his back and flipped the collar of his jacket up against the back of his neck and his ears. His brown hair was fairly short but it still moved about in the strong breeze. His eyes watered slightly as he shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets, cursing to himself that he didn't bring any gloves. There was a McDonald's on the edge of campus and he saw the golden arches ahead of him like a beacon in the dark. Once inside, his stomach rumbled once again. Ken sent Oliver a text as he ate his Big Mac and fries, wondering where he had went to. He figured that Oliver's girlfriend must have summoned him and Oliver being Oliver, jumped at her whistle. After eating, Ken simply felt tired. "I hope I'm not coming down with something," he said to himself as he headed back to the place he shared with Oliver. "Maybe I just need a little nap," he said as he kicked his shoes off and climbed into his bed. *** Oliver and Emmi had just managed to make it into the cafeteria before the lunch rush, which meant they got the freshest food possible and there were plenty of empty tables to claim. The two quickly got in line behind a few students and grabbed a tray and an empty plate. The cafeteria was more of a "buffet" style, where the students could choose whatever they wanted out of a rather large selection that was cooked fresh every day. Emmi's plate was full of veggies and a couple pieces of fruit, while Oliver made his own burger with lots of bacon on top with a side of waffle fries and barbecue sauce. As they sat down at a nearby empty table, Oliver's phone started buzzing. Setting the tray of food down, he dug his hand into his front right jeans pocket, pulling out his iPhone and seeing that Ken had texted him. "I bet it's your gal pal wondering where you are," Emmi joked, having already dug into her meal. "You would be correct, Kenni is wondering where I went," he replied showing her the text. "Aww at least he cares enough to ask where you are." "Eh, I guess. He's probably pissed that I didn't go to lunch with him. Oh well." They continued to chat while they ate their food, occasionally being greeted by passing classmates who were on their way to different tables. When they eventually finished their meal they ditched their empty plate and tray on the dish conveyor belt that led to the kitchen to be washed. Afterwards they walked out of the noisy cafeteria, neither had any classes the rest of the day and it was only a quarter past one. Emmi suggested going to the library and studying a bit, figuring Ken wouldn't like her coming over to their apartment to hang out with Ollie. Oliver thought it was a great idea, he pulled out his phone and quickly texted Ken that he was going to the library to study. He didn't bother to mention that he was going with Emmi, not wanting to hear the endless rant that would have followed. A few hours later... Oliver and Emmi had spent more time talking then studying in the library, getting the occasional dirty look from someone head deep into their textbooks. They tried their best to stay as quiet as possible but then one of them would make a joke and they'd instantly start giggling again. Before they got into too much trouble, they quickly left the library. The two hung out for a bit longer before they both parted ways for the day, Emmi gave Oliver a big hug, or as much as her pregnant stomach would allow her and thanked him for spending the day with her and for sticking up for her against Ken. "We should hang out again sometime," Oliver told her before getting into his car. "Definitely, take care and thanks again," Emmi replied with a bright smile, knowing they'd be hanging out again soon, only in different circumstances. *** After climbing under a blanket, Ken started to warm up. "Shit...I must be coming down with something; I'm burning up," he said as he stripped down. He pulled off his socks, jeans, hoodie and t-shirt and lay there in just a pair of boxer shorts panting and sweating. He fanned himself a few times before he began to cool down by lying still. His eyes kept closing and he decided to just give in and try to sleep off whatever bug he was coming down with. Once asleep; it would be almost 14 hours before Ken would wake back up. He turned on his side and brought his knees up and his elbows in, almost putting his body in the fetal position. He got cold again and his hand went out searching for the blanket. As his fingers probed and groped, his fingernails began to grow. Slightly longer to start but steadily out longer and longer. As they found the blanket and wrapped around it, the nails thickened and a light pink polish appeared on them. Ken's fingers narrowed and trimmed as he brought the blanket up to his chin. His hands got smaller and much more delicate as he brought them back under the blanket and held them close to his chest. Ken shivered as his arms shrank back and slimmed down as well tucked up close to him. He felt a tickle on the side of his face and his right hand came back out to scratch and move whatever was bothering him as he fell deeper into sleep. As Ken's short brown hair began to grow out longer and longer, it brushed across his cheek. His hair began to wind down and out; some beneath the blanket and some on top of it as it found the path of least resistance on it's way out. His hair was now long, soft and shoulder length but at least it was off his face so it no longer was a bother to him. As his hair began to settle down, he moved his head on the pillow and put out his chin. He could feel the cool air above the blanket on his face. The slight stubble on his chin and cheeks began to pull inward and disappear leaving nothing behind but soft smooth skin. His chin and jawline softened and his lips puffed out and became softer and a nice shade of natural pink. His teeth shrank down and even his tongue did as well as he swallowed. His upper lip smoothed and his nose pulled in smaller and narrower. Pert and with a slight upturn at the end as his cheeks pulled up and became much rounder as well. His eyes fluttered as he entered a stage of deep sleep at the same time his eyes widened and shifted and his eyelashes grew long and dark. Ken's ears pulled in smaller and small holes appeared in the lower lobes as his forehead narrowed and his eyebrows lightened and narrowed as well. The next swallow saw his Adam's apple disappear and his neck go smooth and elongate. The blanket dropped down slightly as his shoulders decreased and rounded off. It continued to go down and cling to his body as his chest and back spasmed twice as they too shrank down dramatically as height and weight disappeared from his shrinking frame. Ken squirmed under the covers and his now soft and feminine face showed a bit of distress as he shifted and lay on his back. His areolas spread out on his bare chest and his nipples thickened and puffed out. His breathing increased and went rapid for a few breaths before he took several long and deep ones in and out. With each deep breath in, flesh began to gather and build up and with each exhale, it moved forward increasing the size of his breasts until they settled naturally back on his chest. Ken turned to the other side; his left side and he rolled his shoulders as his breasts flopped over and lay against each other. His right arm came up to put his hand up by his face and his upper arm now rested soundly on his large breast. His stomach pulled up and in along with his waist as his hips and ass began to grow. He had to move again to adjust for his increased width across his hips but he quickly settled back into sleep as his ass continued to grow out rounder and fuller. Ken's closed eyes tightened and he balled himself up even tighter as the next changes began. His testicles began to tighten up and pull inward closer to his body. His penis began to move with simply a small quiver before it began to lose length and mass pulling up closer as well. His hips shifted as his testicles pulled back into his body and he let out a long exhale as his penis disappeared as he knew it. Skin began to reform and reshape as he became a functioning female. A slight smile came across his lips as his clitoris formed and his vagina settled in. Ken stretched out his legs as far as he could, but instead of his feet coming into contact with the footboard of his bed, his feet now came up to a spot several inches away from it. His legs were shrinking up shorter even as his thighs thickened and became full and round. His calves tightened up and trimmed up as well as his ankles slimmed. He ran his feet back and forth against the sheets as they too began to shrink smaller. His toes slimmed and shrank and the same color of light pink appeared on those nails as well as his small, soft feet came to rest again. Ken flipped forward onto his stomach but only for a moment before his unconscious mind made him turn on to his right side again. Something deep down inside of him knew that he wasn't allowed to sleep on his stomach any longer. Ken's soft hands went to his stomach and lower abdomen and began to make circular patterns there. As the hands moved, so did the flesh beneath it. It began to rise up. A slight round bump was there at first, not very noticeable at all to begin with but it continued to steadily get larger. It kept its round shape almost like a perfect basketball growing larger as it gets pumped up. Ken's hips shifted again and his ankles were no longer quite as slim. His breasts increased in size as his stomach did until they rested up against the large round stomach he now possessed. As a final act, Ken's belly button popped out and his fingers ran over it. A few seconds later; the baby kicked and made his Mom move under the blanket again but it didn't wake her up. Kara continued with her nap as the afternoon advanced into evening and eventual night. *** When Oliver made it back to the apartment, he threw his keys on the kitchen counter and grabbed a soda out of the fridge before heading to his room. Walking past Ken's room, he saw he was fast asleep. Not wanting to wake him up with his loud shenanigans, he slowly closed the bedroom door before continuing to walk to his bedroom. After shutting his door as quietly as possible, which wasn't much because the damn thing squeaked no matter how slow you closed it, Oliver went and sat down at his desk. He still had a few hours left before he'd have to go to bed to wake up early enough to get ready for his 9 AM class. Pulling out his Business Management textbook from his side bag he started going over his notes while reading the assigned pages. After about a half hour of silent reading, he popped in his earbuds and started playing music to help him focus. Around 10 PM, having gotten tired from studying the last few hours Oliver closed his book and shut off his music. After getting ready for bed and double checking he set his alarm for 7 AM, he curled up under the blankets and slowly fell asleep. *** Kara blinked open her eyes and stared at the clock '4:29' stood out in red letters. "Shit; I can't believe I slept that long," she thought as she took in how dark it looked out her window. "It's really 4:30 in the morning..." She felt an ungodly need to empty her bladder:It truly felt as if it were about to burst it was so full let alone it felt like something heavy was just pushing on it. "I gotta go," she thought as she blinked in the dark and began to move. Immediately, Kara realized that something was wrong.as she began to shift her body. She scooted her hips slightly to the right toward the edge of the bed and felt movement in her body like never before. Weight shifted differently, parts jostled and she felt skin and mass in odd places. In mere seconds. alarms starting going off in her brain "Something's wrong with me...what's going on with my body? What the hell did I catch...I knew I was getting sick but jesus...everything feels wrong all of a sudden." She jammed her hand down into the mattress to sit up but found that it took every ounce of strength in her arm to prop herself up: Her chest and top half wanted to topple back over. She made a concerted effort to push up and swing her legs out just to sit up. "Whoa...something is very wrong here," flashed into her mind as her body settled into a sitting position in the dark. Fear now flooded in quickly, a raw panic and inability to understand and comprehend why her body felt so foreign after waking up. Kara's eyes had begun to adjust after being open for a minute now; using the dim light being put off by the electronics in the room and the weak light making its way in through the blinds on the window from the moon and the streetlight at the corner, she began to focus. An irritating sensation set her off as her hair began to flutter down, wisping away at her ears and cheeks as if she had sat up into a spider web. She flung her hand up and swiped "What the...?" ran through her mind as her nail caught her temple and scratched hard; much harder than she expected. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them as wide as she could and looked down. Her eyes widened, she stopped breathing and her jaw slowly dropped. "I have to be dreaming," ran through her mind. "There's no way...I have to be asleep...this is the craziest dream I've ever had but it's a dream." His mind tried to rationalize what she was seeing. "Don't touch! Don't use your hand...your hand..." She looked to her right to where her hand rested on the mattress. There standing out against the dark sheets sat a small hand with long feminine fingernails; it simply completed the picture. "Dream my ass; this is a fucking nightmare." Kara began to breath again. She tried to control it and take in long breaths and let them back out slowly. As she did, she simply watched her body below her move. She watched a pair of large breasts rise up and down, resting on top of a large round belly. "I'm dreaming that I'm a pregnant woman." Further down she looked at a pair of full and creamy colored thighs. With her senses on high alert, Kara could feel her large protruding belly lift up off of her thighs with her inhale and then come back down in contact with them on each exhale. She next realized that her feet were dangling above the floor off the side of the bed. Since she had moved in, every time she had gotten out of bed, her feet hit the ground until this time. She couldn't see them, but she put them together and felt her ankles and big toes touch. She swung her knees out and her feet swung out in opposite directions to come back and crash back into each other. "Get up," a voice in her mind said sternly. It was answered by a different part of her mind. "I don't want to...I don't want to see...I don't want this to be real...I don't understand it if it's not a dream." "Get up!" the voice repeated and with a sigh, she dug the heels of her hands into the mattress and pushed herself up with great difficulty. It had been hard enough to just sit up in bed with all this extra weight on her front but now she swayed like a drunk as her feet dropped to the floor and her massive stomach worked its way up like a cresting wave. She felt her stomach shift, her boobs shift, her legs and hips adjust and her hair swish across the tops of her shoulders. "Long hair too..." she thought absentmindedly as her fingers ran through it. Kara steadied herself on her feet. She let her hands come to her body and she gently ran her hands over the tightly pulled skin of her pregnant belly. Her hands came up and ran over her large breasts. "This all feels all too real," she thought as he hands took in the different textures of the breasts; from the slightly sweaty and slick skin underneath to the firmer and fuller feel on top. Her nipples were super sensitive and her knees buckled slightly when her fingers gave them a pinch. Kara began to walk; her body swayed and moved and jiggled and she quickly realized that she was waddling more than walking a straight line to the bathroom. She felt the composition of the floor change from short carpet to cool tiles under her feet as she flicked on the light. Harsh fluorescent light flooded the room and she shut her eyes to adjust but there would a much more difficult adjustment coming. Kara opened her eyes and tried to scream but nothing came out. She saw herself in the mirror. Wide brown eyes, full pink lips, small pert nose, round smooth chin, long brown hair, full female breasts, very full pregnant belly were all reflected back in the mirror. She looked at the image and recognized it. Finally, she screamed. *** Oliver was fast asleep, dreaming about riding a Harley down the interstate when out of the blue he heard what sounded like a woman screaming. He quickly opened his eyes, taking a quick deep breath and laying there, wondering if the screaming was just part of the dream. It only took a few seconds before he heard the screaming again and jumped out of bed. As he walked towards the door he bumped into something but couldn't really see what it was in the dark. Feeling his way through the dark he walked right to where his bedroom door should have been but there was nothing there but a blank wall. Starting to think he was dreaming again, Oliver slowly felt around the wall hoping he would find the door. When he did find it, he took a mental note that the door was not where it used to be. Stepping into the hallway, things got even weirder. Oliver heard the screaming again and it sounded like it was coming from somewhere below him? That wasn't right, the apartment was all on one floor. Walking down the hall he saw a staircase lit up by a light far away. "Em? Is that you? Did I stay at your place for some reason?" Oliver hesitantly called out, wide awake at this point. There wasn't an answer but it sounded like the source of screaming was crying. Something in the back of Oliver's mind told him he was clearly dreaming but that didn't stop him from running down the steps and towards the source of light. Oliver had ran by the kitchen, having only known it was a kitchen by the time clock from a microwave. "What the fuck...? It's almost 5 in the morning," he whispered to himself as he came upon the source of light. It was a bathroom that was slightly smaller and without a tub. Standing by the mirror was a young woman with long brown hair, her face red and puffy from crying. Oliver could see her very pronounced breasts sitting on top of an even bigger, rounder belly. "W-who are you...?" Oliver asked confused. *** Kara turned at the sound of a voice behind her "Oliver! You have to help me!" she said in a frantic and panicked voice, tears running down her round cheeks. "Help you? Who the hell are you?" Oliver said never more confused in his life. "Ollie...it...it's me," Kara said pleading with her eyes and catching her words between sobs. "It's Ken." Oliver's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Ken? What the...?" He stepped back and began to laugh now. "What's funny...there's nothing funny about this?" Kara said taking a tentative step forward. "How much did Ken pay you to put you up to this?" Oliver said. "I mean, this is one hell of an elaborate joke, I have to give him credit." "J...joke?" Kara said upset. "He really topped himself this time. He somehow moves my sleeping body to a different house...impressive in and of itself, but then tops it off by putting a screaming pregnant woman in a bathroom." Oliver shook his head. "I don't know why or what it means but it is an impressive practical joke." "This..this is no joke Oliver; I really am Ken!" Kara said. "You have to believe me." "No. Ken is not a short pregnant woman; can't happen," Oliver said. "Now...if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my apartment. You need to put some clothes on and I've got class tomorrow and..." Oliver turned his back to walk away when he felt a shove in his back that made him stumble forward into the darker kitchen. "You dumb fuck! You insensitive prick!" Kara yelled after she put her hands on Ollie's back and pushed him as hard as she could. She stomped forward and closed the distance between the two them as Oliver walked backward trying to keep a distance from this crazed naked pregnant woman. "Whoa take it easy there...I..." Oliver began. "No! You listen here: I need your help Oliver. This isn't a joke and I'm not someone Ken hired: I told you the truth I am Ken." Oliver began to laugh again. "Shut the fuck up and listen to me. I left you before your stats class yesterday after we walked past your old ex; I took a seat...wasn't feeling good...went to my methods class and then to Mickey D's...came back here to take a nap." She paused and looked down at her naked body again. "And I woke up as a pregnant woman." Oliver just stared. "You have to believe me," Kara said slowly and deliberately. Oliver took a closer look at the woman before him in the low light. He stepped over and flicked on a wall switch and illuminated the room. Both of them squinted for a moment in the now bright kitchen. There was definitely something very familiar about the woman's looks to Oliver. He knew Ken didn't have a sister, but if he did, she would look like this. The features were all very similar to Ken's just smaller and more feminine. She even had the small mole on her neck like he did and even had the same scar above her left eyebrow. "Holy Shit," he mumbled. While features could look the same, scars and moles weren't hereditary. *** "If you're really Ken, then I'll ask you questions that only Ken would be able to answer," Oliver said smugly. "Are you being fucking serious right now? Why is it so hard for you to believe that your best friend just woke up as a pregnant woman?" Kara yelled back. "For all I know I could still be dreaming and at some point I'm gonna wake up and remember this being some weird lucid dream." Before Oliver could say anything else, a loud slap echoed through the kitchen. Kara slapped the right side of his face leaving a red mark in the shape of her smaller hand across his cheek. She stood there staring at her friend waiting for him to react but only silence filled the void. "You were born on March 8, 1992. You had a dog named Boo growing up because he had white poofy fur. You're mom and dad separated and got back together after working together to fix their relationship. Do I need to continue or do you still think this is some kind of dream?" Kara said sternly as she walked over and sat down at the small breakfast counter across from Oliver. Oliver shook his head and walked into the kitchen, digging through cabinets till he found the one that contained all the drinking glasses. Grabbing one, he walked over to the fridge and set the cup in the little notch on the door and pressed the button for water. After drinking the small cup of water and setting the cup into the sink, Oliver walked so he was again standing across from Kara. "Alright. I believe you Ken. You still have that stupid scar on your left eyebrow from when we were skateboarding and the hair never grew back." Oliver chuckled staring at the woman's face in front of him. Kara didn't respond right away, clearly thinking of what she wanted to say but not finding the right words. While she was busy sitting there Oliver walked out of the kitchen to see what house they had apparently woken up in. Walking to the front door, he opened it and peered outside. The streetlights were still on, illuminating the street in front of him if only a little bit. Oliver looked beyond the street in front of him and could just barely make out the apartments. "Oh fuck..." Oliver said, a bit louder than he expected. "What?" Kara replied, not having moved from her spot. As Oliver closed the door slowly and locking it back up. "Remember the houses that were basically behind us? We're in one of those houses, but how the fuck...?" Nothing was making sense and it almost five thirty in the morning. Sitting down on the couch in what appeared to be the living room, Oliver leaned forward with his head in his hands. Kara still feeling upset about the whole situation slid off the stool she had been sitting on, making sure her feet touched the ground before sliding off all the way and walked over and sat down next to him. Feeling like there was nothing much else to do, she grabbed Ollie's nearest hand and put it on her belly as the baby jostled around. *** "What about this?" Ollie said, his hand pressed against the taut skin of Kara's stomach. A wave of movement passed under his hand, rippling the surface of her flesh. "I don't know...I honestly don't," Kara said. "This is really all just too much to take in; too much to process. Too much has changed and I don't know why...I feel like my brain is about to split open from all the differences." "I know..." Oliver said. "So checklist...you are now a woman." "Duh," Kara replied. "You are now a pregnant woman," Oliver continued. "Double Duh," Kara said. "We find ourselves in a house instead of our apartment. I guess we have to look at what stayed the same," Oliver said. Kara shivered; she looked down at herself. "I'm cold." "You're naked," Ollie said. "No shit Sherlock," she said and began to get up. The couch was well used and rather soft; as such, Kara was having a heck of a time trying to get up off of it. After a second attempt failed she hissed, "Can I get a hand here?" She locked her right hand on the front edge as Ollie hooked his arm under her left and stood up with her. "Thank You," Kara said flipping her hair back and exhaling hard. "Harder than it looks to move with this." She looked up and realized that Oliver was now 8 to 10 inches taller than her where they had been about the same height yesterday. Oliver looked down, he couldn't help but look. "Uh," Kara said in a disgusted tone as she watched his eyes lower and linger on her large exposed breasts. "I should slap you again ya pig." She whipped her arms across her breasts and covered her nipples. "My eyes are up here buddy." Oliver blushed and removed his t-shirt and handed it to Kara. She took it and put it on over her head. It swallowed up her long hair and didn't cover her belly but at least it was something. She pulled her hair out and it fell down over her shoulders. "Long hair isn't the worst of my problems." She tugged on the bottom but it just slid back up letting her belly poke out. Oliver looked around. "So...living room...kitchen and dining," he said pointing. "Bathroom...what's upstairs?" "Let's find out," Kara said. "Velma, Shaggy and Scooby will take the basement while Daphne and I check upstairs," Oliver joked. "You're not funny," Kara said as she followed him up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, they opened the door on the left. It was filled with boxes and junk. "Later," Oliver thought as he opened the door to the right. "Oh shit," he said as he stepped inside. There was a queen sized bed with both sides looking well used as well as two dressers and few piles of clothes and shoes and a full closet. From just the pairs of shoes lined up along the side, they could both tell that there were clothes here for both sexes. Kara went to the closet first and dug in at the far right. She found skirts and dresses and a few nice blouses and sweaters...her dress clothes. Sweatshirts and more casual clothes were in front of them and below were a pair of pink and white sneakers, sandals, boots and heels. For curiosity's sake, she stuck her foot out and snagged a sandal; her foot fit it perfectly. *** Oliver walked over to one of the dresser and saw a few picture frames, all of them with him and Kara in them. He picked one up, it looked recent because it had him standing behind Kara and holding the sides of her pregnant belly with her hands on top of his. Both had bright big smiles on their faces as if they were really excited. Next to the picture looked like a date. "May 4th, 2016," Oliver read aloud as he walked over to Kara. The date sounded oddly familiar to him but couldn't quite pinpoint it in his swirling mind. "Huh?" Kara asked, having slipped her other foot into the matching sandal and turning to see what Oliver found. "It's a pregnancy announcement," Oliver mumbled as he held it in front of her to see. "Like it looks professionally done." Kara swiped it from him to get a closer look and looked up at him. "This is your 'girlfriend's' due date." "Emmi is not my girlfriend! Just because we dated a couple years ago doesn't make her my girlfriend," Oliver snapped back. Speaking of Emmi, Oliver could hear his phone ringing and walked over to the other dresser where his phone had apparently been sitting. The caller ID said it was from someone named Eddie. "Hello?" Oliver answered with a confused tone in his voice. "Ollie? Oh thank god. It's Emmi, something happened!" the male voice frantically said on the other end. "Em? Umm yeah, Ken's a pregnant woman and we're in some house that clearly is ours..." Oliver replied. "Give me the address. I'm coming over," Emmi said, grabbing a pen and paper as Oliver gave her instructions while looking out the bedroom window. When they finished talking, Kara was grabbing a few bits of clothing and walking into the bathroom that was connected to the bathroom. Oliver had just heard the door shut and walked over, knocking. "Ken? You alright?" he asked. "I'm trying to change you pervert! You've basically have seen me naked..." Kara yelled through the door, sounding like she was struggling with something. "Er... Okay. I'm going downstairs to wait for Emmi." Before Kara had a chance to announce her disgust with Emmi stopping by, especially at six in the morning, Oliver had already left the room. *** "What the fuck could she want?" Kara thought as she wiggled her hips to take off the boxer shorts. She knitted her eyebrows down in curiosity. She stood up on her tiptoes, craned her neck over and lifted her belly up. "Oh God," she gasped. She looked up in shock but then looked back down at her new situation. She had to laugh at herself as she eased back down. She let her fingers do a quick exploration before she shook her head and stepped into a pair of panties. She had found a pair of maternity jeans that she put on and pulled the wide elastic band up over her protruding belly. A large white bra went on before a pink maternity top to cover the rest of her. She looked around the bathroom and took in the female products and accessories that she now possessed. "Why the fuck do I have four hairbrushes? Why would anyone need four hairbrushes?" She picked up a bottle of cocoa butter. "For stretch marks..." she read before sticking out her tongue at the bottle. Perfumes, lotions, creams and moisturizers littered the top of the sink "All mine I suppose." Kara padded her way out of the room but before heading downstairs, she went across the hall to the junk room. Once in the room, she bent down to a half opened box when she saw her old high school yearbook. She opened it and flipped to the page 46, her eyes trailing down to the third row, second picture in "What the fuck?" she said. She looked at the list of names to the right only to read 'Reeves, Kara'. She straightened up and turned to another box; it looked very familiar in that she saw several of her textbooks from last semester. Inside the first book was her evaluation from her semester as a student teacher. She pulled it out and began to read 'Ms. Reeves showed an overall improvement in her interactions with the students William McKinley High School...' "This is bullshit" Kara said storming out of the room. She stomped down the stairs and stood in front of Oliver "So what the fuck is that bitch coming over for?" she asked crossing her arms over her belly and tapping her foot in irritation. "Um...I don't think you should call her a bitch anymore," Oliver said quietly. "Why not?" "Well for one thing, I think she's now a he," Oliver said. "What?" Kara replied, her shoulders slumping. "Yeah...It was a guy's voice and it came up on my phone as 'Eddie' even though it was Emmi's number and he said he was Emmi," Oliver admitted. Kara gritted her teeth and seethed. Her breathing got loud and pronounced "That fucking bitch!" she yelled. "She has something to do with this." "What?" "What do you mean what? I turn into a pregnant woman with her due date and she turns into a dude all by random coincidence. No; when she gets here I'm going to give her a piece of my mind and make her flip us back around. This isn't funny and this isn't over and when... "That must be her now," Kara said and stomped to the door flinging it open. "You've got a lot of nerve..." Kara finally opened her eyes and realized that she was talking into the chest of a very tall man "You..." she said as her eyes trained upward. *** "So that's where my boobs went. And then some..." the man said with a smile as he moved his slightly long hair out of his eyes. "Emmi?" Oliver asked who was standing off to the side. "You think this is some kind of fucking joke? I'm pregnant with your baby! This is beyond bullshit!" Kara yelled and tried to hit Emmi in the chest. He caught her hands and pushed himself into the house, closing the door behind him with his foot. Kara was twisting her arms to free herself but found she really couldn't with Emmi's new strength. "Let me go asshole!" Kara yelled, still twisting and squirming. "Are you going to try and hit me again?" Emmi asked sounding like he was scolding a young child. "Let her go Em. No reason to start fighting, especially at this hour," Oliver said while watching the both of them. Emmi let go of Kara and took an immediate step back just in case. The young woman kept her hands to herself as she walked up the stairs, not wanting anything to do with the two men in the room. Oliver and Emmi heard Kara slam the bedroom door shut and they looked at each other. "So... Eddie is it?" Oliver asked. "Edmund according to my drivers license but Eddie works too. What's Ken's new name?" Eddie asked. "Never had a chance to ask. Been calling her Ken and haven't been corrected since," Oliver replied with a shrug. They noticed a purse sitting on a chair and went over to it, digging into its contents to see what Ken's new name was. Oliver dumped the purse out onto the chair. Eddie snatched what looked to be a wallet and popped it open. "Kara. That's a pretty name," Eddie said as he closed the wallet and put it back into the purse. Oliver had put everything back and went over to where the picture frame was, grabbing it and bringing it over to his friend. "This was in the bedroom we apparently now share. The date is... was your due date," Oliver said as he handed it over to Eddie. "Hmm... Wait how do you know that was my due date?" Eddie asked with a questioning look. "You told me when you found out?" Oliver chuckled, walking into the kitchen to make some coffee. He figured there was no sense in trying to fall asleep at this point. "Oh, right. But this looks like a formal announcement and you two look so... happy?" Eddie replied, setting the picture frame down. "I know, right? Me and Ken a couple? That's a joke in itself," Oliver said back from the kitchen. "Holy shit... We have a Keurig?" Eddie was confused and walked into the kitchen and saw the shiny black machine sitting on the counter with Oliver standing in front of it. "Your best friend is basically your pregnant girlfriend and me, your ex is now your best friend and you're excited over a Keurig?" Eddie sighed. "No...? I just wasn't expected to see this in the kitchen is all. Also Ke-ara isn't my girlfriend," Oliver quickly said trying to save face. "This whole ordeal says otherwise Ollie..." Eddie replied quietly. *** Kara slammed the door behind her and then leaned back against it. She started to cry and eventually worked her way up into full fledged sobs. Her stomach began to heave which upset the baby into kicking and squirming all over the place. Kara began to regain her composure and walked to the bed to sit down on something comfortable. "Calm down in there," she said as she put her hands on her belly. The baby seemed to listen to its Mother and did begin to move less and less. "That's better," Kara whispered. She shook her head again "This is so totally incomprehensible. I could understand aliens coming down to Earth and standing directly in front of me before I could ever understand waking up as a pregnant woman" "May 4th isn't that far off; If I don't figure out someway to change back, I'm going to have to give birth!" Kara thought. "And even then, that might be the least of my problems. I'll still be a woman but I'll also be a Mom. I'll have to try to breastfeed and change diapers and raise a child all while learning to deal with no dick...big boobs...long hair...girl clothes...shit." She stood up. "It's like the whole world knows me as Kara, like I've always been a girl except for me, Ollie and Eddie." Kara got her courage back up and opened the bedroom door. She walked back downstairs to see the two men standing by the kitchen counter talking. "Oh, Glad you could rejoin us Kara," Oliver said. "So you know my new name, what else do you know about all of this?" she asked. "But before we go any further, I owe you an apology" she added staring at Eddie. "You must have overheard what I said about you yesterday so I'm sorry: It was wrong to make fun of you for getting pregnant and I was a jerk," she said dropping her eyes at the last words. *** "Not much. I appreciate the apology but I refuse to accept it. It just sounds very convenient that you're apologizing since you're the one who's preggers," Eddie smirked. Kara didn't say another word and walked away. Oliver could swear he heard her trying to hold back sobs as him and Eddie watched her walk past the kitchen and into a different room. The two men talked for a few more minutes before Eddie left, figuring he had overstayed his welcome. "Go take care of your girlfriend. I'll text you if I figure anything out about our situation," Eddie said as he walked out the door. "Alright..." Oliver replied, muttering under his breath that Kara wasn't his girlfriend. With a loud sigh Oliver sat down on the couch for a few minutes before getting up and walking past the kitchen, trying to figure out which of the three doors Kara was behind. The first door was the bathroom, the second was a closet, which meant the last door had to be it. Putting his ear up to the door he could hear her crying, taking a deep breath he opened the door. Sitting across the room in a comfy looking blue chair was Kara, the rest of the room looking like a nursery. *** Kara was sitting in the rocking chair a few feet away from a crib. She rocked and cried, cried and rocked. The tears just kept coming and she made no effort to stop them. "Stupid," she chided herself. "What did you think was going to happen in there? You say you're sorry and poof; everything goes back to the way it was yesterday...stupid." She heard the door slowly opening and she turned her head to see Oliver standing in the door. She tried to muster up a smile but it instead came out as a glare "Did he leave?" she said in a tone dripping with acid. Oliver took a cautious step in. "Yeah...um...he, uh, left a few minutes ago." Kara simply stared; breathing so hard her nostrils flared. "That's a wicked case of resting bitch face you've got there" Oliver tried to joke. Kara turned her head away from him and stared at the wall. "Look, I'm sorry; that was an inappropriate joke...I'm just trying to lighten the mood a bit. This is all so much to take in," Oliver said. "Really?" Kara said. "It must be so hard for you to suddenly live in a nicer house...what a big problem you have on your hands...jesus fucking christ Oliver." Oliver sighed "I know I'm not the one who whole physical being was changed but I'm obviously in on this too; that picture upstairs in...uh...the...uh...bedroom proves it," he said stumbling over whether he should call it 'their' room. "I found this note sitting on that huge teddy bear in the corner," Kara said thrusting a piece of paper at Oliver, who took it and read: 'Our Darling Kara, We're so happy for you and Ollie, we can't wait to be Grandparents, Love Mom and Dad' Oliver looked over the top of the note at the back of Kara's head. He only saw her profile silhouetted against the wall. She turned back to him, tears in her eyes "I'm so scared right now; I don't know what to do" Oliver had no idea what the appropriate response would be. His mind raced and he knelt down next to Kara as she continued lightly rocking back and forth. He put his hand on her shoulder. "We'll figure this out," was all he could say. Kara brought her hand up and put it on top of Oliver's. "Thank You," was all she said with a slight nod of her head. "From the pictures and the note, I have to guess that this is yours," she said running her other hand over her stomach. "Why else would you be getting congratulated by my parents who seem to live in a universe where they had a daughter." Kara managed to smile. "I wonder if my older brother is now Erica instead of Eric." "That would piss him off," Oliver readily agreed. "I don't know the first thing about being a girl, let alone a Mom," Kara said. "Why was I put in this body without any additional knowledge to help me out with it?" "I don't know," Oliver said. "You're right in that everything else seemed to change around us; our living quarters...our pasts, especially your past but not our minds." "I get a vagina and no instruction manual comes with it. I've seen babies heads...those things are fucking huge and now I have to squeeze one of things out of a tiny hole," Kara said. "I get 24 hour access to boobs and I'm going to have to use them in feeding" She looked down at herself. "Is this is my body from now on?" The time was creeping up closer to the start of their usual day. "Should I go to class?" Kara asked. *** "I'm not. It's my science class and today isn't lab day so I can afford to miss it," Oliver replied, grabbing a little stool nearby and sitting in front of Kara. "I figure spending the day here with you and figuring out what we're gonna do." Kara smiled slightly, not wanting Oliver to see that she appreciated that he was thinking of her. "I can't believe I'm gonna be a dad..." Oliver said as he looked up at Kara. "And you a mom..." "Tell me about it..." Kara muttered as she moved a few loose strands of hair out of her face. "You know I just realized something. You read about what people would do if they suddenly ended up as the opposite gender," Oliver started. "Umm yeah?" Kara responded trying to figure out where he was going with this. "Besides your initial freaking out, you seem to be adjusting well in a way. Eddie seemed to be perfectly fine, then again if I woke up with a dick..." His voice trailed off as Kara gave him a dirty look. "Sorry." Kara just sighed and gently rubbed her belly. He was right though, she felt like she was slowly adjusting to this. Oliver was making a funny face when she finally noticed. She started to giggle which made Ollie in turn laugh. "What was that about?" Kara said in between giggles. Oliver shrugged his shoulders and leaned back, to far as he suddenly started flailing his arms while falling backwards. Kara bursted out laughing as Oliver just laid there on the floor. "You idiot," she giggled with a smile. He just laid there, still in a bit of a daze when he heard the chair make a loud groan of relief as Kara stood up. She walked over to him and offered her hand to help him up. Once he was standing he thanked her but not before his stomach made a loud growling noise. "Guess I'm hungry. Umm... McDonald's is still open for breakfast, my treat," he offered, neither noticing they were still holding hands. "I'd like that," she replied, finally noticing they were still holding hands and quickly let go of his. Her cheeks were flushed with a bright pink color as she turned away from him. "Sorry..." Oliver quickly said trying to hide his own embarrassment. "Let me shoot my professor an email to let him know I can't make it in and we'll go. Alright?" "That's fine. I should do the same," Kara said as they both started walking to the door. After Oliver sent off his email, he got a response about five minutes later telling him that was fine and understood with the baby on the way. The professor sent him the pages he had assigned and a couple copies of the lecture notes. He had to reread the email a few times to make sure he read the first half right. "Even my professor thinks I'm having a kid? This is just getting worse..." he thought as he closed his laptop. As he was setting his laptop to the side his phone started ringing. "Who the hell could that be?" Picking up the phone he saw it was his mom calling him. *** "Hey Mom," Oliver said a bit hesitantly. "What's up?" "Well I was just calling because I knew you'd be up with your classes and all, but your Father and I were wondering if you and Kara would like to go to dinner with us tonight." "Um, I guess that would be okay. Let me check with Kara though first; I don't think she has anything planned for later that I'm aware of," Oliver said trying to buy some time. "Well if it's not tonight, we insist that it's sometime in the next few days," his Mom said. "I wanted to catch you early before you made plans." "Yeah...you know what...why not? Where do you want to go?" Oliver said. "Murphy's is close to you so why not say 5 o'clock...we'll meet you there." "Okay Mom...we'll see you later," Oliver said ending the call. "Kara's probably going to kick my ass about this," he sighed to himself. Kara had walked to the bathroom "I need to shower" she said to herself "This should be interesting" Being pregnant had already caused her to pee three times in the last three hours so she knew how that felt and functioned all too well. "If I honestly have to sit every time for the rest of my life..." she said to herself as she took off her top and bra, exposing her breasts and belly again. She folded down the top of the maternity jeans and worked them down her legs along with her panties. "I guess it's human nature to try to adapt to your surroundings and survive." She looked at her naked body in the mirror. "If you don't; you'd go insane." She turned around and put her back to the mirror and glanced over her shoulder. "Look at that ass," she said to herself and laughed before she stepped into the shower. The shower head was shooting directly into her face now so she had to reach up and adjust it down. "Being short is going to take some getting used to as well," she said spitting out water. As she washed her hair she thought, "God, wet long hair is heavy as fuck," but she took her time rinsing out the shampoo. "My skin feels so soft," she thought as she lathered up her face and body. "I'm round in places I've never been round before," she thought as she washed her thighs and ass and hips. Her breasts and stomach received special treatment as the water had woken up the baby again. "If I dive into a swimming pool, I'd be a human submarine," she thought as she watched the water run off her. Toweling off, she tried to tie her hair up in one like she'd seen women in movies do, but it simply wasn't happening, the towel just kept sliding off onto her shoulders. She wrapped one around under her armpits and walked back to her bedroom. "AH," she yelled as Oliver was standing there. "AH!" he yelled back in return. "You scared the crap out of me," he said. "You! You scared me...I'm not used to someone being in my room when I come into it," Kara said. "Um...yeah...about that..." Kara shook her head back and forth quickly. "No, No, No, No, No...couch mister...I am NOT sleeping in the same bed with you." She caught herself before she could say the word 'yet' Oliver smiled slyly. "I get it," he wasn't sure if he should be hurt or not by the snub though. It was becoming obvious that they were a couple but it was still Ken in there. "What are you waiting for...a free show," Kara said flipping her hands out at him. "Get out so I can get dressed." Oliver smiled and ducked out of the room and waited in the kitchen for her to come back down. When she did, she was wearing the same jeans but now had on a green colored top along with some brown flats. "So what do you want?" Oliver asked as they stood in line at McDonald's. "I'll take two sausage McMuffins with egg and a large orange juice," she said thinking juice would be better for the baby than coffee. She smiled and left going to pick out a table for them. It was a bit humbling for her to have to scoot the table out an inch of two just be able to slide her belly into the booth and fit behind it. Oliver arrived with their tray. "Thanks Ollie," she said naturally but with her lilting voice and smile, it came out much more flirtatious than she meant it to be. "So I got a call from my Mom wanting us to go out to dinner with them tonight," Oliver admitted blushing just a bit. Kara's eyes widened and she stopped chewing to stare at him. "What...Thanks for telling me," she said after she managed to swallow. *** "Hehe... Yeah my bad. It was so sudden and I didn't know what to do! It was my mom for Pete's sake," Oliver replied trying to keep his voice down and not draw attention. "You could have at least said something back at the house. Great, we get to have dinner with your folks. Just how I wanted to spend the evening. Because it's not like I have any other major problems going on right now," Kara said pointing at her new body. Oliver had taken a few bites of his pancakes and let Kara rant on a bit more. He knew he already messed up and the last thing he wanted was for her to really get after him. They eventually finished their meals, Ollie having to help Kara out of the booth only to have an older lady compliment him for being such a gentleman and congratulated them on their pregnancy. Kara awkwardly thanked the older lady as she stood up, bumping into Oliver. She felt him wrap his arm around her side, pulling her closer like he was trying to protect her. It wasn't that she didn't mind, in fact for some strange reason she liked it. Oliver didn't even notice he was doing it as they walked out of the McDonald's. That is until they made it out to the car and then they quickly split apart. "Umm..." Oliver stuttered as he fumbled with his keys. "It's fine, Ollie," Kara giggled. "It was nice and we kept up a good charade." He didn't say a word as he stepped into the driver's seat, Kara joining him up front in the passenger's seat. "Well do you wanna do something else or go back to the house?" Kara asked, the thought that they owned a house still sounded weird. "We can do whatever," Oliver said while putting the key into the ignition. "Alright. I want to go back home and have you fuck my brains out while we watch Netflix," Kara joked while trying to contain her laughter. Oliver opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it and started up the car. "Or on the bed. I'm sure the tv in the bedroom has the ability to stream Netflix," Kara joked, taking it a bit too far for Oliver's liking. The poor guy didn't know how to respond to such a thing. It was as if his mind had turned to pure liquid and was sloshing around inside his skull. He turned to her and finally asked, "For reals though. What do you want to do?" "Who says I was joking?" Kara responded with the most serious looking face she could muster. "Kara. Stop joking around, for fucks sake," Oliver snapped back, feeling embarrassed and irritated. "Okay okay. Calm your tits..." Kara's voice softened as she realized how ironic that phrase was now. "I was only joking. I don't know what else we can do till dinner. So let's go back to the house." *** Kara smiled as Oliver started their car up. She might have been joking but something about saying the words sparked something deep down inside her. Her heart was beating faster and a tingle ran up her spine thinking about the possibility of having sex in this body. Oliver had an odd look on his face as he waited to turn right out of parking lot. "What the hell am I thinking?" he thought "It's Ken...I can't..." He glanced out the corner of his eye. Kara was looking down, a few strands of her long brown hair were hanging loose beside her cheek and her lips parted. She licked her lips as she closed her eyes and tilted her head to look out the window. "You could have made that," she said. Oliver had gotten lost looking at her for a moment. "Uh...what?" he said. "Yeah, I thought he was slower than that I guess." Kara looked back at him, flipping her hair back in a natural and graceful way. She smiled innocently and tilted her head to the right just a touch. Her eyes glanced down and she saw the bulge in the front of Oliver's pants. "Dude," she said laughing. "What?" Oliver said blushing. "You fucking want me don't you," she said. Oliver pursed his lips tightly together and blushed. He couldn't help himself; she was an attractive woman sitting a few feet away. "I'll say one thing...being a chick means being able to play it much cooler when it comes to that," Kara said. "Am I really seriously thinking about this, this is crazy." "I was a guy 24 hours ago...fuck, estrogen must be rampaging through me right now" she thought but what she said was "loosen up dude" "This is nuts," Oliver replied. He drove on back to the house but he laughed as he said it. "You're just fucking with me." Kara laughed long and hard until she burped. "Ugh, heartburn...stupid orange juice." They went inside and looked around at the house now that it was in the light. "We did a decent job of decorating; nothing fancy, but it looks comfy," Oliver said. "Maybe we had help from our parents this time, they didn't care about the man cave but now that we're a couple and it's their first grand baby" Kara said. Kara lowered herself down to the couch where she stretched out her legs "I ache all over; my back, my hips, my legs, my feet," she pointed her toes and wiggled them, giggling about the fact that she couldn't reach the far end. "You want to rub them?" Kara asked while moving her bare feet back and forth. Oliver did want to rub them but he just laughed. He did reach out and pinch her left big toe which made her smile "Thanks honey" Kara said with a smile. Oliver wandered off smiling but searching for more information about their lives now. *** "Did she really just call me honey?" he thought as he walked around the living room, noticing various picture frames strung along the walls. Each frame had a picture of them, a few Oliver recognized as old pictures Emmi and him had taken when they had started dating. After looking at the photos he walked over to the big living room window near the front door. Peering through the curtains, Ollie was immediately blinded by the bright shining sun. He quickly stepped back and shoved the bit of cu