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Unforeseen Consequences Warmth filled his stomach with every bite. The crust was extra crispy, barely resisting his spoon before it slid into the sauce underneath. He enjoyed the rather large peas and carrots inside of the pie. Kenneth sighed with contentment with every spoonful. After a long day at work, sometimes the simple things were the best. His eyes wandered to the woman eating her own pie in front of him. The flashing of those bright green orbs made him grin. She noticed him looking at her, running her hand to slide a little bit of blonde hair out of the way. "Trying to make me feel self-conscious." Her smile was rather long with a little coquettish wiggle of her nose. "That isn't going to let you avoid the question." Now he coughed to try to clear his throat. A drink of water let him pause so he could think about it. She had been getting more insistent about them having a child together. Maybe it was the fact they had been married for 5 years. Both had been in college together, and he remembered the happy day that she had said yes. Now she wanted to take the next step. Not that he didn't want children. Kenneth got along with children when he took care of some of his cousin's kids. Not that his brother would ever have them. He loved playing the field way too much to give him a niece or nephew. His face soured at the thought of his brother. One of these days that man was going to take a step too far. And get himself in trouble. As his twin he felt that it had to bring something down on his head. By now he let his mind wander too far. "Thinking of the perfect thing to say?" Mary asked. "It isn't very complicated. Maybe we can try tonight. I am not asking for some crazy fertility drugs. I just want us to give it a good old college try. Not like we don't both enjoy it." Her eyebrow rose to challenge him to disagree. Kenneth laughed at that. "No, I enjoy trying with you a lot. My mind just wandered to Lawrence," he said with a little sigh. Her face curled up a little bit. "His dating schemes are rather gross, aren't they? I just hope he isn't doing anything illegal." That face showed that she expected that he was very much guilty of that crime. "Let's discuss something more pleasant," he said with a little grin before he went back to his pie. The taste felt better than discussing Lawrence. Why his brother was so intelligent, and at the same time so immoral bothered Kenneth deep inside. But there wasn't anything he could do. Kenneth and Mary finished their meals before they cleaned the dishes. The dishwasher would have probably been the best way of accomplishing this, but they enjoyed the time they spent together doing it by hand. Once that was done Mary offered her hand to Kenneth. He followed her, admiring the way that her hips swayed. Sometimes he wondered why he got so lucky. Then he quickly retorted that it didn't matter because as she had said before they had fun trying. It wasn't something that they discussed in detail with themselves. Both knew the other's body enough. She loved to let him take the initiative with her. To let herself lay on the bed before he teased her to orgasmic bliss. Then when he was a little worn out, she would bring him back with her own ways of teasing. Without taking note of the time they passed out together, her hand entwined in his. A rosy smile on his face. If the universe based its decisions on just what a single person did in their lives than Kenneth should have been fine. But sometimes we are punished along with our blood relations. A sensation of tingling filled Kenneth's skin while he slept. He barely noticed it before he wiped at his nose in order to scratch against something that traveled up his spine. Creaking filled the room as reality tried to correct without any direction. The sun hadn't risen yet when Kenneth felt the urge to empty his bladder. Mary had probably turned off the lights after he fell asleep. His foot hit something soft before he stumbled. The shoes he'd slid off probably fell in his way. Although this felt like a different shape than his shoes. Not something to think about when his bladder yelled at him. Kenneth stumbled into the bathroom. Only a little light from a plug in allowed him to see his feet before he tried to lean against the wall. This wasn't going to do. Fatigue obviously was keeping him from being able to aim. So, he sat down on the toilet. His ass spread against the cool seat. He thought that he needed to go on a diet. His ass was getting fat, and that wouldn't do with his age. When he released the entire flow felt strange. Instead of sliding down the urethra of his flaccid penis, he felt it sliding somewhere else. The entire situation felt weird, flowing down a little to reach the crack of his ass. Kenneth spluttered, a little more awake when he moved to check. Not wanting to get his hands dirty he got a little toilet paper to dab at it. Underneath his fingers he felt something spread outward. The edges of his wife's labia was something that he had felt before, and now he could feel the edges of a vulva parting. That made him jump up, almost bumping his toe against the tub. He rushed to pull up his underwear. The effort made him stumble so that he bumped his knee against the tub; hissing between his teeth. Walking quickly to the mirror, he flipped the light on. Someone else looked back at him. Big blue eyes stared from the mirror; different from his darker brown. She looked rather panicked as she stared ahead. Her hair grew around the back of her neck, and her pale skin had a few freckles. Kenneth's' hair was so dark a shade of red that one couldn't know he was a redhead. The woman was easily known as a redhead. The slight freckles and lighter shade of red was easy to observe. Her chest wasn't very big. The woman's breasts were easily contained in the strapped shirt she wore. If he could guess, she was probably a large A cup. Much smaller than Mary's C cup breasts. It was then that Kenneth noticed that he was wearing panties. That the softer ass that he felt on the toilet was firmly placed in the soft material that he rushed to pull up his legs. What the hell was going on? Movement came to his right before he noticed Mary scratching her head. He jerked in fear of what she would say. A strange woman was inside of her home. Kenneth felt fear running down his spine. Cold sweat beaded down his neck. "Couldn't sleep?" she said before she leaned to kiss "her" cheek. Then she turned around to playfully grab her ass. It was something she did with Kenneth in the past before she slid her panties down to use the bathroom. "N....wait....Mary." His wife's tired eyes looked up at him. "This doesn't seem strange?" That voice reminded him of an aunt he once had. It was husky with a feminine edge. "What? Your choice of panties. Yes, they are rather odd. Stripes really?" she teased with a laugh. "Kennedy, what am I supposed to see as strange?" Kenneth swallowed as he looked around the room. The decorations were off, with more feminine touches than he remembered. A few remained. Mary was too involved in what she was doing to notice the look of confusion on her lover's face. He walked into the other room, now with the light on he could see what he had bumped his foot against when getting out of bed. The long black dildo looked like it had been recently used. The material glistened in the light when he stared at it. Kenneth gulped. He remembered that Mary had experimented in college. "Honey, remember college." That voice felt so strange inside of his mouth. "Yeah." Her yawn creased across her face. "And how we met?" Mary chuckled. "You always like hearing me say that I thought it was a phase don't you. Just something fun to do in college. Until I met that lovely little redhead." Mary whistled a little bit from the bathroom before another yawn made her face feel like it was going to split apart. She finished in the bathroom, washing her hands before she wrapped her arms around his waist. Kennedy must have exercised a little more than Kenneth did because she could easily link her fingers. "Come on let's go to bed," Mary said before she walked her lover over. Her wife had that confused look on her face, not that Mary was going to let her dwell on it before she drew her into her arms, leaning her head against her shoulder. Kenneth knew he couldn't get this solved until morning. So, he let himself drift to sleep. Maybe it was a nightmare. Everything hadn't been a dream. When Kenneth awoke, he remained in Kennedy's body. She had similar birthmarks and scars to him. He gathered that she had been a tomboy. The idea that she might be him wasn't something he was willing to do. The apartment they lived in looked really similar to before. There were a few more feminine touches than he remembered. But overall it looked very much the same. Kennedy had good taste. The only way he could survive was thinking of her as someone separate from himself. He got dressed in a business suit. The skirt felt odd against his bare legs before he slid his shoes on. Pantyhose wasn't in his equation currently. Kennedy was a smooth woman, and petite. He could easily tell he was nowhere near the 5'11 he had been before. She was probably more like 5'4. Nervous butterflies flew all over his belly when he left the house for work. How had this happened? He could feel every movement of his breasts inside of the bra. The absence of his penis was mind numbing. Yet at work everyone treated him like Kennedy. The same friends he remembered talked to him like they had always seen a female redhead instead of him. Fear numbed at the back of his spine. What was powerful enough to change reality to fit his new form? If magic even existed, how did it move reality? Kenneth buried himself in work. The work hadn't changed, and his deadlines weren't going to change because he was in a reality where he was a woman. Work let him forget the current predicament he found himself in. "Hey Kennedy," he heard from one of the guys. He looked up with a sense of dread. "Lunch time, come on get off that thing." With a smack on the cubicle he grinned before he went to go eat. Kennedy thought about what she was going to do. Did her mother know she had changed? Tingles ran up Kenneth's neck. She had thought of what she was going to do. Not him. The vision of himself as her made him feel every minute of lost time. Without hesitation he called his mother. She might have some clue what was going on. Grasping at straws was the best that Kenneth could do right now. The phone rang blissfully only a handful of times before his mother picked up. "Hello mother," he said with a little warble in his voice. "Hello Kennedy. How are you doing? Did you and Mary finally decide?" Curiosity suddenly took over. What was his mother talking about? "Decide on what?" he asked. "On whether you will take the donation. I know you have always been worried you won't make a good mother. But I think it will do you good. I am not so sure about it being Mary's family. But it will be genetically from her in some way." Kenneth felt a chill run down his spine about that. So, the discussion about having children was different here. Mary wanted Kennedy to get pregnant from a family member's donation. "Not yet mom," he stated, steering wide from this topic. "I was wondering if you noticed anything suspicious recently. Like say in the last day or so." "Suspicious." His mother let out a little sigh. "You know your sister Laura was acting normal yesterday, and she has been a little off today. I am not really sure." Laura sounded close enough to Lawrence. "Thank you, mom. Love you, but gotta go," he stated before she wished him well and he hung up. So, Lawrence was now Laura. That made sense because they were identical twins. If one suddenly became a female than the other would as well. Kenneth blinked. Was that the reason he had changed? Was it his brother's fault? His fists closed tightly, trying to think of what to do. The issue was any text or call would take forever to get in contact. He still called and texted to get Laura to call him back. Now that accomplished he had to just wait. Not like he even knew his brother's address to find him. Keeping his message civil took every ounce of self-control left in his small body. Knowing that he would have to wait made him feel more on edge. In less than a day, she had been thinking of what to do. How long before Kennedy became who he was? To many variables and unknowns made him nervous. Work mercifully took his mind off his current predicament. Eating at his desk let Kennedy stay in the darker recesses of his mind. She couldn't be let in control of this life. There was no way back from that outcome. When he got home, he slid the tie off his neck. Reaching backwards from pure muscle memory he unbuckled his bra to let his breasts relax. They didn't weigh much so he was sure that they wouldn't sag. There were so many things he was forced to let his body take care of. Kennedy's arms were able to direct him in getting comfortable in the suit. He plopped onto the couch, letting his head rest against the back of the couch. "Oh Kennedy." He looked towards the bedroom to see Mary with her hair up. A set of pigtails loomed above her head. She wore a set of light blue lacy undergarments he remembered from their wedding. A little bow rose between her breasts. Kenneth swallowed a little lump in his throat. Normally he would have had a lump somewhere else. But Kennedy didn't have that set of genitals. Instead, he felt tingling somewhere else. Mary reached her hands out to grab onto her lover's. Without ceremony she took Kenneth into their bedroom. Kennedy had very different fun from Kenneth. There were dozens of toys that she had in the last drawer of the nightstand that he would have never even imagined. Mary loved to switch with her female lover from the submissive one taking fingers and toys. Then on a dime she switched. Kenneth found himself being dominated by his lover. The sensations that overwhelmed her left Kennedy satiated. Her fingers gently rolled across her lover's belly. Mary turning towards her with a smile. Kennedy blinked when Mary kissed her nose. She would have to be blind not to see that Mary wanted to mention something. Knocking her up with donated seed was probably the discussion of choice with her lover. She quirked her mouth, a tingle on the back of her neck growing as she knew that Mary was whittling her reserves down. Kenneth shook his head. He let it slip again. She had taken over, not that she was much different from him. The idea that he could get comfortable being Kennedy unnerved him a bit. There was too much unknown for him to just surrender to her. No matter how tempting it might be. Laura was no more responsible than Lawrence happened to be. Kenneth hated having to wait. Every day for three weeks he called her. No matter how many messages or texts he made he couldn't get in contact. The message on his voicemail came from Laura. That meant he had the right number. Keeping his anger in check grew worse and worse. Once Kennedy thought that her sister was actively avoiding her. She had something serious to talk to her about. And she was avoiding her sister. Even his female personality was angry at his sister. That made Kenneth feel a little better about her. At least Kennedy knew who to love and who to get angry with. Every day that Kenneth spent as Kennedy he found himself getting used to being a woman. Each time he peed sitting down it became normal. Every time he put on his bra; it became normal. Talking in his voice at work became normal. He slipped into her mindset more often. Hanging out with some of the guys during lunch even became routine. It was amazing how Kennedy could talk with the women at work; much easier than Kenneth found. And then turn to get along with the guys. He even found himself enjoying himself. He probably slipped up because of that. One Saturday when Mary wanted to go to the garden, she was the only one in control. Kennedy spent the entire time at the gardens with Mary, romantically involved before Kenneth was able to knock sense into himself. With a sense of fear gnawing at his belly, he admitted it had been wonderful. That night he paced inside of the bathroom. Kennedy felt so natural when he was her now. She wasn't so very different from him that being her was terrible. Her love for Mary was as sincere as his own had been. They got along the same way, and to be honest her ability to spend time with the guys and girls made work run smoother. The temptation to give in felt like a siren's call. He needed to resist, his hope that maybe his brother would finally return his messages. Relaxing in front of the TV was his only way of feeling completely normal. Too bad Kennedy's reality hadn't been changed so that there was better streaming. Her choices in television were just as abysmal as his had been. Still, at least he had a day off. Then completely out of the blue he got a text from Laura. The message was simple. An address to a bar with the message that she should come alone. Kenneth grumbled to himself before he got dressed. But at least he didn't need to leave work early. Besides, he needed to meet up with Laura to figure out what was going on. Had it really been a month ago that Kennedy had been male? She felt her head pound for a moment before she prepared to change. Kenneth felt a little weird, but she had to learn what had happened before she matched this world completely. Kenneth gulped as he slipped into her mind again. This needed to be solved. He got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt to get to the bar. Normally he never set foot in such dives. The motorcycle sign on the front had been worn by years of abuse. Kenneth could swear that he saw bullet holes. Inside it wasn't difficult to find Laura. Her red hair was a blazing sign to anyone who might want to pick her up. Clenched in her hand was a beer. Lawrence had been a rather lithe guy with roguish good looks. He had used that to his advantage. Laura was petite like her sister, although he could swear that her breasts were a little bigger. Maybe she was wearing a bra that pushed her breasts together. That had to be it. Kenneth walked over, sitting down. Her hair was cut much shorter, but Laura was the spitting image of Kennedy beyond the minor. The skin around her eyes revealed more freckles. But they were still identical twins. Laura looked like she hadn't slept in a while. Or at least not slept very well. "Kenneth?" He jerked back when he heard his old name. To be honest he had gotten used to being called Kennedy. "Lawrence? So, you remember?" he said with a slight turn. Laura nodded. "Yeah. I just did. I was hypnotized before. I work at some stupid loading dock. And I'm...some slutty bitch or something," she stated with a look of annoyance. "What the hell happened?" Kenneth demanded from his mirror image. "Witches. Don't look at me like that," he said when Kenneth gave him a skeptical frown. "You do know that witches aren't real right? That the warts and all are something from a Halloween special?" His eye quirked slightly before Laura let that sly smile that made his skin crawl run across her face. "Yet we are both females now when we weren't before." That argument made Kenneth shudder at the implications. "Fine, why did witches turn you into a female. I gather that because we are twins, I got turned into a woman by mistake." He could figure that much out. Not like he ever did anything to a witch. Laura turned pale. Her voice shook for a second before she tried to look towards the bar. No one currently resided there, and Kenneth glared at her. "They are just bitches that's all." He could hear that annoying whine behind the accusation. "What did you do?" Kenneth demanded, moving forward. Kennedy's eyes could be intimidating too. Laura's face turned even paler so that all the freckles on her face were rising with a little flush. Still there was no confession. "Do you really wish to know?" a voice arose almost right next to his ear. Kenneth jumped right to the edge of the booth seat away from the voice. Out of nowhere a young woman appeared next to their booth. She had long blonde hair with a little string of purple weaved inside of it. Her clothing looked more like a gym member with the shorts and shirt that barely held her cleavage in check. "Who are you?" he asked. "One of those bitches that changes this little one here. I gather you were normally a male as well." She leaned down to the two petite woman at the booth. "Before I reveal your brother's crime, how has your life changed?" She asked with a little smile. Kenneth felt a little surge of anger but reminded himself that he had to learn what his brother had done. And if these women really could change reality so drastically it wouldn't be a good idea to anger them. He succinctly explained all the events that had changed. How he had become a woman who was still married to his wife, but in a lesbian relationship. About his work along with some of the changes with his fellow employees. There was an omission about the plans for children that his wife had for Kennedy. "Now what did he do?" he demanded, even Kennedy's voice sounding authoritative in this situation. "Your brother Lawrence created a wonder drug that could make women his lustful slaves. Think of a roofie that was undetectable with modern chemistry. That let him have his fun, then leave them." The witch sounded rather angry about it. Kennedy felt a rise in herself as she looked at Laura. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She demanded before Laura blinked. Kenneth felt repulsed by his brother's actions as well, but as Kennedy she couldn't keep that bottled up. "So, we made sure that we changed reality. First, we wanted Lawrence to be able to repent and rework his world with his friends. As females they have a second chance at life. Laura isn't a genius like Lawrence was when it comes to chemistry. That drug has been wiped clean and can't hurt anyone. Nor has it ever in reality." She made sure to glare at Laura. To his surprise Laura hung her head. Maybe there was a little contrition and therefore maybe a little hope that Laura would be better. "We never knew that Lawrence had a twin brother. Obviously, our magic tried to fix the world as best it could. So, your mind didn't change like Laura's did to match her world. At least, not completely. And your wife wasn't transformed into a male." There was a hint that maybe that happened to someone else. "I had nothing to do with it. Change me back," Kenneth stated with an attempt at authority. He hadn't committed any crime and didn't deserve what had happened. His eyes glared at hers, those big blue eyes not as intimidating as he desired. "No. If we change you back then the world will reset. There is no going back for you. I am sorry you got dragged into this. I really am." She looked sincere before she continued. "But his punishment stands. Her second chance is to make the best of what has happened. To be a better woman than she was as a man." Her hand moved around Kenneth's head as he felt a little rush. Little dashes of light danced around his eyes with a little sigh escaping his lips. Kennedy gasped as she leaned backwards again. The witch was frightening, and her reaction to something that frightened her was to get angry at it. "There we go. This is the woman who is Laura's sister," she said. Kennedy blinked, trying to pull Kenneth back. Or at least who she saw as Kenneth. It didn't work. Icy darts went down her spine at the thought. "Bring him back. NOW!!" She shouted as she stood up. There didn't seem to be anyone else at the bar. The witch blinked at her. Kennedy balled her hand into a fist as she looked at the witch. "I said bring him back." The witch quirked her mouth into a smile before she held a hand as Kennedy took a step forward. Magic coursed as the little redhead felt all her muscles suddenly stop. A lump grew in her throat as her eyes moved to look at Laura who was also frozen to her seat. "Bring who back dear? Do you really think the two were two different people? Is this woman a personality death of the male? You remember your male past, right? I haven't taken that away. I could if you wanted." The witch said with a threatening air. Her smile went way too far across her face to build anything, but tension inside of those who saw it. Kennedy gulped. Sweat beaded across her forehead. She did remember being Kenneth. It felt so strange to think of herself as different. But, it did. Like Kenneth being gone was somehow different. With all her willpower she was able to pathetically shake her head. "I didn't think you would. I am not here to punish you. I am not even here to punish your sister. She has a second chance, and I hope she uses it. I hope everyone we give a second chance does. You can leave as you are now. I got rid of any doubt, but you are still you. And from what you told me I think you have a life that you will enjoy." She leaned close to Kennedys ear. "Go home and enjoy that life. Help your sister be a better woman. Just remember I don't want to have to wipe your memory. It would leave a bad taste in my mouth." She snapped her fingers. The redhead felt her legs give out as she fell onto the floor. Looking with a little fear at the tall blonde. That level of power was terrifying. The witch looked at Laura. "Don't disappoint us," she said before snapping her fingers to disappear again. Kennedy gulped before she used the table to stand up again. Laura looked at her before casting her eyes away. She wanted to be mad at the girl. But to be honest Laura wasn't Lawrence. Maybe that was the personality death the witch had talked about. Kennedy knew she was closer to Kenneth than her sister was to her brother. Anger didn't rise before she simply sighed. "Next time I call answer faster." Her order had a tinge to it before she prepared to return home. Laura meekly nodded. "See you again sis," Laura said with a sad little smile. She was stuck as Kennedy. Nothing she could do would ever reach the power of a person who could change reality. Now she had to make the best of her situation. And she knew the best way to convince herself that she was accepting this new reality. Telling Mary her decision felt like the best gift she ever gave to her lover. ---------------------- Laura was bundled up. The scarf she wore wrapped around her neck firmly before she lifted her gloved hand to knock on the door. She hadn't visited here in a long time. Even after the witch had explained things to her sister. The door creaked open before the mirror image of herself came into view. Kennedy looked a little tired when she stared back at her. Laura's eyes looked down to see the swell of her sister's breasts. They were a little bigger than she remembered. The curve of her belly was also bigger. She heard that her sister gave into her wife to get pregnant. Not something that she was ever going to do. Not that she played safe sex with any of the men she dated now. Right now, she could be just like her sister without even realizing it. "Nice to see you sis," she said with a little smile. Kennedy saw the look she gave her. Mary was ecstatic that she finally agreed. Being pregnant was such a weird sensation. Knowing her brother in law was biologically the father made it even weirder. The weirdest part for her, as she still remembered being Kenneth, was that she was the biological mother. Recently she had felt the baby kick. It had brought a flush rising up her face all the way to her ears. A mother, she was really going to be a mother. Now her sister looked the same before she waved her hand to let her inside. Make the best of it the witch had told her. Well best to get her child's aunt to do the same with her family. Laura walked inside, looking at the baby safety measures her sister was taking around the apartment. "So how is it?" she asked. "Really weird. I never imagined I would be the mother, but I am doing alright. Not able to get as much work done. Still can do some of it from home." Her hand rested on her belly before she walked carefully to the couch. She sat with a little huff before she fell backwards onto the soft cushions. Laura walked over to sit next to Kennedy. Looking like a nervous little boy, she opened her mouth. Closing it again she had to ask again. "Can I feel?" she asked. Kennedy almost burst out laughing at her rather rambunctious sister being so shy about feeling her belly. "Sure, just be careful." She lifted her shirt to reveal the curve of her belly for Laura to touch. Laying a hand against her stomach she felt a little shifting underneath. Her eyes were wide at the sensation. "You better be careful, or you will end up like this," Kennedy said before Laura looked like she was about to yell against it. Then her face fell with a little blush. "That might not be so bad." Her mind wandered to it. Second chances might not be so bad.