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"Hun, do you love me?" "Of course," Jackson answered. "Why would you ask such a question?" "I don't know, I just feel so lucky to have you," Jackson's wife, Andrea, answered whimsically. Jackson Gage was a successful commercial salesman. He was 45 years old, and strikingly handsome. He had classically good looks, stone gray eyes, with the slightest beginnings of smile lines, giving his overall youthful appearance, a learned mature aspect. He looked trustworthy, which helped his sales numbers. He worked out regularly, and took great care of himself. "I'm the one that's lucky to have you, Babe," he answered, leaning down, and kissing his wife. Andrea was a gorgeous redhead, with large, doe- like expressive blue green eyes. She was thin, but voluptuous with child-bearing hips, and a natural bust that many would be jealous to have. She was well acquainted with her Irish heritage, being a second generation American. The couple met about 5 years ago, while he conducted business with her boss. She was a young sprightly assistant, whose job seemed to be eye candy on the surface, however she managed many facets of her boss's meetings, while looking business-like, yet sexy. Jackson was immediately allured by the woman; her intellect, her looks, and her confidence. Jackson asked the woman if she was available for drinks after business was concluded, and she agreed, being taken by his warm genuine personality. His dimples and great heart melting smile also helped, and especially the outline of his chest in his fitted button down. The pair were infatuated with one another. They began a long distance relationship, and Jackson would fly her out to his condo, or they would meet at a mutual destination, and stay the weekend at a nice hotel, and take in the local city, and its offerings. Even though it was a lot of effort, and expense, the couple remained semi casual but exclusive, until Andrea hinted that she'd like more than just to be a weekend fling. With that, the couple made their relationship official, and arrangements were made for Andrea to move into Jackson's place in upper state New York. Andrea kept her position with her company, but was able to do office work remotely, and would fly out for business meetings, and other related rendezvous. Jackson insisted that she simply work for him. She was more than qualified with her prior experience, and Jackson would pay her more than her current salary, along with all the benefits of a relationship. Andrea initially told Jackson that she'd consider it. From Andrea's point of view, they got on well, but should anything happen between them, she would likely be the one out of a job, and way to make a living. She told him that it would feel weird to be getting paid by her boyfriend. In the end, she stayed with her company, and Jackson understood. --- Snapping back to the present after reminiscing about meeting his wife, Jackson placed a hand on the insulated cup, asking his wife, "So, what's this?" "A new energy shake that I thought you'd like," Andrea answered, with exaggerated chirpiness. "Where's the packaging, what's in it?" He asked, eyeing the cup, shaking it, to see if any smell would release. "Um, it was a trial sample, from a friend. If you like it, and it makes you feel good, I'll have her make some more." "Who's this friend?" "Joanie." "You mean the weird occult girl?" "She's eclectic," Andrea defended. Jackson looked at his wife repeating,"Eclectic..." Joanie was this waifish, bookish, frizzy haired bespectacled woman. If one was being nice, they'd call her 'quirky'. She didn't necessarily bother Jackson personally, but she was a bit out there for his sensibilities, and since his wife was her friend, he had to deal with her as she came. "Sure, babe," Jackson said, with his confident smile. "Just promise me I won't turn into a frog, or a bug." Picking up the cup, he sipped the drink. "Eh, pretty good, but I'm sure this is loaded with sugar," he noted. Keeping in shape, especially past 35, which was 10 years ago for him, meant a lot of sacrifice, and Jackson was fine with that. His diet and regimen had to be 100 percent perfect. Besides, his wife Andrea was about 15 years younger than him, and surely, she appreciated his efforts. Jackson didn't want to give off 'old creeper with a wife clearly out his league' vibes. "Oh, Hun?" Andrea began, looking pensively at Jackson. She inhaled, asking, "So, am I the most beautiful woman you've ever met?" "You're my wife! Why wouldn't you be?" Surely she didn't need flattery to know how he felt? "I bet you say that to all the girls," She said playfully. Jackson chuckled, "Only the ones that are my wife." "How much do you want my body?" She asked, with a hint of mischief, standing in front of him as he sat. "Keep talking like that, and I'll have to have you now," Jackson answered, rubbing Andrea's soft, round ass, pulling her closer. He couldn't help but purse his mouth, as his hands dug into the giving flesh. Andrea sat on his lap, tantalizingly squeezing her cleavage together asking, "What about these tits?" Jackson grabbed them, pulling the nightie down, watching her nipples harden. "I want them," he said, breathily, taking them into his mouth. Andrea's hand snaked to her lady bits, as she devilishly licked her teeth, "And what about here?" "Mmmm, I need it. Now." Jackson answered, lifting his wife onto the table. "And I can't wait to give it to you," Andrea purred. After getting a condom, the couple made love, with Jackson having to refresh himself before heading in a little late. --- "Hey man, you ready?" Jackson asked his best friend, and colleague, Ethan. "Yeah, are we meeting, or do we need to pick you up?" "If you don't mind, just in case," Jackson answered. This meant that Ethan's wife, Lisa would be the designated driver for tonight's dinner, it also meant that Ethan and his wife would pick Jackson and Andrea up. Arriving at the restaurant, the four ordered, and talked as they waited on the food. They were celebrating another great quarter. The guys began talking about the beginning football season, and the women made small- talk. While Jackson, and Ethan were longtime best buddies, and had a lot in common, Andrea and Lisa didn't have much in common. Lisa was a Mom to her and Ethan's young son, while Andrea and Jackson were child-free, Lisa was also more of a stay at home Mom, and seemed fine with that prospect, whereas Andrea didn't quite subscribe to that line of thought. Lisa was also Chinese, and mixed with Thai. That made her a fairly dark- skinned Asian, and according to Lisa, treated badly in her home country. Andrea figured that escaping that life and landing the handsome Ethan, and being a stay at home Mom was likely a dream that she never imagined that she would ever have in her life. Andrea had her own thoughts as to why Lisa married Ethan, so she always remained mostly guarded, but cordial around the woman. Lisa was a young, small, light caramel skinned Asian woman. She had the darker skin tone of Thai people, but a less angular, rounded Chinese face. She was pretty, but not in a way that Jackson preferred. She had long black hair, and was very thin and petite, and even after having her and Ethan's son Colin. Lisa was able to maintain abs simply from lightly working out, her diet and metabolism. Andrea struck up a conversation about the said diet, asking what would be good to lose weight. "Lose weight? You're perfect." Lisa complimented, her light voice, carrying an accent. "I wish I had that!" She said, looking down at her own small chest, then to Andrea's full chest, making a playful sad face. "Aw, thank you!" Andrea gushed. "But look at your stomach, and you're a Mom! I don't know if I'll be that lucky if I ever..." She trailed off, looking at Jackson, biting her lip. She almost blurted something awkward. *COUGH COUGH* Jackson choked on his water, with Ethan patting his back. He definitely heard it. "You alright buddy?" Ethan asked. Jacked raised his hand, coughing lightly, "...Yeah, yeah. Just..went down wrong." Lisa chuckled. "I think if I eat so much, I would just get a big belly, no boobs, no butt!" She laughed, patting Andrea's leg. With that, the women continued to converse as they ate. Through the course of dinner, the couples talked about vacation, with various destinations in contemplation. It would also be a good bonding experience for their wives. "Maybe Lisa here can help me get into shape. That'd be awesome! Right, honey?" Without hesitation, Jackson answered, "I think you're gorgeous the way you are." Jackson really did believe this. Andrea was 5 vanity pounds, and a set of crunches from a full 6 pack. She still had a trim tummy with a visible linea alba. She had this whilst still having a copious amount of T&A. She was perfect, in Jackson's eyes. Someone like Lisa couldn't compare. "Awww you!" Andrea gushed. --- Later that night, after having been dropped off at home, Jackson and Andrea headed to their bedroom. The pair were a little tipsy by that point, and Lisa saved the day with her non-alcoholic diet. As they opened the front door, Jackson told Andrea not to turn the light on, then with a crooked smile, he joked, "Hey, can you imagine that of all of us, an Asian was the best driver! Haha." "You can't say that! You meanie!" Andrea chided, playfully hitting him on the chest. "I know, I know! Nothin' personal, Lisa,'' He apologized to the woman, who was nowhere near. "So, you want me to have abs like Lisa?" Andrea asked, seemingly out of the blue. With that Jackson imagined Lisa, wondering in his inebriated state what the woman looked like naked. He'd seen her in workout outfits, and knew how tight her body was. Yes, those hard abs were sexy, her hip bones, the thin thighs, and the wide gap between her legs. She was no Andrea, but.... "Hey, I'm crashing here..." Jackson couldn't move any further, he felt heavier than he should've, even being tipsy. Jackson opened his shirt while Andrea removed his jacket. "Are you sure you don't want my help upstairs?" "No, just, uh," Jackson panted. "What was the ACV on that bus that hit me? That's hitting differently. Just let me make it to the couch, I'll...go in tomorrow after I get up." "You sure? "Yeah," Jackson answered. Love you, hun." "Yeah...," He answered, falling out right on the spot. Andrea wanted to get him to their bedroom, but he was too heavy, so she helped him get comfortable on the large convertible couch, before getting him a light cover, and pillow, and pulling off his shoes. --- "Aah, shit," Jackson murmured, as the blinding sunlight hit his maladjusted eyes. He cleared his throat, and moved his hair out of his face. Wait, hair in his face? Jackson had medium length light brown hair, this was long black hair. After moving the hair, he noticed that the hand was very small, and tan. "Huh?" Again, he cleared his throat, something off about the voice coming out of his mouth. He looked down, his dress shirt from last night seeming to engulf his body, the few open buttons revealed tan skin, and what seemed to be six pack abs, much as he was used to, but the chest looked undefined. Jackson shook his head, running his hand against his smooth face. Smooth face? Jackson had a chiseled face, with light stubble, and a nice masculine jawline, and he knew how it should have felt to touch his face. This was not it. "Okay," Jackson said aloud, the voice still not right. He quickly got up, with his pants falling right off of his seemingly small body, and his shirt becoming a gown. He looked in a mirror. "Lisa?" Lisa was reflected in the mirror, with a puzzled look on her furrowed brow. Whatever he did, Lisa did in the mirror. Jackson noticed that his voice didn't sound like Lisa's, at least to himself, in much the same way one never thinks a recording sounds like themselves. "I look like Lisa," he said aloud to himself. Jackson also noticed that he lacked her accent. Studying himself further, he removed his shirt which engulfed his now small body. Lisa's small, pert breasts, topped with dark brown areola and thick nipples pointed at him. This was the first time he'd seen her naked, quickly looking at his face again, he blushed hard. Lisa was definitely attractive and fit, but in a different way than he liked his women. He preferred women more like his wife, wide hips, a large chest with curves. Still, as a man, Jackson appreciated this female flesh before him. "This is a dream, right?" He asked aloud, still unused to his voice. He began to move about the condo, feeling many different things, although Lisa was thin, there was still a little jiggle to his walk, and his now long black hair tickled his face, neck, and shoulders. Then there was the feeling of something missing between his legs, and his thighs not touching was an especially weird feeling. Stopping to catch his bearings, he again thought aloud, "What in the hell is going on? Why am I a woman, and why do I look like my best friend's wife? I'm dreaming, definitely dreaming. Do I want to be a woman?" He wondered if this dream was telling him something about himself. Maybe a hidden desire, come out in dream form? Jackson went to his bed, and simply laid down. He closed his eyes, putting everything out of his mind. He would go back to sleep and wake up in the real world, and if he remembered this dream, he would reconcile these feelings with himself, but hopefully, he thought, he'd forget all about it. Forgetting this dream might be a tall order, as the vividness was much stronger than dreams usually seemed to be. After more than 30 minutes of shifting and fidgeting around, Jackson could not get back to sleep. The hair, the looseness of his clothes, so many things kept him from doing so. Sitting back up, Jackson sat on the edge of the bed, and breathed calmly. He reached for his phone. His phone was clear, he could read it, and he looked at anything else around the condo that had writing; it all checked out. In a dream, one could not really read, and certain details were always wrong, muddled. This was not the case. Who could he call, what would he tell them? Who would believe anything that he had to say? Sitting around was making him feel anxious, he needed to figure out what was going on, and the sooner, the better. Again, seeing that this was real, Jackson studied himself again. He'd seen his upper body, but not his lower half. He slid his loose pants and boxers down the slender legs, studying the sinewy shape before him, less fleshy and curvy than Andrea, but still very feminine. Jackson wasn't a stranger to vaginas; he'd been with a number of women, and had seen his fair share of different looking ones, but in directly comparing this one to Andrea's, there was a stark contrast in the way it looked. While Andrea had a puffy 'innie' vagina with only a visible slit, flanked closely by her curved thighs, in front of him was a vagina situated between widely spaced thighs, with the inner labia dangling outside of the outer labia; meat curtains. He went to touch various parts and became more conscious of his situation, as this drove reality into his head. The clit was easy to find on this 'outie' vagina, so Jackson gently rubbed his index and middle finger about it. Gently rubbing other parts of his body, he began to doubly register the touches; his mind feeling the taut body of Lisa, enjoying the differences from Andrea, but his body was reeling from the said touches, and both melded together to give Jackson an alien arousal, which culminated in a mind shattering orgasm as he found just the right touch and rhythm to message himself. He watched in amazement as the orgasm overtook him, sending waves and waves of pleasure that could be felt throughout his body, his small breasts wore goosebumps, and their thick, turgid nipples seemed to point at the sky, a sight that he would not soon forget. "That was real..." Jackson sighed. He petted his meaty lips, feeling slick juices string from his hand. He lay in the aftermath of the powerful orgasm for a while. After coming down from the orgasm induced high, Jackson began to have thoughts, again wondering about this situation, and exactly what to do. He decided that getting a shower was first, considering what he'd done, then he'd have to figure out the clothing problem. Once in the shower, Jackson lathered up as usual once his body was sufficiently wet. Having just had his way with his body, he wasn't turned on by simply washing himself, until a jet of water sent a shockwave to his thick nipple. Sighing, he took the showerhead and sprayed his lips, changing the jet to a more focused, powerful one. "Kuuu, hhhhng, uuuuh," This assisted orgasm was even better than the first one. He cleaned himself off, and sat on his bed. "Holy shit, man," Jackson said aloud, amazed at hearing his voice again, "This is really, real." Contemplating his clothes, he thought to grab some basic clothes from Andrea, and it felt wrong putting on her clothes, especially stepping into her panties. He wasn't really in a position to ask. 'Hey babe, I changed into Lisa, can I wear your panties?' Yeah, that was going to go over really smoothly, Jackson thought. He found the clothes ill-fitting, and the feeling of panties was weird to say the least. There was this snug, yet airy feeling to them. They dug into his skin a bit, and he would be acutely aware of them. These panties were even tighter on Andrea, and couldn't imagine how she wore them. Jackson ended up wearing a t-shirt and sweats combo. They were purposefully small for Andrea, the shirt showing her flat sexy stomach, and allowing her breasts to tantalizingly jostle with her nipples being easily viewed for Jackson's viewing pleasure, and the sweats, a bit high water, high waisted, tight in the ass giving Andrea a cameltoe and a wedgie. On Jackson's now smaller, less curvier frame, the clothes fit more like standard fall outerwear. It was likely the best, and most comfortable he was going to get. As he had no fitting bra, he went without, while Lisa had small breasts, her nipples would definitely stick out, so Jackson tried to keep that out of mind, hoping they wouldn't harden. There was now the small matter of what the hell to actually do next? Where to go? How to figure this out, and how to fix it? If he called Andrea, she'd think he was a woman that was probably fooling around with himself, and she'd question him as to why 'she' had Jackson's phone. Then there was Ethan, and after playing the various ways that their conversation could go, he thought better of it. --- "Lisa?!?" Asked Andrea, with a look of surprise on her face. "Uh..Andrea? Um, what are you doing here now?" "Whoa, I'M the one that should be asking that," She replied, with a look of shock still on her face. "So, really, what are you doing here? Are you here with Jackson? I can't believe you, and him!? And you've got some nerve to be wearing my things!" She exclaimed. "No..eh,erm, Jackson isn't here," He stammered, trying to come up with an excuse as to why 'Lisa' would be at his condo alone, or for any circumstance. "Jackson isn't here? Where is he?" Andrea demanded with seething anger. "I don't know...," Jackson answered. This looked bad. Really bad. "So, you're not going to say anything? You were caught red-handed!" Andrea said with anger in her voice. "Shit! I've done nothing! What can I say?" Jackson asked, with defeat in his tiny voice. "Get out!," Andrea demanded. "Before I call the police, and tell Ethan!" "I'm telling you! I.." Jackson pounded one fist into the other, and covered his face. "Please, there is nothing between Jackson and Lisa..me. I'll go, just don't say anything to Ethan. He doesn't deserve this." "Doesn't he deserve to know what his wife is doing with his best friend?" Jackson shook his head, sighing. None of these things were true, but the current situation could easily be construed as such. With no other recourse, he decided to leave. There was really nothing that he could do, or say to explain this. Dejected, he looked back to the still open door, with the angry face of Andrea looking at him as if he were below garbage. No matter what, she had to be hurt, and should she tell Ethan, it would cause trouble between him and the real Lisa. Jackson slowly trudged away from his home wondering how in the hell something like this happened in the first place? Did Lisa herself cause this? Jackson suspected that Lisa was still Lisa, perhaps she was the one that he needed to seek out. Walking nowhere in particular, Jackson noticed his phone blowing up. He didn't take his car, because Andrea could call the police, there could be real trouble if he were stopped. As he expected, there were tons of texts all from Andrea, ranging from 'Where are you?' to 'I know about you and Lisa', and demanding that he contact her if he didn't want Ethan to find out. "There is no me and Lisa!" He screamed, looking at the texts. "How do I even explain this? Even if I get this fixed, how do I explain everything to Andrea? She found Lisa in our place, and I disappeared? That'll go over real well." Jackson made it out of his sub division, but that was still a good bit away from the rest of civilization. This wasn't fair, how did Jackson's fortunes change in such a short time? Andrea's shoes began to hurt around Jackson's achilles tendon, as they were slightly loose, and rubbing the skin away. With nowhere to go, maybe trying to talk to Andrea was what he needed to do. If Lisa was still Lisa, and could corroborate that she wasn't at their home, that could help allay Andrea's concerns of the cheating angle. But, how did that explain who he was? "Jackson? Jackson, where are you?" "Andrea." He said in his woman's voice. "You! Why are you answering Jackson's phone! Oh my God! Why are you doing this!? Where is he?" "Andrea! I'm not Lisa, and I haven't slept with Jackson. Listen to me talk, I don't have an accent! Can we just talk? Please!" He added, his voice naturally sounding small and nasally. "Where is Jackson, and where are you?" "I'm just down the road, walking, and you can't find Jackson, because I am Jackson." "Do you know how crazy this sounds?" "I know. It's crazy to me, too. Can you pick me up, and we talk about this? I promise I haven't done anything with anybody, and I'm not Lisa. In fact, call Lisa." "Okay, I'm going to Facetime Lisa," Andrea said, hanging up. She soon called back saying that she reached Lisa, and would pick him up. Once Jackson was in Andrea's car, he rubbed the back of his raw feet. They stung from the short walk. "Andrea, do you believe me?" "You're not Lisa, but you look like her, and there's still the matter of my husband. We'll talk once we get back," she said, not taking her eyes off the road. Luckily for Jackson, the drive was a very short one, because the tension was thick enough to slice through, and the silence made even the pitter patter of his heartbeat stand out. Arriving back at the condo, Jackson walked in, followed by Andrea, who locked the door behind her. "Okay," She began, "You're not Lisa, right? "I'm not." "Then who are you?" "I'm...Jackson." "Jackson?" She looked at him quizzically, then her face took on a dark tone. "Tell me, 'Jackson', do you think Lisa is more attractive than me?" There was malice in this question, something Jackson had never seen from her. Jackson looked at her shaking his head slightly in disbelief, "What?" He asked, turning his palms up in non understanding. "Do you like Lisa more than me?" Andrea repeated deadpan. "I..don't, but why are you asking me that? What's going on here?" "I know that you're Jackson." He gasped as Andrea contuned, "Do you remember the protein shake from yesterday?" Jackson thought for a moment. "From that crazy girl?" "Well, it was more than just a shake. You took on the form of the person you were most attracted to." "What?" Jackson asked incredulously. "That's impossible! Lisa's okay, but she's not even my type! I swear!" "Well, look at you! That speaks for itself. I've known since this morning. When I saw 'Lisa' sleeping on the couch, I was shocked, and mortified. Then I was pissed! You like Lisa!" Andrea hissed in an accusatory voice, trying to prevent herself from screaming. "You have to believe me. You are the one I'm attracted to, Babe!" "Don't call me babe. Especially looking like that!" Andrea screamed, looking at the shorter Jackson. "Look, I like a feminine woman, I like your soft ass, your inviting hips, your flat stomach, your puffy innie pussy, and those tits. I also love your porcelain skin. I have a type, and it's you! You and Lisa are opposites!" The scene was odd, hearing this woman proclaim her attraction to another woman. "She doesn't look like a woman, but a teen!" Andrea's look seemed to soften, then she asked "But then why are you Lisa?" "I don't know. Lisa's cute, but not what I consider hot." Andrea believed Jackson, and told him that they needed to see Joanie ASAP. --- "Andrea! How are you!" Joanie greeted, with a cute wave. "Um, not good." "Oh, so sorry to hear, how can I help you?" She glanced at the small Asian woman, who had an unimpressed look on her otherwise pretty face, saying, "Where are my manners?! A friend of a friend, is a friend of mine! So who might you be, friend?" "I'm definitely not your friend," Jackson said, trying to sound dangerous. Andrea sighed, "That's why I'm here. This is Jackson." Joanie covered her mouth gasping. "Wow!" "Yeah, wow is right," Jackson said in his small voice. "Why do I look like my best friend's wife?" He demanded. "Are you attracted to her more than you are to Andrea?" "God damn it, no!" Joanie scratched her head, furrowing her brow, and huffed. "When you went to sleep, what was on your mind?" Jackson, and Andrea looked at each other, mouths agape, then Jackson answered, "She asked me if I found Lisa hot..." "But..." Andrea gasped, "Why does that matter?" "What happened, Jackson?" Joanie asked, ignoring Andrea's question. "I guess, I kinda thought about it a little, like, I did imagine her naked, then I think I fell asleep. I was drunk!" He exclaimed. "You asked him about another woman right before he passed out? That explains it. If the thought of this woman was the last thought he had about a woman, or a person of interest, then that is why he looks like this woman." "What? I don't think Lisa is like, hot!" Jackson exclaimed. "Look at my wife, and look at Lisa!" Joanie nodded in understanding, but shrugged, "But, you had strong enough thoughts as you went to sleep," Joanie explained. Jackson brought his hand down his face in an exasperated swipe, sighing. "How do we fix this?" Andrea asked, breaking the silence. "As long as he loves you, it will be undone in 24 hours." "Oh, that's another great surprise!" Jackson said, with clear irritation in his voice. "What do you mean?" Andrea asked. "You did this to me! And for what? You wanted to know if I liked Lisa?" "That wasn't why I did it!" Andrea explained. "You asked all those questions about her? Why her? I barely talk to this woman. You didn't know how this would work, and because you simply put her image in my head, I now look like her?" "You," Jackson said to Joanie, looking at her with disgust "Is that right?" She nodded to affirm his dissection. "You helped her!" "There was no ill intent from either of us," Joanie explained. This was just something she wanted to try. It wasn't about testing you. Maybe she'll explain it." "Jackson, it wasn't supposed to be like this! You would have been my twin for a day, and we would have, I don't know, I...I think it would have been awesome." "You did this because you didn't trust that I was attracted to you. Then it backfired, and you got mad at ME. You knew I wasn't Lisa, you knew I had no idea what was going on. You let me leave the condo without anything, walking. Look at me! I don't even have on a bra! If someone wanted to do something to me, what do you think would have happened?" Joanie looked genuinely shocked. "Look, I'm sorry, Jackson." "I think I can help, just in case you don't turn back into yourself naturally. I have something else that will allow you to change back into your original body, however, anytime you overwrite a curse, or spell of transmogrification, it's done in the most literal sense," Joanie said, with this sounding like a warning. "That doesn't sound clear," Jackson began, "I want layman's English, spell out the terms and conditions concisely." Joanie nodded, pushing her large rimmed glasses up her nose. "Once I give you this, it changes your form to look like your old self, however, your current look becomes your true form. That means that if you fail to pass the conditions needed to change, you will revert to this form." Jackson looked to be in thought, before saying, "Then if I fail, I do this again, in reverse, so my old self becomes the default, right?" Joanie gave a thin-lipped nod deconfirming Jackson's hypothesis. "I'm sorry, but this is technically a curse, and that would be too easy to defeat. You could become anyone else, except your original base self." "Of course," Jackson sighed. "Then, do you have anything else, anything at all that can help?" "I know it's hard to fathom right now, but the best relationship advice is to never go to sleep mad at your partner." Jackson nodded. He turned to Andrea, gruffly saying in his high voice, "Take me to the condo." Jackson turned to leave, and Andrea followed, her head hung low. --- Back at the condo, Jackson began, "I need to be away from you tonight. We'll see if I change back in the morning, and then we can talk." "Should you be away from me?" Jackson, sitting on the couch, legs spread, looked up, answering, "I'll be less angry than if I look at you right now." "I'm sorry." With a wry smile, Jackson nodded, grunting, "Yeah? Sorry enough to let me leave alone without a bra, or shoes that fit?" "Jackson..." "I could let it go if you had told me this was a mishap. But you decided to go nuclear. You absolutely can't claim to love me after that. So, anyway, I'm going to tell Ethan and Lisa." "But don't you think they'll be mad?" "I don't know. But unlike you, I don't want to keep something huge like this away from people that could be affected by it. Anything that happens to me while I'm like this affects them, especially Lisa." "O...okay," Andrea answered, too mentally weak to argue any better. "Do you have a hairband?" Jackson asked Andrea, surprising her. Tying his long black hair was a trivial matter to figure out, even for someone who'd never needed to do it. "That's so much better, I should have done that earlier." "Right?" Andrea agreed. Jackson looked at her icily. Just because he'd asked her to get him something, didn't mean that everything was just peachy. "Hey, bro!" Jackson Facetimed Ethan so there would be no misgivings. "Ethan," he answered. "Babe? But.." He said, clearly confused. "I'm not Lisa, listen to my voice." "This a deepfake? I mean damn, it's real. But yeah, the accent," Ethan noted. "It's not a deepfake. I know this sounds weird, but I'm Jackson," he said, turning the phone to also show Andrea. "We need to talk, this is no visual trick, AI, or anything like that. I'm here, and yes I look like Lisa. We need to come over and talk about this. This is serious shit, man." "Wow, man. This is so crazy, man!" Ethan said laughing. "I mean sure, if you want. Yeah." Jackson knew that Ethan didn't believe him, but that would change when a twin of his wife appeared in front of him. Hanging up, Jackson told Andrea that they were going to explain everything, despite any risk to their friendship. Ethan's jovial attitude would likely change once the story was out. Either way, this had to happen. --- Jackson and Andrea walked up to Ethan and Lisa's elegant home. Ringing the Ring doorbell, they were greeted by the said homeowners. Ethan and Lisa looked at Jackson, who was Lisa's twin, and Jackson felt like shriveling up as their gazes remained fixed on him. "What is this?!" Lisa asked in shock. "If we can go inside, I'll explain," Jackson answered in Lisa's voice, minus the accent. The four entered the home, with all heading to the living room, and having seats. "Yes, I'm Jackson, and yes, I look like you, Lisa, and yes I know you have questions," he began. "Yeah, questions," Ethan said, his face still wearing shock. "What is going on?" Lisa asked, "I don't have a sister, nevermind a twin. And if you are Jackson, how are you a woman?" "This is apparently a curse," Jackson said, rubbing his neck. "Um, I woke up like this, and this is why I didn't go in to the office today. I had no idea what was going on, until my lovely wife here told me." Andrea winced at the pointed way that Jackson spoke. "A curse? But why me?" Lisa asked, confused. "You care to explain?" Jackson said, looking at Andrea. "Uhm, okay, so I have this friend..." She started. "She follows the occult, and created this curse that was applied in the form of a drink. This curse is used to determine if your loved one is attracted to you. They will take the form of the person that they are most attracted to." Both looked at Jackson with surprise. "Look, it's not exactly that simple! I don't have feelings or thoughts about Lisa. I promise. Let her finish," he said, raising his hands defensively. "As with most things related to spells and curses, it's not perfect, and chaos can ensue. I made a mistake; we were drunk, and I started asking him if he thought you were hot, like if I should have abs like you," She explained, looking at Lisa. "So, it made me picture you in my mind, I'm so sorry," Jackson interrupted. "Guys, you have to know that I don't have a thing for you," he repeated. "Anyway, today, it was explained that since I simply put your image in his head before he went to sleep, he changed into you. In that situation, it could have been anyone. He was drunk, unable to think clearly, and I shouldn't have done this. I'm sorry to all of you." "This is a joke, right?" Ethan asked, unable to think of any other explanation. "I don't have a sister, and she does speak like Jackson." Lisa leaned in towards Jackson, taking him in, he looked exactly like her, maybe not even a twin would look this close, yet here she was looking at her own face in the flesh. Lisa could tell that the fantastical sounding story was true. Jackson leaned back as Lisa visually poked and prodded him. "Uhm, Lisa, I'm a little uncomfortable here." "Uncomfortable? You look like me. Have you been naked? Then you know what I look like nude. Now THAT is uncomfortable!" Lisa said, making Jackson wince. "What about everything else? Is it all the same?" She had a point. "I'm sorry. I don't know what you look like naked!" "Show me. Let's go to the bathroom." Jackson put his hands up in defeat, agreeing to do so. He followed Lisa to one of the restrooms, with her asking him to take his clothes off. Jackson was hesitant, and embarrassed but he figured it was Lisa's body, and considering everything, he felt like she had a right to see. As Jackson stepped out of Andrea's clothes, Lisa gasped. "Wow. It's the same. You really are Jackson?" "Yes. I'm sorry, Lisa." He repeated. "I really don't have a thing for you," he also repeated. "You keep saying that! So, you think I'm ugly?" Lisa asked, with a light laugh. Jackson chuckled, "No, nothing like that. You're a cute woman, but Andrea is exactly my type," Jackson said, as his smile wavered, and tears came to his eyes. "Why did she do this? And why am I crying about it?" Lisa took Jackson into a hug, "Look, I'm not mad. I hope you can return to how you were." "Thank you, Lisa. We should go back." With that, the set of twins went back down to the living room, where Ethan and Andrea were still sitting in awkward silence, both looking up to the twin Lisas. Taking their seats, Jackson broke the silence. "I thought we needed to tell you this because this affects all of us in some way." Ethan and Lisa nodded in understanding. Andrea looked on. Jackson cleared his throat, explaining what he knew. "The rules aren't clear. If I fail to change back, there is an alternative, and I'll apparently be able to get my body back, but Lisa becomes my default, and I guess whether I keep my body depends on how I feel about Andrea." "But, you still love Andrea, right?" Ethan asked, concern in his voice. The wordage Jackson used made it seem unsure. "I'm mad, I'm hurt, but becoming Lisa wasn't the worst thing that happened today," He said, "You were so damn cruel." Jackson said, looking at Andrea. "I didn't know she had that in her.." "Jackson..." Andrea said, tears welling up. Ignoring Andrea, Jackson began, "I'm going to get a room tonight. Maybe when I wake up, I'll be myself. I just felt like you guys deserved to know the truth." "No." Lisa said. "You should stay here." "Yeah, "Ethan said, adding, "I mean, considering, I don't see why not. You can't get a room without an ID, so...." "I don't want to mess things up for anyone. Um, I'll stay," Jackson relented. After thinking about it, it was the best choice. He didn't want to see his wife tonight, and being away from her gave him the best chance to calm down, and hopefully change back. While he couldn't get a room in a decent hotel, it was possible to get a room in a no-tell motel, but given the locations of those places, and people about them, combined with his current looks, it was a horrible bad idea. "You should go. I'll call you in the morning." Getting up and walking to the door, Andrea turned, addressing the three. "Okay. I'm sorry, all of you. Hon, I love you." Jackson sighed heavily, "I love you too." He had to say this. He did love his wife, even if he was extremely mad at her. As much as he wanted to ignore her, and let her stew in her guilt, he knew that his feelings for his wife couldn't be muddied if he was to stand a chance against the curse. Andrea went to hug his small body, with his hesitation being clearly visible. But again he did it. He noticed how much smaller he was than she. Andrea wasn't a particularly tall or large woman, but Lisa was dwarfed. His face rested on Andrea's chest, and his hair created a shield between his face and her chest. The difference in size bothered Jackson. He no longer engulfed his wife with his stout body and strong arms, her hands could no longer rest upon his well-built pecs, and her fingers could no longer trace the separation between his pec muscles. "Okay, Andrea, we'll talk." "Okay, um, I'm sorry, I love you," She repeated, looking forlorn. The others stood silently as she departed. --- "How do you guys feel, knowing why this happened?" Jackson asked Ethan and Lisa. "Hey man, I'm not mad about it. The result is definitely strange. I mean, there are two of Lisa, and one of them used to be a man, my best friend and partner. Who would think it, right?" Ethan answered, trying to be chipper and reasonable. "I'm so mad!" She said playfully, "As payment I get to doll you up tonight!" "Wait, what?" Lisa smiled mischievously, "I want to do sister things with my new sister!" Jackson weakly smiled. They were taking this well, especially Lisa. Jackson thought it a huge invasion of her privacy, and disrespect to Ethan to know what his wife looked like naked, and he told them this. He shared his extreme guilt over the situation, and they both worked to allay his concern. "It sounds like if she had said literally anyone else, that's what the result would've been." "Well, why didn't she name someone famous?" Jackson asked, trying to joke. "I wouldn't mind trying out Taylor Swift," he said, laughing. "See her naked, walk into a bank, and take all her money. Win-win." "Hey now! I look better than Taylor Swift!" Lisa exclaimed, in a voice that made it clear that she was joking, but not hiding some hurt. Even though Lisa knew why, it hurt hearing someone that looked exactly like her say that someone else looked better. "I'm sorry," Jackson apologized again, he could tell that he'd hurt Lisa's ego by her defensive tone. He couldn't compliment Lisa's looks without looking like a fake, or being anymore awkward than it things already were. Ethan could also sense this, so he interjected, "Babe, Jackson doesn't mean it that way. He has a certain taste. He likes what he likes, and I like what I like." Ethan leaned over, about to pat Jackson's shoulder, then hesitated after realizing that if Jackson looked like Lisa, then naturally... "What? I'm not going to break if you touch me," Jackson said, noticing the action. "But I'll break him if he touches you!" Lisa said, hitting Ethan playfully. Everyone shared a laugh, and once settled back down, Ethan asked Jackson if he wanted to talk about it, as his mental state was paramount to get over this situation. Jackson declined, saying that maybe not thinking about it would be better. With that, Ethan said that he'd be retiring for the evening, and leaving the 'sisters' to their devices. --- "Yay! I get to play with my own sister!" Lisa said excitedly. Jackson had resigned himself to being Lisa's dress up doll tonight, and who knew, maybe it'd be relaxing. "So, what are we doing?" "First you need a bath! You stink!" Lisa didn't have as much of a filter, and it seemed to be cultural. "Okay, I'll jump in the shower," Jackson replied. "No, bath, not shower. I promise you'll like it." Jackson followed Lisa back to the bathroom, and on the way, Lisa got out some big fluffy towels, and a loofa. "Here, just relax in the tub. If you need help with the hair, let me know. Use the Chamomile water conditioner." "Okay, sure." Jackson drew a bath adding the chamomile bubble bath, finally taking in the reality of his situation. As the water leveled, he kicked off Andrea's clothes, and got in the bath. 'Wow', he thought, shooting back up, it was way too hot. Sucking his teeth, he lowered himself, acutely feeling the slightly hanging lips of his vagina touch the hot water. He lowered himself further, quickly getting used to the temperature of the bath. Looking down, he saw the pert breasts of Lisa, having no buoyancy in the water, unlike Andrea's. "Andrea...," He thought. They had been together for years, and Jackson hadn't ever shown her any reason not to trust him. Why was she insecure enough to do what she did? Then, the way she treated him after she thought that he was attracted to Lisa. Not even that he cheated, just the mere thought that he was attracted to Lisa brought on by his transformation into her, and she'd shown a side to her that was something he hadn't known. Then there was that crazy ass woman, Joanie. She had to have known the seemingly strong possibility that this would work out the way that it had. Jackson's body was now acclimated to the water, so he sighed, letting his head rest against the back of the tub. He had to clear his mind before he went to sleep... --- "Hey, you okay?" Lisa asked, lightly knocking on the bathroom door. When she received no answer, she repeated before entering to check on Jackson. Lightly stroking the side of his face, as to wake him as gently as possible, she noticed him stir. "Hey, you sleepy head," she said, as if to her child. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry." "Stop apologizing!" Lisa playfully chided. "Let's get you dried off." Jackson stepped out of the now lukewarm water, covering himself with his hands. "You don't have anything I haven't seen!" Lisa laughed, handing him a towel." "I'm sorry. It's habit." "I know, I'm just kidding, you are so funny!" She said, patting his shoulder. "Um, Lisa? Can I have a rain check on the dress up? I just wanna get to sleep with a clear mind. If things don't work in my favor, then I promise I'll do whatever you want, deal?" Lisa cutely pouted "Awww, I finally get a sister, and she's too busy. It's okay, I know it has to be hard. I'll get you something to sleep in." "Hmmm, actually, no." Jackson explained how he had awaken in his clothes still. Waking up in his own body wearing Lisa's clothes would be more than he could get over. He thanked her hospitality and graciousness, and told her maybe Ethan's clothes would be better, if he didn't mind. Lisa soon returned with a set of Ethan's pajamas. "Thanks, Lisa. You and Ethan have been so cool about this. I just can't believe this whole thing..." Lisa simply smiled, and the warmth of her smile made Jackson burst out in tears. He didn't understand why such a simple gesture had such a profound effect on him. Lisa placed him in a hug that could be described as sisterly. Lisa had her own slight tears, as she used her thumbs to wipe away the tears from Jackson's face; her face. There was something about seeing the pain in the face that looked exactly like her own. "It'll be alright," Lisa said, stroking Jackson's hair. "Thank you, Lisa." After the shared moment, Lisa took Jackson to his room, telling him "Women de jia jiushi ni de jia. Or how do you say it here?...Mi casa su casa." "Uh..." Jackson began, but then simply chuckled at the irony of her statement. Lisa left the room wishing him a good night, and shortly thereafter, Ethan knocked. "Hey man." "Yeah," Jackson replied softly. Ethan shook his head softly. "How are you getting on?" He said, averting his eyes from Jackson. "I'll have an answer in the morning. You guys've been great, especially Lisa. She makes me feel like she really is my sister." "Thank you. Well, she's a good woman, and that's why I love her. Well, I'm going to head on to our room, I just wanted to see how you were, but I don't want to talk about anything, should your thoughts affect you. I'm rooting for you, see you on the other side." Jackson nodded. Ethan left. Alone with his thoughts, Jackson tried to conjure up images of Andrea, when they met, the first time he beheld her amazing body, all the good times they'd had, their wedding, and how they seemed to get on, despite the age difference. Jackson took care of himself so that he could be worthy of such a woman, he was a classic man in that he wanted to provide for his woman, be her rock, and she could be his everything. So, why? Why would Andrea be concerned about Jackson's feelings? Jackson caught himself thinking too much about the questions. This curse was finicky in that a mere wrongly timed thought of Lisa changed him into her, he had to get off this subject. But in his heart, he knew it wouldn't be possible if time were left between him and his mind. Maybe seeing and talking to Andrea was the best way forward. "Jackson?" "Andrea." "Are you okay?" "I need to see you." -- "Guys, I'm going to see Andrea, she's picking me up. Um, I know this is a big ask, but can I get something to wear?" "You sure?" "I am, I was in there doing nothing but thinking about it, questioning. If I see her, maybe uh, I can..I dunno. I just think if I go to sleep now, I'm done." "Being me isn't too bad. At least you think I'm cute, so you're a cutie!" Jackson looked at her and sighed with a smile. "I'm sorry." "Stop that! Now go see your wife!" Lisa lent Jackson some casual clothes; a simple t-shirt and jeans, this was the second pair of panties Jackson had used since the transformation, it was still weird, but at least he wouldn't have to get used to it. He again tied his hair into a ponytail, and left once Andrea arrived. He thanked the couple for their hospitality, and told him he'd be back, at work in the morning, as himself. --- Getting into Andrea's car, Jackson gave her a hug saying, "I was thinking about it, and I think we need to have sex." "Sex?" Andrea asked, with her perplexment clear. "I mean, I should get the antidote. I change back, and we do it. The last thing we do tonight." "You think that'll work?" "I am not going to change back as things are. Laying down, thinking about your motivations. I tried to think about all the good we've had, but my mind kept circling back to questions, questions that upset me to think about," Jackson said, with calm to his voice. "I think if we just do it, it's the best chance." With that, they drove to Joanie to receive the anti-curse, which in itself was a curse. Once Jackson explained his reasoning, Joanie agreed that he was likely correct about his inability to change back. She warned them that they needed to be absolutely certain that nothing was in between them when Jackson went to sleep, and they felt sure about things. Jackson couldn't wait to get back home. It hadn't yet been a full day, but he was over this. In addition to the strangeness of being a woman, and all the differences he could feel, the worst part was being a twin of Lisa. Of course he didn't like the idea of being anyone else, but it couldn't get any more awkward than being changed into a copy of his best friend's wife. Then, as a twin of Lisa, Jackson had no legal existence, and Jackson had no physical presence, he couldn't do his job, or take care of any of his other obligations. The situation was less than ideal. Making it home, Jackson rushed to the bathroom, and removed Lisa's clothes. He then took the vial given to him by Joanie. As the liquid poured down his throat, he felt apprehensive, if this worked as described, the form of Lisa was now his default body, and this was temporary until he and his wife slept together. If anything was off, he would revert back to that form, but that wasn't going to happen. They would sleep together, and Jackson would have nothing on his mind except Andrea's sexy body. Jackson fell to the floor, clutching his chest as the changes overtook him. He quickly grew larger, hairier, and muscles filled out, he saw his skin lighten, his breaths drew deeper, all of the curves from Lisa's body melted away, his breasts shrunk until they were well defined pecs with male nipples, the lips of his vagina plumped until they became his testes once again, and the clit grew until it became his impressive member. He rose, feeling himself, grateful that he was once again a man, Jackson Gage, a confident man among men. He emerged from the bathroom in his full glory, much to the excitement of his wife. She jumped on him, and he was able to easily catch her, the pair beginning to kiss. His dick was so hard that it could have held her up. Jackson caressed Andrea's soft, giving body. Thinking about Lisa's body, this cemented exactly why he wanted Andrea. How did she not know how sexy she was to him? "Hold on.." "Um, what is it, babe?" Andrea asked with a husky tone. She was into it as much as Jackson. "I want to talk before we do this. I want to know why you did this." "Why now?" "Because when I feel your sexy body, it makes me wonder why do you not think I find you the sexiest woman alive?" Andrea simply answered "I know you do. I didn't have the right context as to why you were Lisa, I got insecure. I had been getting insecure about my abs, and Lisa's are perfect, so I guess I thought..." "Look at your stomach," Jackson said, running a finger along her sexy stomach, making her jump, and her pink nipples harden. "You are fit and trim, and unlike Lisa, you have hips, thighs, ass, and tits for days. You look like an angel to me; your blue-green eyes are like the deepest part of the sea, I get lost in them, your perfect button nose, your waves of fiery hair, those luscious lips. I sound like a novel describing you, but that's what I felt when I saw you, I still feel that way, right now that I'm beholding you." Andrea's insecurities were baseless; if Jackson Gage settled down, and married a woman, she had to be the fairest in all the land. However, this was a difference in how she and he processed insecurity. Jackson had none; he knew that he wasn't going to be the absolute best in every regard, in his mind, it was impossible for any human. Someone would be better looking, taller, have more money, be smarter, if not all of those things combined. Certainly, heart throb A-listers and musicians existed. However, Jackson didn't focus on what he didn't have compared to any other man, only on what he did have, and he was content with life as it were. He loved what he did for a living, he was confident, he thought that he was handsome, and he had a beautiful wife, what more could he want? "Maybe we shouldn't do it tonight. Only the first time matters, not when, right?" Jackson suggested. Try as he might, more questions rang out in his head. They had to wait, life had to get back to normalcy before he attempted to be with his wife. In the course of a day, Jackson's marriage had been upended. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad if the stakes weren't so high. His literal life was in the balance. A conversation like the one they were having, some make-up sex, and if there were any lingering feelings, they could be gotten over in time, and everything would be fine. Now if there was any doubt in his heart, there would be disastrous results. While experiencing the day as Lisa was eye opening, and answered questions that he never asked, that was as much as he wanted. --- The next morning, Jackson awoke stretching to his full height, with his wife stirring as well from the alarm. "Morning, Babe." "Hun," Andrea returned, giving Jackson a light peck on the cheek. "Say, I had the weirdest dream," Jackson began. "Hmmm, tell me about it." Jackson blushed, "It's way too embarrassing," he responded, feeling like a little kid. "The Jackson Gage, embarrassed? That's a new one," Andrea said, wryly smiling. "Okay, you have to promise me you won't get mad if I tell you." "Cross my heart and hope to die," she said with a childish, playful look. "Okay, so in this dream, I was a woman." Andrea gasped. That had been real life. Did her husband really think it hadn't happened? What should she say, should she play it off, should she tell him? Andrea's mind was going a mile per minute, trying to decide her next move. However, he was content, and thought that yesterday's incident was merely a dream, if they had sex right now, then he would be able to stay in his original body. Yes! "Uhm, that's something else! So how was it?" "Heh, I don't remember the details," His face clearly said that he did. Whether he thought it was a dream, or real was the question. However, she needed to enact this plan now. She decided not to press him about the 'dream', and go ahead and freshen up. She needed to tell Ethan and Lisa not to mention or text anything to Jackson, in hopes not to jog his memory. Giving herself a once over, Andrea was wearing Jackson's favorite nightie, her full breasts slightly spilled over the lacy cups, and below that, was her flat, sexy stomach with that ever-so-slightly feminine curve, and the high waisted cut brought attention to her sexy hip bones, but also the tantalizing curves of her hips, while the panties hid her slightly puffy mound, showing just enough to make Jackson want to peel them off, and reveal her perfect female parts. She'd curled her hair, and gave her full lips a coat of ruby red lipstick. Looking at the woman in the mirror, that woman had tears in her eyes. She realized that this woman in the mirror was Jackson's favorite version of her. But it was still her, Andrea, Jackson's wife. Lisa was a cute fit woman, but she could not be the bombshell that Andrea herself was. Andrea knew that one wasn't better than the other, but Jackson had a type, and she was that type. "This man was happy with me, ME. Why did I react like that!?" She cried, heaving to herself. She had to calm down, and redo her make-up so that he wouldn't question her, only want her. Before exiting the bathroom, she spritzed herself with Jackson's favorite perfume, and put on her face, greeting her surprised husband. "Hey, handsome!" She said, her words playing to his ears like sultry honey. Jackson looked at his wife. How it turned him on when she wore this getup. There was no more perfect woman on the planet. Even when she wasn't giving him a show. "Wow, you look incredible, Babe." "And I'm all yours, would you like to unwrap what's yours?" Jackson brought his wife to him, kissing her neck, answering, "I'd like to take my time." He began to kiss various parts of her body, watching the tale tell signs of her pleasure. While today's lovemaking was an act to help her husband, he was still a sexy man, and an attentive lover, and soon she began to feel the pleasure that was her husband's touch, her act falling way to the reality of making love to the man she loved. "Have I ever told you how perfect you are?" Jackson asked, in between kisses. "All the time..." She answered, tears welling up, wearing a sad, but grateful smile. Jackson wiped her tears, holding his wife. "I mean it everytime." "I know you do," She said, taking his jaw into her hands, bringing him in for a kiss. With that, Jackson unwrapped his gift, and enjoyed every inch of it. Jackson grabbed a condom, to which Andrea shook her head 'no' and pushed it down. The pair practiced safe sex, as Andrea hadn't wanted to be a mom quite yet, and didn't want birth control to wreak havoc on her hormones. "Are you sure, Babe?" "I've never been more sure. I love you so much. If I have a part of you in me, it would make me the happiest woman in the world. I know our baby would be perfect." Jackson couldn't help but to tear at this moment. "I love you too, Babe," he said softly, kissing his wife. As his hardness slid down her sexy stomach, it came to rest right on her cleft. She grabbed his pulsing member using it to masturbate her moistening lady parts, when she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed it down to her waiting hole, feeling the girth spread her apart. He seemed to be harder than ever before. The pair made love with a passion anew. As Jackson reached his limit, Andrea encouraged him to let her have it all. Jackson's engorged member spasmed, shooting jets of semen to Andrea, as her own orgasm overtook her. She couldn't help but wonder how she'd avoided doing this! It was amazing. Nestled up to one another, Jackson brought Andrea into him, and kissed her on the forehead. "That was amazing, and so are you." Andrea reached up, and kissed him back, "You were amazing, I've never felt anything like that! One more round before work?" She asked sensually, as she nuzzled his neck. Looking down, and seeing the state of things, she said, "I'll take this as a yes." --- Jackson headed to the office. This morning with Andrea was amazing! Even more amazing, Andrea was finally willing to give him a child. There was nothing that could ruin this day. "Asshole!" A driver in a BMW tried to merge into his lane without a signal or looking. "I spoke too soon," Jackson said to himself. "Let's finish this commute without any accidents." Arriving at his office, he was greeted as usual by his various co- workers. "Hey, Jackson. Man, you're looking like your usual self today. Nice! I'm assuming it worked?" "What worked?" Jackson asked, with a puzzled look. "You know," Ethan began as his phone vibrated, prompting him to look at it. His brow raised quickly, and he looked at Jackson hastily saying, "Oh, uh, man nevermind me." Jackson shrugged. "I think we'll be trying for a kid, man! Haha, I'll have to stay in the gym to keep up with them. But, I can't tell you how excited I am." "You're going to be such a silver fox hotdad," Ethan commented, chuckling. "You're one to talk. Got any trips today?" Ethan confirmed that only had office work today. "Same, I gotta work on some numbers, do some account maintenance, let's do lunch." "Sounds good." --- Jackson had been wearing a smile that couldn't be erased for the whole day. At home, having just finished dinner, Jackson and Andrea were laying on the couch, something they hadn't done in a while. Andrea's legs rested on Jackson's lap, and he gently caressed them, with his hand working its way higher, and higher. Once he reached the softness that was her hips, he couldn't contain himself. Jackon slid her night pants down, revealing cute pink panites with a tiny bow below the belly button. He gently petted her soft mound, making her spread her legs for better access.... After two orgasms for Jackson, he was more than spent. His testicles would explode if he tried again. He couldn't remember ever going 4 times in one day. Andrea herself was driven to the edge many times this night as well. The married couple then fell asleep in a warm lover's embrace. --- Jackson awoke to Andrea standing above him with a look of shock and horror on her face. He rose quickly, asking "What?" His eyes got wide as saucers, as he covered his mouth, 'What..." "Oh my God!" Andrea cried. Jackson grabbed a lock of the long black hair that he now sported, and looked at his now tan, slender arm. "Am I Lisa?" Andrea shook her head with a worried look. "So, that really happened, the other day?" "Um.. yeah..it.." Jackson looked dumbfounded. "It wasn't a dream?" He asked, his eyes begging for the answer that he wanted to hear. "It..." "Was fucking real?" Jackson asked with anger seething. "You were acting like nothing happened yesterday, so I went with it." Jackson brushed his hair out of his face, with his look going from anger to defeat. "I..I knew it happened, but I thought it couldn't have been real. No one wakes up as his best friend's wife! Right? This doesn't happen. No! I'm dreaming right now! Yes, that's what's happening, I'm dreaming," he said frantically. Andrea grabbed Jackson's tiny shoulders, "I'm so sorry," she said, with her voice wavering, "It's not a dream, I think you were coping, trying to forget everything. I didn't know what to do." "Well, wait. Ethan and Lisa didn't say anything about it." "I told them not to. If you had truly forgotten, I didn't want you to be traumatized by remembering it." "But we had a wonderful day yesterday, didn't I have to be in love with the first woman I slept with?" "...You did..." Andrea answered, now questioning it herself. She began to cry. "There's no way. Everything I told you yesterday is true, you have to believe me, Andrea! After all this!" Jackson went from questioning to angry. Was she going to accuse him once again? "I...I know, I won't ever doubt your feelings for me. I'm sorry.. We need to talk to Joanie." The pair left once again heading to Joanie's place. -- "Why am I fucking Lisa again!" Jackson hissed at the bespectacled woman. "You're not going to get any answers like that," she retorted. "You did this! You knew that your magic, curse, or whatever the hell this is, interprets desires in a way to cause chaos. Jesus Christ, either you're evil or stupid, which is it?" "Jackson, I'm the stupid one. Berate me!" Andrea said, "Please, calm down, let's get whatever info she has." "Thank you, Andrea, at least someone can be sensible," she said, eyeing Jackson's feminine form. "Sensible? I'm the one that's a woman!" "We all are." She said with a smirk. "Will you stop antagonizing him, please!" Andrea pleaded. "Okay, okay. So tell me what has happened since then." Andrea relayed the story to Joanie of Jackson's actions since taking the anti-curse, and what they'd done since then, much to the discomfort of Jackson. "This is simple. He wasn't over it." "But..." Andrea started. "Your coping mechanism, you tried to cut out those memories, pretend that the transformation never happened, pretend that the hurt never happened. Since you weren't facing your reality, it didn't count." "So, what now?" Jackson asked. "You are that woman," Joanie simply answered. "Nothing else you can do will allow you to look like the man that you were. As I said before, you can change into anyone else." "Why do I get the feeling that you knew that would happen? You seem pretty damn smug." Joanie looked at the small tan Asian woman, who was trying to show restraint, saying, "One less man, and one more woman in the world is in fact a net victory." WIth that, the woman's restraints were loosened, she lunged at Joanie, getting held back by Andrea, who was much stronger than herself. "You did this to me!" "Calm down, Jackson!" Andrea pleaded again. She looked at Joanie, "You didn't plan for this to happen, did you?" Joanie huffed, "You suggested it! Of course I didn't! I just don't like the way he's talking to me. How would I know that you would fill his mind with the vision of another woman? How would I know that he would try to make-believe that it never happened in the first place? This is not on me." "But what you just said to him?" "I don't feel that way, I'm sorry I said it. I have boyfriends, you know that. I have fond memories of my Dad. I'm not a man hater. He's never liked me for whatever reason, I know, but," She faced him, "You've never been disrespectful, which is more than I can say for a lot of people. I'm truly sorry." Joanie apologized. Andrea apologized for her insinuation. "That's fine, but what can I do?" "If you want to try being someone other than your friend's wife, I can help with that." "I would say that things can't get any worse than this, but," Jackson sighed. Joanie nodded. "Don't make any rash decisions. Just go home and talk it out." Andrea nodded in agreement, leaving with Jackson in tow. -- "Hey, buddy, sorry," Ethan greeted Jackson, unsure of what gesture would be appropriate. A hug of any kind, even a brotherly one, as they'd shared many times seemed like it would be weird. Jackson did, of course, look like his wife. Lisa herself was again warm, excited and welcoming. "Guys, I'm sorry this happened again." He went on to explain as much as he knew, before saying, "I have to figure out what's next." "At least you're taking it well," Ethan commented at his friend's calm demeanor. "I'm taking it well in the way that you feel like you'd rage when something shitty happens, like you know, getting hit by an idiot in your car, then when it happens, you just have this...acceptance. Like 'what can you do?' So, what can I do? If I wanted to kill Joanie and stuff her in a trunk, like...I can't," he said, using a grim example. He was mad at the woman, but also resigned that he wasn't going to be himself again. "Oh, wow, man. Shit." "Andrea, will you be with me if I become a man again?" Everyone looked at her. "What?" "If I become a new man, will you still be with me?" He repeated. "I...don't know," she answered hesitantly. "What do you mean, 'you don't know?' Jackson looked at his wife as if she were crazy. "If you change, I will be having sex with someone else, basically. If we have kids, they will be that person's, not yours." "Is that not better than this?" He asked, waving to himself. "So then, what are we going to do?" "Wait a minute, you guys shouldn't be having this conversation right here, right now," Ethan said, waving his hands in front of himself. "No, this is very important!" Jackson exclaimed to Ethan. "Is my wife, who did this to me, now saying that I'm not good enough? Am I understanding this right?" "Hun! No! What about last night! That is how I feel about you!" "It was an act." "No, it wasn't. I love you as much as you love me. I want to always be your wife, have your..." Andrea gasped, holding her hands in front of her mouth. "Last night... what if?" Jackson realized. He deflated, getting a defeated look on his face. He looked at Ethan and Lisa, who'd been intently listening, also realizing that Ethan had been right. They should've had this conversation in private. "Yeah, let's go home. We're sorry guys. I'll be in touch." "For what it's worth, I like you as my sister," Lisa said, with a smile. "If you want to stay like this, I really don't mind. I will help you anyway I can," she added warmly. Jackson gave her a weak smile back. Lisa grabbed him into a hug. "Thanks, Lisa. We never had much in common before. But, now, I guess..," He weakly laughed, then sighed, "...shiiiit." -- "So, what do you want to do?" Jackson asked his wife pointedly. Sitting on the couch, looking dejected, she answered, "I don't know." "Are you telling me that I will lose you if I become another man?" "How am I supposed to process that? I know it won't be cheating, but I, it feels wrong." "Then what about as I am?" "I would rather try that than if you were another man," Andrea admitted. "I don't understand," Jackson said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry." "Kiss me." Andrea looked at her small, womanly husband in shock, giving a brief hesitation. She then grabbed the sides of Jackson's smooth face, leaning down, closing her eyes and kissing him. Jackson kept his eyes open, seeing tears running down Andrea's cheeks. He stopped the kiss, putting his forehead to hers, with Andrea opening her eyes. "I'm sorry, Babe," Jackson said in Lisa's small voice. "I know you don't want this." "No, it's not that. I did this to you, and you are suffering for it." Andrea looked at her husband, in the body of a small Asian woman, sighing, "I wish that you could be a man, I know you are a man, and I know you want to be a man. I want you to be a man; Jackson Gage. I don't want 'a' man. I want my man," Andrea said, starting to cry, "If I never did this!" Jackson breathed heavily, "I'll stay like this." "As Lisa?" "If I'm not going to be a man, I think this would be the best alternative. I won't be a complete stranger to everyone, and I think she likes it for some reason, it won't feel like a whole restart. There are worse things, I suppose, than being a cute Asian lady." Andrea nodded in understanding. "So, I killed my husband," she said with a dark finality. Jackson reached over to hug Andrea. Much as he told Ethan, being mad, making Andrea feel even worse, wouldn't make him feel better. He could easily make Andrea cry even more, guilt trip her, and yes, in this case she would deserve it, but that wasn't productive. Figuring out life, and what life would be, was paramount. Jackson held Andrea, silently, until the pair went to sleep. -- Over the course of the next few weeks, Jackson got his name changed legally to Misa Ji, and legally identified as female using the same method that any transgender woman would. He mused that he was, in fact, transgender. The last name was chosen simply because it sounded like the first letter of Jackson's last name; Gage. Lisa herself suggested that he spell it 'Ji' so that it would look unassumingly Asian. Ethan had gotten Misa her old job. In order to cut down on the gossip, he made no disillusions of the fact that Misa was being hired at his insistence, to replace Jackson, and that she was related to his wife, and would be working with him in place of Jackson. Jackson was simply said to have left the company with other plans, with only Ethan himself having any idea of what became of him, and that he simply wasn't at liberty to say. Misa knew that her tax ID and pretty much every other identifying piece of info would match Jackson, but Ethan said that he would handle it, as he'd done with her transition back to the office so far. Lisa was happy to hear about Misa's choice, and the fact that she chose a rhyming name to her own. However, Lisa was a western name that she'd given to herself when she arrived in the United States, and Misa was a Japanese name, despite her Chinese and Thai heritage. The name also had a fitting meaning of 'beautiful bloom'. Still, Lisa found it cute; Lisa and Misa. She had her own little sister. Actually, legally Misa was much older, since she still had to use Jackson's legal age. "Ooh, that makes you a GILF?" Lisa joked. "Aw, you're making me feel so bad about my age," Misa said, with a mock hurt look. "I'm sorry!" "I'm just messing. You should know that by now. If anything, I did gain a bit of energy. At 45, it was real taxing keeping in shape like that, taking supplement regimens, and whatnot. Having a little break from that is nice. I suppose." "See, there's something good about being me, er, my sister after all." "I've never complained. Aside from the fact that I'm not Jackson, me anymore. You know? It does mean that all his goals, all my goals are dead." "What were your goals?" "Just the typical goals I think we all have, I wanted to live a good life, be a good man, have a great career, have a great woman next to me, and a couple of children to share it with, preparing them for their own journeys," she said with a wistful look. "Those goals are still possible, aren't they?" "Not really," she answered. Since accepting her situation, and new life, Misa felt that the normal life was off the table. She lived with Andrea, and while they were still close, there was some kind of distance between the pair. Andrea became more like a friend as the weeks started to pass, teaching Misa things about being a woman. Misa easily learned the basics, having no qualms about leaving her manhood behind, and taking this as a challenge necessary to move on with her life. Presenting as a woman, speaking as she thought a woman should, and even beginning to consider herself as truly a woman would be integral to living a complete life, and she seemed to have a pretty good grip on these things. Andrea went over work attire with Misa, noting that it was probably similar to men; different tones had different meanings. Additionally, as a woman, she could use different fits, lengths, and cuts to portray different things as well. She could leave a button or two undone, and the effect that it had on some men's decision making was measurable, she could wear a white blouse with a deeply colored lace bra, and the sheerness would catch the eyes of men, maybe wear a tighter skirt to make her thighs and ass look more inviting. Misa was versed in doing things to catch the glimpse of a man; using body language, and such. These were things that Andrea knew well, and used them to get where she was, and now oddly enough, she was giving her husband a crash course on how to use his feminine wiles to get ahead in a field that he'd been very successful in previously. Misa also conferred with Lisa about things that would look good on her. If she was doing this 'woman' thing, she wanted to do as well as she could. Lisa knew this face the best of anyone, afterall, it was her face. Lisa showed her various looks she'd had, and also showed her examples of how things worked with the Asian facial structure, as well as the caramel complexion that she and Misa wore. Lisa explained that she could use makeup to look like an unapproachable ice queen, or to look bubbly, sultry, or any number of things that she may want to portray before, or in addition to words or actions. -- Misa hadn't been a woman for long, maybe just less than a month by this point. While she had been acutely aware of her new body at first, she was over it by now. At first, she was pretty horny all the time, her male mind encased in this female body, if any new-to-her parts brushed up against something, she was hyper aware. If her chest brushed against something, the thick nipples on her chest would send pleasure to her privates, if she leaned against a table edge, and it rubbed her privates inadvertently, she'd go flush with the feeling of arousal. Anything would set her off, and she'd have to relieve herself. Sometimes, even the sight of herself in various circumstances could do it. Once the novelty wore off, she was much more reasonable. -- "Andrea, I think, um, I think..you know!?" Misa began with an anxious look about her face. Andrea shook her head, "What is it?" "I'm bleeding," now, she looked mortified. "What am I supposed to do?!" "You're bleeding?" She repeated, then gasped, "Oh, you're bleeding! Okay, don't freak out, just clean everything up, and are you a tampon girl, or a pad girl?" "Ohh, how would I know? Doesn't one of them not go in? I want that one." "Is it heavy?" Misa made a few odd grunts and gestures, looking grossed out, "Eh, eh!" If she didn't know this was her period, she'd think a massacre had occurred. "You're being such a baby! Rule of thumb, do tampons if it's particularly heavy, and pads when it's lighter. If you bleed through a pad in public, oh it's as embarrassing as anything could be." "Okay. I'll do that," Misa agreed. Andrea told her to make sure she changed every few hours or she could get toxic shock, and to make sure she had extras for going out. "I forgot about periods," She said, trying to find something funny, to take the edge off. "Never had to worry about them." "I don't have to worry about them, either," Andrea said softly, "Not for the foreseeable." "Huh?" "You're dense when it comes to women and their body, despite having one of your own." "I'm not going to say otherwise," Misa said, with a wry smile. "I'm not going to be having periods," Andrea said pointedly. The freshly cleaned Misa nodded, waiting on the context. Andrea gasped in exasperation, saying, "For nine months." "For nine months...you, you're pregnant?" Tears had formed in Andrea's eyes. She sadly smiled. She wasn't sure if this was good news or not. She had in fact gotten her wish to be pregnant by Jackson, which happened their last night together. Of course, this meant that Jackson himself would not be there for his child in body. "That's.." Misa began, with all the events that happened since that night, Misa had forgotten about the possibility that Andrea could be pregnant. She'd been busy getting lessons in womanhood from Andrea and Lisa, and adjusting to whatever her new normal would be. Misa sat on the bed, next to Andrea, "So, how do you feel?" "I don't know what to feel," Andrea said honestly, "I'm having Jackson's child, like I always wanted one day, but I don't have Jackson here. It's not only me that I've been thinking about; you, this baby. I feel like I've taken this away from you, and my baby will be missing his father." Misa turned to face Andrea, grabbing her shoulders. "I'm here. Nothing's been taken away, we're still married after all. My wife is pregnant with my child. The surface is different, but I'll be here any way I can, for you, and the little one," she said, lightly rubbing Andrea's stomach. Andrea leaned in, kissing Misa. "I love you so much." She wanted to tell Misa so much more, how perfect she was, how angry she still was at herself for what she'd done. Misa had taken this whole thing in stride, and hadn't complained, blamed her, or tried to make her feel bad in any way. She simply continued with her life as though having had everything upended wasn't a major concern. She couldn't hold it in, and began to sob into Misa's chest. "Hey, it's okay, Babe, I'm still right here." Misa soothed, lightly stroking Andrea's sides. "I love you so much," Andrea repeated, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, then kissing Misa. How she wanted to do something that she hadn't done before, just to make Misa feel special. While she wasn't attracted to women, she loved Misa in such a way that it didn't matter, but there was one thing that she hadn't done, yet. 'In one week,' Andrea thought to herself. -- In the time since Andrea found out that she was pregnant, Misa had accompanied her to all of her prenatal appointments, acting in the role of concerned BFF. By this time, Andrea was slightly showing, and things were progressing well. She would soon find out the gender. "What names have you thought about?" Misa asked. "If it's a girl, Jaqueline, if it's a boy, Jackson, spelled J-A-X-O-N. I think. Maybe Jaqueline as a middle name. I don't know!" She squealed excitedly. "Please, don't do Jaxon. I'm still a Gen-X'er at heart, and as such, I can't approve of a 'misspelled normal'", she laughed. "But thanks for the consideration." "What would you choose?" "I don't know. My plan was to always let my wife name my children, and just veto anything I didn't like," she said. "Like Jaxon. But seriously, I'll try to be lenient, we are 15 years apart, afterall." "Hmmm" Andrea thought..."I would say you're the younger one now! So...how about D-a-y-h-v-i-d?" "Oh my god, that's so terrible!" Misa laughed. "I'm serious," Andrea said, deadpan. "Eek!" -- At work, Misa was getting a reputation, she was a superstar. No one had come in with no seeming experience and made the kind of numbers that she did. She had seemingly taken the place of Jackson, working closely with Ethan, who of course was the top salesman with Jackson gone. Of course, there were rumors of just exactly how she got those numbers, and other things. Misa looked meek, but she had this confidence that seemed to be unmatched. Her well-fitted attire, with her skirts clinging to her svelte legs, indenting just enough to give men a thought of what may lie beneath. She used a smart combination of professionalism, knowledge, and sexy. She knew what men liked afterall, a compliment here, a touch here, a look here, some small talk about themselves; basically a play to their ego. Additionally, she had a natural wealth of knowledge on male centric subjects, allowing her to warm up to most of the potential clients. Typically, in their field of business, women were not taken seriously, and mostly used as eye candy, and she knew this. She used that fact against many unsuspecting men, easily getting them between her fingers. Easier in some ways than even Jackson had it, but different. Backed by Ethan, the pair made an untouchable team, much as before. The dynamic was different this time around. Initially, Ethan was nervous. In his eyes, he saw this version of Lisa, wearing sexy business attire, and moving with such confidence, he couldn't help but be red-faced, watching this woman at work. Misa would notice that he would look away from her quickly sometimes, so she would call his name, making him look, and she'd test her charms, and give him a wink and smile, and Ethan would playfully raise his fist and scrunch his face up. Misa had really become comfortable in her body, very quickly. As Ethan saw it, Jackson always rose to the occasion, and this was just another one of those things. During their first sales trip together, the pair was put up in a room together as usual. Jackson, and Ethan had done this song and dance many times, in many cities, and in many countries. Partners did room together on business trips, unless they wanted an exception, which was typical among bachelors, who usually wanted to sample the local flavors. As married, faithful men, there was no need to get single rooms, and the pair always enjoyed each other's company. Every so often, before the birth of Ethan's son, Colin, he'd bring Lisa, depending on the city, on his own dime, and of course, would room separately from Jackson. On this particular night, the pair had roomed together, thinking nothing of it. Ethan was used to Misa, and her presence. They were in Taipei, meeting with a silicon manufacturer, a place that they'd been before. They previously sold tooling for a then cutting-edge process node manufacturing, and since it had been a few years, it was now time to see if new terms for new products could be reached. After some negotiations, there were tentative agreements in place. Their liaison, of course, couldn't keep his eyes off of Misa, who quickly picked up on this, and adjusted herself accordingly, while Ethan smoothly explained why the companies should work together again. A look here, a laugh here, a touch of the arm here, just as Andrea taught her, and Mr. Tsu was as gooey and malleable as a puppy. -- The pair of Ethan and Misa went out on the town to celebrate the multi- million dollar deal. After the meeting concluded, they went to their room, so that Misa could change into flats. As the pair walked to a highly reviewed restaurant, they passed many people, with Misa noticing that she'd not been around many Asian people aside from Lisa since the change. She also noticed that despite this, she didn't feel like one of them. Just as when she was Jackson, she didn't understand anything, save for 'Ni Hao' and 'shi shi'. Background conversations were just noise. This was driven home when people on the streets would speak to her in Mandarin and Taiwanese, and she couldn't respond. Interestingly, she felt a little embarrassed not to know. Of the pair, Ethan was the one that could speak Chinese. As the two dined, Ethan asked, "So, how was it?" Misa shook her head, "Different. I didn't have to do anything. I didn't like it, honestly. I much prefer our usual tactics," she said, pointedly looking bored. Ethan nodded, saying, "Watching my wife act sexy in a tight business suit was actually pretty hot." Misa smirked, "You discover a kink you didn't know you had?" "Hmmm. You mind letting her borrow it?" Ethan laughed. "Well, good work, either way. We are back!" *Cheers* -- Later that evening, the pair were in their room. They had a few drinks, and decided to call it a night. Ethan removed his clothes, and freshened up in the bathroom while Misa removed hers in the room. Once Ethan came from the bathroom, he was met with the view of his wife wearing a long t-shirt and nothing else. Ethan could immediately see hard nipples poking through the fabric. The light in the dim room played softly off of Misa's face, as she tucked some hair behind her ear. Ethan gasped, looking away quickly. "Hey, buddy," Misa said with a stupid smile. "Like what you see?" "Hey, what are you doing?" Ethan asked, worry in his voice. Misa raised her shirt up, slowly, as Ethan looked on. He tried to will his eyes away, but... "Gotcha!" She raised her shirt the rest of the way up, revealing boxers, but also the same 6-pack that Lisa wore. "You asshole!" Ethan exclaimed with relief washing over his face. Misa laughed, "What were you expecting?" She asked playfully. "I mean, even if I did, I don't have anything you haven't seen." Ethan rolled his eyes. "Are you drunk?" "Not that drunk. I'm just messing, funny to see how you'd react, since I noticed you earlier. You're not mad are you?" "No, it's just. You're still a woman, who happens to look exactly like my wife; a woman that I'm obviously attracted to. Even though it's you, it's just becoming hard to process right now," Ethan admitted. Misa squeaked, "I'm so stupid. I wasn't thinking. I thought that I was just having a little fun messing with my best friend, but you're right, things are different. I don't want to make things weird, and I don't want Lisa mad either." "It's fine. It's only unsettling because you look like Lisa," Ethan said, sighing. "So, are we calling it a night?" "Yeah." "Same bed, Honey?" Misa asked, putting on an exaggerated accent. Ethan laughed. "That's a horrible accent!" "Okey, Honey. Goodnight!" She continued in that awful voice. "Wan an," Ethan said, pulling his cover over himself. Misa stared at his resting form, playfully upset that she didn't know what he had said. She stuck her tongue out at him, before doing the same in her own bed. -- Misa's co-workers felt an air of unapproachability to her. She would argue that aside from Andrea, Ethan, and Lisa, that would be true, unless the person was necessary to her. While she learned femininity from Andrea and Lisa, and she was confident in her ability to do her job, and excel at it, socializing was another matter entirely. Making eyes, or showing some leg to win a man over was easy, and there was nothing further expected, and if there was, the potential client had clearly misread the situation. She knew that a lot of men found her attractive, and like any other woman, she played into it for her own needs. Misa had been hit on, and asked out for extra curricular activities, with clients letting her know that under no uncertain terms, that she would gain favor and business with them, should she so choose to entertain. Misa never considered sleeping with anyone to gain their business. Playing with some men's egos to get the results she wanted was fine, but going any further, was a line she wouldn't cross. In fact, Misa didn't know if men were ever on the table. -- As Andrea's pregnancy progressed, her sexual appetite seemed to grow. Misa would often satisfy her, spending a lot of time focusing on her breasts and nipples. Misa watched in amazement as Andrea's nipples went from smallish pink nubs to deep red thick long nipples, more resembling her own, throughout the pregnancy. Andrea's vagina seemed to always be wet, and puffy. Misa couldn't get enough of it. She definitely missed her penis whenever she saw this perfect puffy in her face. This made her think, would Andrea be okay with the possibility of never being with a man again, or having another child? Both of these things were to be sacrificed if they were to stay together. This was less of a problem for Misa, as being a man's lover, nor a mother were not things that she was considering. Misa also loved when Andrea gave her attention. The first time that Andrea gave her oral was earth shattering, and there was something loving about the fact that she surprised Misa, telling her that she simply loved Misa and wanted her to feel special, and that was one thing that she could do to show how she felt. That orgasm had been more than simply a sexual experience. Misa also liked having her long thick nipples sucked and tweaked, and sometimes she couldn't help but wonder what having big full tits felt like, or what it felt like to have a thicker softer body, like she preferred, like Andrea had. "Babe, you are so beautiful." Misa said, just taking in Andrea, and her glow. There was more to this beauty than her looks. Perfection had never been more apt of a description. -- "Hey, man, what about that Asian girl?" One of Misa's co-workers asked. "She's all business, I wouldn't waste my time," Another said. "Besides, she's with Ethan, and she's like his wife's twin sister. That's the reason she even got the job, I heard." "I dunno, I think I need to try. You're all intimidated..." "Try what? Where's the Asian girl?" Misa asked, looking around as if she was looking for this person, walking into the break lounge, clearly having heard them. "Uh..", He replied with an embarrassed smile, as everyone else got quiet. "Here you were talking a big game, and now the pitbull has become the kitten," Misa said, teasingly. "In the animal kingdom, things come to those who hunt. You know, Asian proverb, or something," she said, getting uncomfortably close, making him adjust his collar. "So then?" "Let's have lunch today. You. And me," the guy suggested, adding confidence to his swagger. "Whoa, like that? Do you even know my name?" *Ahem* "Yes, Misa," he answered sheepishly. "Well, if you knew my name, why didn't you address me by it, even if I wasn't here?" "You're right, I'm sorry, Misa." Misa smirked, "And I'm sorry, too, that Asian girl won't be having lunch with you, Aiden. Shame, really, you're a nice looking guy." All the other guys erupted at this. She walked off, knowing that the guys were giving him shit, and they were all likely talking more trash about her. Misa's mind went back to when she was Jackson with years of experience, and reputation, so his coworker knew better. Interactions were always respectful, and everyone abided by the pecking order, which had him and Ethan on top. As Misa, she wasn't taken as seriously, and it didn't seem to simply be because she was a woman, she was also small, Asian, and brown. All of these things seemed to play into how she was treated. It wasn't that she was simply dainty, and weak looking, people seemed to also think that she was also less intelligent. Asian people usually had the stereotype of being hyper smart, but along with Lisa's mentioning of South East Asian's treatment, she began to realize that the "smart" stereotypes only applied to lighter skinned Asians; Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, and she wasn't afforded at least that. This also helped her understand Lisa a bit more. -- "Those guys pissed me off so much!" Misa complained. "What's wrong?" "Guys at work. They were talking about how I was a hot little piece, basically." "Watercooler talk," Andrea said. "I'm sure you've partaken." "I've always bowed out when people start getting crass and disrespectful. They were so condescending. I am apparently just 'that Asian girl'," Misa fumed, wondering why this even bothered her that much. "Yeah, and I've been a lot worse," Andrea said, shrugging. "I'm sorry," "No, hun, I wasn't trying to compare. Just that I know guys are like that, especially those wannabe hotshots in the business world. I know your world was turned upside-down, but keep in mind that as a smart, attractive woman, you also have power, a different kind," Andrea said with a wry smile. "The asshole couldn't even be bothered to call me by my name when he thought I wasn't there, and he knew my damn name!" Misa complained. "I'm complaining like a woman! I hate this!" "Those kinds of guys are the worst. If you ever got with him, he'd talk himself up to his friends, and tell them how you're just fun lay, while telling you how you deserve the stars and the moon," Andrea snorted. "I'm sorry. Is that from experience?" Misa asked, reading her dark expression. There was something else; she didn't think that Andrea would've shared this if she were still Jackson. "I was 18, once." She answered. "So, what do you think about guys?" "Not even once! Putting on a display is more than I want to do. Even if I wanted to consider it, the kind of men that we usually do business with kind of turns me off. Old creepy guys who let the money talk. Now I feel bad taking you." "You weren't an old creep. You were hot, ripped, and had a nice smile, and a nice ass," Andrea laughed. "But more than that, you were also a great man, and partner." "That makes an old man happy to hear," Misa joked. "That's why I love you, Babe." With that, Andrea kissed Misa on the forehead, then lifted Misa's face, repeating on the lips. -- "Hey, Lisa, how are things?" "I'm good, at the park with Colin. So, what's up?" She asked knowingly. "Is it a good time?" "We could talk over lunch, if you want to meet us. "That'd be great." Misa met Lisa and her son at a sidewalk diner. To anyone else, these were twin sisters, and one of them had a young kid. Both women had on similar attire, gym clothing consisting of dark yoga pants which weren't too revealing, Lisa was finished with high top gym shoes, and a sports bra and crop top, and Misa was finished with low top runners and a tank top. While Lisa had her long black hair loosely hanging, Misa usually had an updo, including now, with a pulled back bun. It had been more convenient, and while most of her feminine care needs were easily learned by Andrea's and Lisa's teachings, doing much with her hair would require trips to salons, which was an idea that Misa wasn't fond of, and only did so before important meetings. "Hey, little bud," Misa said in a soft voice, picking up Colin. He was about 9 months old, and looked like Ethan's little mini-me, with a hint of Asian features. As normal, he laughed, and smiled when Misa picked him up, her face being so familiar to him. His confusion was so cute and made everyone laugh the first time he'd seen her. As usual, he reached for her breasts, which she didn't mind, but had to tell him "I'm not Mommy" before handing him back, saying "I think he's hungry". "Or maybe he likes his aunt," Lisa said, laughing lightly, taking her son. "So, what's up?" "Where to start? Do people think you're...uh erm, stupid?" She gave a yikes to herself after it came out. "I didn't mean that." "Hmmm. Why are you asking?" "I mean, like at work, I can tell that people think I'm, I don't know, I can't fully describe it." "You think this because of the way you look?" Misa looked away, "I...yes,". She didn't want to say it directly, but it was definitely because she was Asian, and did not clearly look Japanese, Korean, or Chinese, but rather South East Asian. ?I understand. Though I think our plights may be different. I have an accent and people simply think I?m from the 3rd world, or they may think that I am with Honey because he is white. I was looked down upon in China, because of my Thai half.? ?I know you and Ethan aren?t together for that reason. I?ve known Ethan forever, and if he married you, then I know you were a good woman. You are a good woman, you have been so much to me. It?s just crazy, we had no reason to speak, and I thought we?d never have anything to talk about.? ?We go from having nothing in common, to sharing the same face,? Lisa chuckled. ?And you?ve been so gracious.? ?Thank you, but that?s not what you were getting at,? she said, patting the top of Misa?s hands. ?Ah yes, right. How do I deal with it? Getting looked down upon?? ?I am not a part of your world. I can only go by personal experience, which differs from yours. I deal with looks and snickers from passersby I never have to talk to. Compared to China, this is nothing. At home, I was a little kid and other people are telling me that I'm dirty, or rubbing me to see if I will turn white. In America no one would dare, even if they harbor thoughts. Just knowing that it?s better is enough hope for me.? ?I?m glad for you, Lisa. Thanks.? Lisa?s point of view wasn?t something that she was prepared for. Apparently, she was able to overlook the past taunting and such, without becoming spiteful, or hateful. While Misa wouldn?t call herself vengeful, she didn?t want to take being looked down upon as something that was okay. But of course there was a difference, Lisa had been born to this perspective, Misa had only recently begun to deal with things such as this, after a lifetime of being a white American man. ?Perhaps, Andrea may be of better help. She has probably been looked down upon in the professional world for being a woman.? ?Yeah, she told me as much.? ?So, other than this, how are you faring?? ?Decently. I?ve luckily had your and Andrea?s help.? ?How does it feel compared to earlier?? ?I don?t feel anything about it anymore. I mean there?s ups and downs as I see it.? ?Good things, huh?? While Misa seemed okay with things, that?s as far as Lisa would take it. ?Sure, I was in great shape for 45, but I lost nearly 20 years. Being a short woman is hardly a compromise for 20 years of life. Also at my age, the metabolism was slowing down, and I was using TRT to keep in shape. The maintenance of this body is way less,? Misa said, giving a light laugh, then her face darkened, ?Except that week of the month.? Lisa chuckled. ?By the way, how are things going with the baby?? The period mention made her remember about their pregnancy. ?Everything?s coming along just fine,? Misa answered, with maybe a bit of uncertainty. ?Something wrong?? Lisa noticed. ?I...I?ve bothered you enough,? Misa answered, knowing she wanted to talk about it. ?Nonsense. My sister can tell me anything,? Lisa said seriously. ?You really think of me that way?? ?Hard not to when you look like that, and I?m grateful to have someone that looks like me. Even though I have Honey and Colin here, connecting with many people is kind of hard.? ?I?m sorry Andrea and I never tried before. I?m sorry it took until now to get it.? ?I?m not worried about it, so your problem?? ?Well, my kid...is not going to be my kid..? ?Sure they will. You will be one of the people that raises them, no? They?ll have the values that you give them, along with Andrea. They will know you as a protector, they will love you unconditionally. Can you do the same?? ?It?s my kid, of course I will.? ?See,? Lisa said with a knowing smile. Misa sat with her mouth agape, then smiled. ?Lisa.? Lisa chuckled. ?And if you want to have a child that looks like you do now, there?s nothing stopping you from doing that,? she nodded, laughing. Misa gasped. ?Oh, no! I might be a woman, but I?m way too much of a man for that!? ?Are you both going to deny yourselves forever?? Lisa asked with an inquiring look, making her twin look away. Again, Misa gasped. While the thought of a man being on her, in her, made her wretch, there could in fact be a point where Andrea would want the touch of a man. A man like Jackson had been. Maybe a man that could really teach their coming child all the things that would make them a balanced person. As Misa saw it, a child needed a father, boys for obvious reasons, and girls for maybe subtle reasons. Could she raise a rough and tumble son, or a daughter that didn?t have daddy issues? Becoming a woman herself hadn?t changed her views on human dynamics and interactions. She had no choice but to try. For the child. For herself. ?I don?t know about Andrea. She didn?t enter into a lesbian relationship by marrying me. I don?t know if she?ll be happy with me as I am, and I don?t know if I want to share her with men,? Misa said, looking past Lisa, ?I really want to take the offer to become a man again, even if not me? she said, looking down and away. ?No offense? Lisa put her hand onto Misa?s own saying, ?None taken. I know your motivation, but I think you would be in a worse situation than you are now.? ?Why?? ?You said that Andrea doesn?t want you as another man. You could make her like you again, I?m sure, but then you?ll have your child, and if you have more children, they will be half-siblings,? Lisa shook her head, ?This is a very difficult situation,? She said, ?Here, hold Colin again,? She said, as she handed her son back to Misa. Misa held him, and he melted, and she melted. Misa began to play with him, and talk to him, while Lisa looked on. ?Look,? Lisa said, snapping Misa out of her daydream. It was a picture of her holding Colin. Somehow it was different than even a picture of Lisa holding him. ?I look like that?? ?You do!? Lisa exclaimed. ?Look how content you are. Your maternal instincts show well. This is why I think you should stay as you are. I think you can do it.? ?I simply thought you liked having a sister,? Misa joked. ?Of course I do! But, I think about you all the time, and now that you?re asking me, I?m giving my advice as your sister. And no matter what, you?ll always have a place with Honey and I.? Misa sighed, wiping tears away, ?I shouldn?t feel like this, but I do.? she started to laugh, ?It?s so stupid! I knew there was comfort in words, I mean, I have to use them to make sales, but it?s an act, a carefully curated one. But you, your words make me feel like this is really okay, and I know you mean them.? ?That?s because it is okay, and I do mean it.? Colin watched as his two favorite people in the world hugged. ?Thank you so much. I don?t know what I would do without you. I?ve been leaning on you so much.? Misa had been hanging out and talking with Lisa more often since her transformation. As Lisa herself said, Misa also found comfort in speaking with someone with the same face, and Lisa was an interesting, worldly person, especially to be so young. She seemed to have a better grasp of herself, and the things around her than most her age. Misa really did wish that she?d spoken more with the woman when she was Jackson. Now, Lisa was indispensable, like true family. ?We?re family.? Lisa said, echoing Misa?s thought. ?You most certainly make me feel that way, sis. I love you.? Lisa simply smiled, and nodded, saying ?And I love you, Meimei? The pair hugged, holding hands as they broke from the hug. -? Andrea and Misa stood, both looking at their son, Jack. The 6 month old boy slept peacefully in his crib. His name had been a compromise, as Andrea did want ?Jaxon? but Misa was heavily against it, and also opposed to ?Jackson?, which would have made him a junior. Andrea wanted at least an homage to Jackson, so the name Jack was chosen. The child definitely looked like Jackson. He had Jackson?s golden brown hair, but his mother?s deep almost aqua eyes. The child loved both of them, but he was partial to Andrea. If Misa couldn?t calm him down, then Andrea?s touch alone almost certainly would. ?He?s a chip off the old block,? Misa said. ?Hey, your age is showing,? Andrea teased, the irony not lost on either. Misa smirked. Jack came to, looking around briefly, before spotting his mother, and the other nice lady. He reached up, and Misa knew to let Andrea do the duty. She stood aside, as Andrea picked him up, getting ready to be fed post-nap. ?Hey, little Jack,? Misa said lightly, touching his cheek, with the boy smiling. ?Hey Andrea, I?m going to go, um, to the study, but did you need anything? I wouldn?t mind going out and getting it or whatever,? she said, wanting to feel useful. ?Um, no, I think we?re fine, but thanks, hun.? Misa nodded, heading to the extra room. Once she arrived, Misa folded her arms on the desk, and laid her head down, saying softly, ?My son...he likes me, but he doesn?t love me.? She shook her head. ?I know he?s a baby, but it hurts so much,? tears ran across the bridge of her nose. ?If I was still Jackson, or even just a man, I think he would understand.? Misa thought about other things, like the fact that Andrea and Jack seemed to exist in this vacuum where only the pair of them existed. It was to be expected, even if she had still been Jackson, but she felt the bond that they had was less than it would have been if she had still been a man, even if not Jackson. Little Jack still liked her, smiled when he saw her, liked being held by her, so why did she feel that way? Even between Andrea and herself, the spark was leaving. The pair felt very close during the pregnancy, with Misa dutifully taking care of Andrea?s needs, like the doting father to-be that she would?ve been. At the time, things felt like any other relationship between partners. Once Jack was born, things just seemed to naturally change. Misa felt herself moving away, knowing that she couldn?t be the father that she wanted to be, the father that Jack needed. She couldn?t be the physical protector of her wife and child, all the things that she dreamed of being when she married Andrea. Andrea herself wasn?t pushing Misa away, but the feeling she got from Jack, the feeling of being second best, was getting to her. ? ?Andrea, can we talk?? Misa asked. ?Sure, what about?? Andrea had an uncertain look on her face, Misa never called her ?Andrea?. Something was wrong. ?Us.? Andrea looked apprehensive. ?Ookay...? She answered slowly. ?Jack, I don?t feel like..it?s stupid...I know, but, like...? ?It?s not stupid, whatever it is.? ?I don?t feel like his father,? Misa quickly said. ?Well, you don?t look it, hun.? Misa looked unimpressed with the humor attempt. ?I?m sorry...? ?Can we not joke?? Misa said seriously, ?I know babies can get attached to one parent over the other, but he doesn?t see me as even the not- favorite parent. I feel like it?s you two guys, and I?m like..the other. Jack likes me, but he doesn?t love me.? ?I think you?re overthinking it. I understand why you would, but please trust your son.? ?I don?t blame him. Look at me, afterall. He thinks of me as a babysitter at best. I had considered that I wouldn?t be able to do fatherly things back when you were pregnant, but I thought I?d get over it, we?d still be this close knit family unit, equal in all aspects, including parenthood. I know now, that?s not going to happen.? ?What are you saying...? ?Andrea, I love you, I love Jack, but this was doomed the moment I became stuck as Lisa?s twin. I fulfilled your needs as a partner while you were pregnant, and it felt amazing, hell, we were closer than ever, but now, I don?t have a role in this family unit.? Andrea was now sobbing, ?But we?re still married, we have a child together, we love each other. You know I love you, right?? She asked, pleadingly. ?I know you love me just as much as I love you, and that?s why you?ve tried to play lipstick lesbian with me for these last 18 months. We can stop. Think about this; you don?t call me your husband. You can?t tell Jack that I?m Daddy. You?re right, I?m not your husband, and I?m not Jack?s Dad,? Misa said, tears welling up. ?I want to be those things. Will you really not love me if I become a man again?? ?I will love you,? ?Will you be in love with me?? Andrea appeared to be in thought. Misa decided for her saying, ?I see, so I lose either way?? Misa understood Andrea?s reasoning. As a new man, Jackson would not feel like Jackson, his looks, his voice, his smell, even his touch could be different. There was also no way to tell how Jack would react. The man that Misa would become could feel like a complete stranger to his family. It seemed as though Andrea was simply more comfortable with a woman, rather than a strange man, even if that strange man was her husband inside. ?Honey, please,? Andrea said with a worried look. ?I?ll make some arrangements, and we?ll figure things out. I?ll uphold my financial responsibilities, and if you want me to play babysitter sometimes, I?ll do that too,? Misa said, trying not to sound bitter. ?Divorce?? ?We all need to be happy. Including me. I?m not happy being Jack?s Mom?s best friend. I don?t know why, but it breaks me more than I thought it would.? ?Please, don?t leave us, Jackson! I?m sorry that this happened. I want to be with you, no matter what.? Misa?s eyes widened, as she heard her previous name. ?No, I?m sorry, but we?ll all be happier. You?ve been with me because you blame yourself for this.? And of course, she was right to do so, and Misa did blame her as well, but she?d long since decided not to weaponize that mistake, no matter how big of one it was. ?I will always love you and Jack, just give me some time to get things figured out. I?ll be going to Ethan and Lisa?s tonight, if they?ll have me.? ? Lisa and Ethan sat on either side of Misa, comforting her. ?Yeah, it?s over,? Misa said, with little emotion. Much like her transformation into a woman, Misa?s shock kept her surprisingly calm. ?She doesn?t want me as another man, and as myself, or anyone else, I can?t have that bond with Jack that I really want. She?s right, it could be even harder if I become another man. But then, we could have more kids..? Misa reasoned. ?Right?? ?Ah, man,? Ethan began, ?That?s not a healthy way to look at it. You want to be with Andrea as another man, treat Jack as a stepchild, and have other children with her? Judging by how you feel, there isn?t going to be parity in how you treat these kids, even though Jack is yours,? he offered. ?He?s not mine, he will never be, no matter who I become, since I can?t be Jackson ever again!? Misa cried. ?This is so unfair! What did I do?? ?Meimei, please,? Lisa brought Misa?s head to her chest. ?Look how weak I am...? Misa said softly. ?You?re not weak, you?re hurt,? Lisa said, soothing Misa. ?Yeah, she?s right. You went through a lot. You?ve borne the brunt of this whole thing, you never took it out on Andrea, I know you?ve tried with Jack. You?re right, you don?t deserve any of this,? Ethan said, pulling Misa into his chest. ?Let it all out, you know we?re here for you, and we love you.? With that, Misa?s sobs became wracking cries. It felt great to have her best friend easily be able to say that he loved her, and it helped so much in this trying moment. She lived in the moment, taking the comfort offered by Ethan, and Lisa. Ethan threw away any awkwardness, and just focused on the hurt of his best friend. Misa was different from Jackson in her ability to emote, and because of this, and many other reasons, it became easy to see her as this woman; his wife?s sister. ? Misa sat in her apartment after work one day. She had allowed herself to gain a little weight from a bit of depression. She was still a small cute woman, but she didn?t have the hard naturally toned body as before. She looked a little different from Lisa now, she had a softer look, and it made her seem more approachable, even if she was even less so. The sole reason that she ever cared about her looks was to help with her work; make idiots drool over themselves, while signing agreements, and contracts, while maybe hoping she?d see them in a non business setting. She?d done the same thing to get Andrea when she was Jackson. At least Jackson had wit, and charm, things these men sorely lacked. She laughed aloud. She never had a personal interest in being pretty for herself. Why? So she could find a man? That was a laughable idea. Everything she knew about femininity, learned simply for presentation. Sighing, Misa pondered further about her decisions... She had left Andrea and Jack, a very difficult decision. The mother and son were a family, and she wasn?t part of it. She?d done it for her mental health. She mused, as a Gen X?er, she never never understood those younger millennials, and Zoomers, and their complaints about mental health. Maybe becoming one changed her, she wondered. Just taking a sabbatical sounded like a great idea, and became better as each day passed, and maybe she wouldn?t come back. Maybe getting lost somehwere like Thailand was the answer. Misa missed Andrea and Jack, but as a normally calm, and calculated person, she had to get over it soon, maybe accept the potion, and become a man. How bad would starting over be? He wouldn?t have his family, but that was no different than now. He would likely be able to reverse his legal changes, citing a detransition, and his career would take another restart, but people didn?t get pensions in his line of work, there was no goal afforded by simply putting in time. Either you did well, and moved up, as Jackson had been able to do, and as Misa had been able to do, or you didn?t, and no matter the form, whoever she was would be able to do this work well, using whatever advantages, and advantages they had. Things like relationships, and such would have to take a back seat until she figured herself out. She?d be much more comfortable entering one if she became a handsome man again, but she didn?t want to think about that right now. She sighed as usual, looking out her balcony window... ? The relationship between Misa, Lisa, and Ethan changed. Ethan had less one on one time with Misa, as he began to see her as she was; a woman, the twin of his wife. Ethan watched the gradual shift of his friend from clearly troubled by her newfound femininity, to a pretty woman who seemed comfortable with herself, and confident, then after the break up of her marriage, a brooding mostly silent woman. Ethan hated to see her like this, but because he did see her simply as this woman, his ways of comforting her were limited. Because she looked like his wife, but was still different in every way, he did find himself attracted to Misa a little. The parts that were Jackson made her seem like one of the boys and unaware of herself sometimes. Misa seemed to be a different person in public and especially at work; guarded, cool, trained, yet she allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of Ethan and Lisa. Ethan found it endearing. ? Sitting around Ethan and Lisa?s place for an evening hang out with Misa, to get the mood going, Ethan joked, ?My best friend?s been stolen by my wife. Normally when your wife and your best friend get close, it spells trouble, haha.? ?Aww, buddy,? Misa began playfully, ?You miss me?? She went in, ?C?mon, give me a fuckin? hug man!? She said with her light voice. Ethan laughed, raising his hand, and turning his face, going a little red. ?No, man!? ?Look at you, Honey, you?re flustered!? Lisa teased. ?I mean, she?s cute!? Ethan stammered nervously, ?I mean..?. Misa became aware of herself, and she went from playful, to shy quickly. She was aware of her effects on Ethan, but he finally admitted it, even in front of his wife. ?Really?? ?No, I?m sorry,? he tried to explain, holding the back of his neck. ?Obviously, she?s cute!? Lisa said. ?She does look like me after all,? She finished, grabbing Misa?s shoulders from behind, and putting her head next to Misa?s, and widely smiling. ?Thanks,? Misa said to Ethan. ?I needed that...? ?Huh?? ?I don?t know if I?m doing this Misa thing right. But you just made me feel like I am.? She flashed a smile, ?You think of me as a cute woman,? she winked. ?Then I have you, Jiejie. You always know what to do and what to say. Even if I became another man, somehow, I don?t feel like things would be the same as this. I don?t know about making a family, but I have one with you guys. I think I want to stay like this,? Misa said, tears coming down her puffy eyes. The trio shared a hug. ?I love you guys.? ?- Life went on. Misa was a happier person. She was happy with who she was. Her sales numbers were better than ever, and whatever she wanted to do, she could. The longtime friendship between Ethan and herself continued to evolve, Ethan was a rock to her, and was there any time she wanted to reminisce about the past, or talk about guy things. He still found Misa incredibly cute. If she would give guys a chance, someone would end up with a cool chick, Ethan mused. Maybe she?d find that thing that seemed to be missing... Misa?s relationship with Lisa also continued to get closer. The pair were truly sisters. Misa and Lisa would talk in depth about Lisa?s past, and how things were in China, and Thailand, with Misa learning many interesting, worldly things from Lisa. Misa would also accompany her sister to many things that she wanted to do, such as salon visits, shopping, and going out to eat authentic Asian food. One evening, joining Lisa for a quick dinner after shopping, they stopped at a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. Typically when Lisa wanted to have Asian food, Misa would have very basic things, such as bourbon chicken. Sometimes, in American catering places, they?d have things like fries and burgers, and while they wouldn?t be the best, that?s what she?d choose. Lisa ordered her dinner in Mandarin, and then the lady behind the counter looked at Misa, asking ?N? xi?ng ch? sh?nme?, to which Misa responded that she didn?t speak Chinese, a common conversation when she had gone to Taiwan. ?Meiyo tanwha Zhongwen?? She asked in Mandarin. Misa just looked at her confused, wondering why she would still speak to her in Chinese. Lisa spoke up, ?She doesn't speak Chinese? The woman looked at the twins, motioning between the pair, asking ?How is this possible?? ?Lisa told her that her sister was raised here in the US, and hadn?t learned Chinese. The woman looked at Misa, shaking her head, telling Lisa ?That is sad. I?m sorry.? ?I?m teaching her, she?s just shy to speak with others.? She then looked to Misa, asking her if she wanted her to order for her, which she agreed. Lisa ordered Misa?s bourbon chicken and fries, while Misa looked on. This felt like those uncomfortable times where one was around a foreigner, and one knew that they were talking a lot of trash. Of course, Lisa wasn?t talking ill of Misa, but she couldn?t be so sure about the waitress. ?Ah, I should have ordered my food in English,? Lisa said, shaking her head as the woman walked away. ?Why?? ?I set the expectation, obviously when we look the same, she would think you speak Chinese as well.? ?I?m not bothered by it, you should have been in Taiwan with me and Ethan. He was the one speaking Chinese, and I was as clueless as ever. When I was Jackson, obviously there were no expectations.? Misa said, shrugging. ?But it was weird that she tried to keep talking to me in Chinese, like I was lying or was going to magically learn.? ?It wasn?t personal, it?s like an automatic reaction. Like when a tourist, or someone you don?t think speaks Chinese speaks it, one might still try to talk to them in English, before you register that they spoke Chinese to you. You know,? Lisa added, ?because of the Chinese investments in Africa, there are programs that allow them to live in China, and vice-versa, so I have witnessed it, and of course I taught Honey.? ?Also because of my brown skin, if I didn?t speak Chinese to her to begin the conversation, she would assume the opposite; that neither speak. I tend to speak Chinese whenever given the chance, it feels good. Only when coming to the markets here do I really interact with other Chinese. Around the city, most my age are second generation, very American, and they?ll be like my son.? ?So you won?t teach him Chinese, or anything?? ?I?m torn, I personally think it?s important, but will he care when he?s older?? ?Hmm.? Misa considered. ?I think you should. I think it?s cool that you can speak both languages, and it makes you a more interesting person. I?m sure he?ll appreciate it, and with the way things are going, it?ll be a leg up. I wish I could.? ?I could teach you. More than the three things you know,? Lisa offered. Misa nodded. ?We?ll see.? It was a nice idea, but would she really have the time and willpower to learn? As she thought about it, the waitress brought the food, and the pair began to eat, whilst talking about various other subjects. ?Meimei,? Lisa began, with one of the few Mandarin words Misa knew. ?How are things coming along?? Her look became one of concern. ?You know, the love life?? Misa looked considerate. ?I haven?t thought about it. Without Andrea, I just don?t know. I don?t like men, and while I like women, I don?t want to be a lesbian,? She said, picking over the fries. ?But weren?t you a lesbian with Andrea?? ?That was only with her. We were both together as man and wife before this, so it?s not like one, or both of us were actual lesbians. No short hair, no Subaru, no flags,? Misa half joked. ?You know, I don?t care what others do, but I wouldn?t want to be with a woman who?s going to make being a lesbian her whole personality.? In Misa?s mind, it was unwanted attention. ?And why is a man off the table?? ?I?m not gay,? Misa said. She conjured thoughts of what it would be like to be with a man, but in these thoughts, she could only see herself as Jackson. She was able to blur the lines with Andrea; she felt like Jackson, and being with Andrea was familiar, but she allowed herself to feel things that Jackson could not; having Andrea suck her long thick nipples, being brought to orgasm in many different ways, but more than anything, it felt safe. To be with a man, in her mind meant to submit to him, a thought that Misa wouldn?t have. ?It most certainly wouldn?t be,? Lisa smiled. ?So, why this line of questioning?? ?I think about you often, and I know we spend a lot of time together. I know there is something missing, I see this look that you sometimes have, and I think it?s because you are lonely.? ?I have work. I have my hobbies,? Misa said unconvincingly. Lisa smiled, ?Your hobby is letting me drag you around. Besides, Honey is also worried about you.? ?I rather like being with you, and I know you get the same comfort from being with me, sis.? Lisa nodded. ?You?re right. How can I not? But we are both replacing some hole in our lives.? Lisa loved having a similar looking person to do things with, but she knew that Misa only did these things mostly out of her own boredom. Times like today showed that even though they looked the same, they were very different people. While Misa would listen and take in the things that Lisa would tell her about the Asian community, becoming Asian didn?t entrench her into actually being Asian. Misa had dealt with a few differences that they?d talked about, but she really wasn?t culturally Asian. Despite that, she still loved Misa, and not because they shared the same face. She had become a great friend, and talking with her, sharing knowledge was always a good time. Lisa didn?t have great friends, even within her own community, she found a lot of the women to be superficial, and bland, and any of the singles were always wanting to know if Ethan had a brother they could get with. Some of the questions and insinuations irritated her, but Misa had told her that she didn?t think she?d gotten married to Ethan simply because he was white. Misa was a breath of fresh air, Lisa really loved her and cared about her. Like a sister. As a sister. Misa pondered on Lisa?s words. ?Lis?, I miss my family, but I?m not just filling the hole left by them with you. Haven?t we been closer since day one of this? Would I be doing some of these things? Maybe not. I like when we talk, I learn something every day, I?ve gotten so much out of our bond. Because I have you, I can live this life. I just need time before getting in a relationship, and even if that ever happens, I don?t think it?ll change things between us,? she finished, putting her hands over Lisa?s. ?I wouldn?t let it happen, Jiejie. I love you.? Misa smiled at the woman in front of her, the woman whose face she shared. Her twin. Her sister. Lisa wiped her face. ?I am touched. Having you has enlightened my days as well, and little Colin loves Yima so much.? Misa had a thought, Lisa and Ethan?s son might like her better than her own son did. Jackson?s son. She weakly smiled as that dark thought took hold. ?But, Misa needs to be happy.? ?I am happy.? ?No, you aren?t. I saw that look just now. I think I know you well,? Lisa lightly laughed. ?Would you trust me, if I said that I could help you?? ?What do you mean?? ?I know someone that I would like you to meet. He is a really nice guy. Perfect for you.? ?A guy?? Misa gasped. Lisa nodded. ?I think you will like him.? Misa looked with trepidation, her mouth agape. ?I... Don?t know. I don?t think I can.? ?Do you trust me?? Lisa asked, now putting her hands on top of Misa?s. Misa looked hard into Lisa?s eyes, nodding. ?I do.? ?Then please let me help you, Meimei. As my little sister, your happiness is my happiness, and I will never steer you wrong. I promise.? ?- Nervously, Misa glared at the door. This would be her first date with a man, ever. How could she let Lisa talk her into this?! She was more than nervous. This was as nerve wracking as meeting a girl?s dad for the first time as a teenage boy. She smoothed the clingy dress, even though there were no wrinkles to smooth, she was just nervous. She wore a little black dress, borrowed from Lisa, fitting a little snug compared to Lisa, her arms were adorned with simple gold bangles, and black modest heels, giving her legs a well defined look. Her hair was done in an asymmetrical bob, and her brows perfect arches. She wore smoky eyes.with cat style eyeliner, a purple blush, topped off with a deep lipstick, with a dark lip liner. Her dark crimson nails matched her lips. This was thanks to Lisa, who knew Misa?s face better than anyone. Alluring, mysterious, exotic. She glanced at Lisa, who was all smiles. Lisa motioned to the door, nodding. With that, Misa deeply inhaled, then opened the door. Before her was a handsome man. He was well dressed, with a similar style to Jackson, in fact, he seemed to wear the same brands, his fitted black blazer showing his well proportioned upper body, his pink shirt, with the top two buttons unbuttoned, and the fitted black pants showing off toned legs, and large feet. He stood about 6?2?, had a striking jawline, with an edged slight 5 o?clock shadow, he had a neat fade with his wavy red hair offset parted, and looking at his eyes, he had deep blue-green aqua colored eyes. He looked down to her, with a heart melting smile, and melt her heart, it did. They both looked at each other, with audible gasps, and shock, then tears formed in both their eyes, until Misa jumped up to hug him tightly. ?Andrea! I?ve missed you so much!? She said excitedly. ?It?s Andrew for now,? he said, in his smooth deep voice, giving her a kiss. ?I?ve missed you too, Hun.? Misa looked at her sister, who wore a knowing smile, walking back in the house. Misa ran behind Lisa, wrapping her arms around Lisa?s neck, saying, ?Thank you so much, JieJie. I love you so much.? She gave Lisa a kiss on the cheek, before returning to the door. ?You look breathtaking,? Andrew complemented. He?d seen Misa numerous times, and could always see her, and Lisa?s cuteness, but his everything reacted to the sight of her this time. Her mysterious eyes, the kissable lips, the dress clinging tantalizingly to her curves, the caramel complexion; she was a sight to behold. ?Thank you,? Misa answered, tucking some loose hair behind her ear, feeling coy. This was not a reaction that she planned. ?And you are handsome. But...how, why?? ?We?ll not worry about how, but as for why; because I love you more than anything. If you don?t think we?re compatible as women, then I will be the man. I am the man that I would?ve been, had I been born one.? ?Andrea...drew? ?It was my fault that you became a woman, and then selfishly, I didn?t want you to become a different man. I hurt our whole family. I thought that you shouldn?t be the only one bearing the effects of what I caused.? ?I...? Misa was flustered. This whole thing was surreal. ?Well, then. Shall we?? Andrew offered his arm, which Misa took, walking to his car. Opening the passenger door, letting Misa in, and then getting in himself, he reached over, hugging Misa again. ?You don?t know how much this means,? Misa said. ?I really was lost.? ?And so was I, hun,? Andrew answered in his normal pet name. ?So, where are we going?? ?Chateau Blanc.? ?That?s where I took you on our first date...? ?And it?s where I?m taking you, on our first date,? Andrew said, softly, grabbing Misa?s tiny hand, kissing it. Misa reached over, giving him the biggest kiss. When she was Jackson, she had avoided taking Andrea back to this specific place because she wanted it to be their 5th Anniversary date. But considering what had happened since, her thoughts became questions as to how they date, and then even being together in any capacity was a question. ? The couple had an exact copy of their first date. They ate at the same restaurant, had the same meal, took the same drive, took the same walk, looked at the same skyline, yet everything was so different from their new perspectives. Andrew enjoyed being taller, having Misa?s small body wrapped in his arms, and Misa liked the feeling of being protected by Andrew?s presence, she felt safe. Andrew also stole glances at his date, looking at the pert breasts, hiding right behind the fabric of her dress, hoping for a view. ?I?ve really become a man,? he thought to himself, smiling, shaking his head. He looked down again to Misa, who looked up at him, with the cutest smile. She was melting Andrew?s heart. The pair walked hand-in-hand to their last destination of the evening. ? ?This is even the same room!? Misa said excitedly. How could these little things mean so much to her now? ?Fitting for our five-year Anniversary.? Misa looked in shock. ?It..is...oh my god, I..? She had just been thinking of how she wanted to recreate their first date for their anniversary. ?Had a lot going on? Didn?t think we?d be together? I know. I was wondering if you were going to remember what day it was.? ?I?m sorry.? Andrew took Misa?s hand, saying, ?Don?t be.? ?I forgot our anniversary...? ?I didn?t. I want to be with you forever.? Andrew produced a small box from his pocket. ?Misa, will you marry me? ?Are you going to be a man?? Misa asked. ?Until I sleep with the person I love.? Misa?s eyes got wide. ?You believe it?s going to be that simple after what?s happened to me?? ?No,? He simply said, ?But I love you enough to take the chance. More than that, I do love you, even when we?re both women. I don?t know how I could convince you that us staying together wasn?t an act. Were things different than they were when you were a man? A little, but nothing we couldn?t have made it though. I am willing to do anything to show you. If I stay a man, I want to be your husband, if I change back, I still want to be your wife. We will renew our vows. Now, will you be my wife? Can you please forgive me, and come home to me and your son; our family?? Misa cried tears of happiness. ?Yes!? Andrew used his thumbs to wipe Misa?s almond shaped eyes, then hugged his wife tightly. ?Whatever happens, let?s move forward. Together.? With that, Andrew placed the ring on Misa?s finger, who found that it fit perfectly. He chuckled slightly, ?Lisa helped her size it, she?s your twin sister afterall.? ?I?m happy.? Misa simply said, with a smile as bright ?You?re so cute!? Andrew said with a chuckle. Reaching down, kissing her forehead. ?You?ve really become a woman.? Misa?s girlish excitement had been turning him on the whole night. Misa couldn?t wait, as she drug Andrew by the arm towards the bed, the same bed that they?d first ever slept together in. She spun making him land on the bed, and got on his lap. She began to voraciously kiss him, and lift up his shirt, revealing a well toned body. She hadn?t wanted to sleep with a man, until now, and now she needed him. She was just as attracted to him, as she had been when she was Jackson, and Andrew had been Andrea. This wasn?t about gender, this was about love. The pair had been miserable apart, and Andrea decided to fix this, undergoing her own transformation. Misa felt around Andrew?s strong chest, shoulders, and back. She could now appreciate these features. She also liked how small she felt in comparison, as if Andrew was the one to hold and protect her. She also knew that Andrew would be the one entering her. She pulled off Andrew?s shoes, pants, and boxers, revealing a nice member similar to Jackson?s former. She then slid out of her shoes, and dress, leaving on her panties. Sitting back on Andrew?s lap, she could feel him poking into her. If she had taken the panties off, he would be inside her. She moved her panty covered crotch back and forth along his hardness, with mutual electric jolts of pleasure. She could see the glistening precum, as it made a string from her panties. Andrew?s breathing picked up, as he caressed her body, reveling in her abs, and her soft, giving hips, gripping her by the hip bone. Andrew moved his strong hand behind her back, taking a thick hard nipple into his mouth, as he gently tweaked the other. Everything was so much more intense than when they had both been women. Rising, Andrew held Misa in his strong arms, amazed that he could pick up a whole person with such ease. He gently placed her on the bed, pulling her panties to the side, going to work with his mouth. Much as when he was Andrea, he did things that he would?ve liked, using Misa?s easy to find clit to his advantage, bringing her off multiple times. He?d seen Misa like this before, but this time, it was different; his gaze went to her sexy face in the throes of passion, the jiggling pert breasts and their thick dark nipples, the sexy upper abs, and her soft lower belly with just enough details. ?You are the sexiest thing, I need you,? he said huskily. With that, Andrew released Misa slightly, allowing her to position herself over him. She gasped, sliding her tightness down onto him, and immediately, he spasmed, grunted, releasing warm seed into her. Andrew looked in shock, he had just come from merely putting himself into Misa! He tried to calm down. He had never felt anything like it! ?Ah..Hun, I...? Andrew began looking crestfallen. ?Liked it?? Misa finished mischievously. ?I completely understand.? She said, draping herself over his shoulders. ?Man, I don?t know how guys get used to these things, it's felt like it was going to explode the whole night. Then it did,? Andrew said, sighing in disappointment. ?Yeah,? Misa agreed, ?it was pretty hard.? She touched his member, ?and so is this, again!? She pushed him down, getting on top. She knew that he would have a refractory period, and the next orgasm would take longer. ?Do to me what you like done to you, I?m sure you?ll be amazing.? With that, and a renewed vigor, the pair, no, the couple, made love, giving each other multiple orgasms. ?Thank you for this,? Misa said, reaching over, giving Andrew one last kiss. With that, the couple soon fell asleep nestled together. ? ?Andrea! Andrea!? Misa excitedly bounced, waking her spouse. ?Huh, wha?? She groggily asked, shaking her head. Wait, her voice, the locks of hair cascading down her face. She was a woman again. ?You?re you!? Misa said with tears flowing down her face in happiness. ?Yeah, hun,? Andrea said, sitting up, and putting her legs over the side of the bed. Misa got on her knees in front of Andrea, jumping up to hug her. ?You love me!? She cried. Andrea?s own tears began to trickle. ?I wish you had believed me. I wish that I could have shown you, but I understand how you could doubt it. I would love to continue to be your wife. We don?t need to hide our relationship, not even to Jack. He?s our son, he loves both of us, and he will understand.? Looking deeply into Andrea?s eyes. She answered, ?I won?t leave you guys ever again, now may I ask for your forgiveness?? Andrea weakly smiled, nodding softly saying, ?Yes, and Jack misses his ?Missa?.? ? Misa moved from her apartment, and back into the home she shared with Andrea. She had a tearful reunion with little Jack, telling him that she was sorry for leaving, and that she would never do it again. Even if the toddler didn?t explicitly understand her words, he was happy to have one of his favorite people back. ? *Urgh* Misa wretched into the toilet. ?Hun, you?ve been getting sick, a lot. In the morning,? Andrea told her. ?Yeah, what?s going around? Jesus.? Andrea laughed, ?You are so cute!? ?What..?? Misa asked with a quizzical look on her features. ?Remember one time I told you that despite being a woman, you were pretty dense about some things related to a woman?s body?? ?I think I may,? Misa answered, looking up as if into her brain. ?Do you remember when that was?? ?Wasn?t it something about a period?? Misa recalled. ?Yes. That I wouldn?t be having them for nine months.? ?You?re pregnant?? Misa asked. ?No...I?m pregnant?? She asked with her mouth agape. Andrea laughed, ?I think you should take a test.? ?You mean, when we, you think?? Andrea nodded, and told Misa that she would go get a test for her. Upon taking the test, they learned that Misa was in fact pregnant. ?I.. don?t know what to think...? The possibility of being pregnant was most certainly a shock for Misa, a thing that seemed impossible, yet, like all the improbable things that had happened in their lives recently, here they were. ?Hun! We?re having a baby! Jack is going to have a little brother or sister!? Andrea said excitedly, reaching down, and kissing Misa. ?What do you think?? Misa shook her head, ?I would?ve never thought this could happen. I mean, after becoming a woman. We?re having another baby. I?m having your baby. I?m giving Jack a sibling. Our family?s growing. I?m happy! There was a time that I didn?t know that I could be. Now, I have a life. Misa is a real person, I am a real person.? ?I hope you think life is worth living to the fullest,? Andrea said, holding Misa?s hands. ?When you showed up as Andrew that day, it gave me hope. When you woke back up as Andrea, the love of my life, I knew,? she replied, kissing Andrea?s hands. ?I love you.? Andrea smiled at that comment. ?So, do you want to know why I wanted you to be a woman?? ?It wasn?t to test me?,? Misa asked with a quizzical expression on her face. ?No, it wasn?t.. While I didn?t expect the results, it was never for that reason. As I alluded, I wanted you to become a twin of mine. That is what I was expecting. I wanted you to feel exactly what I do. I wanted to touch you the way you touch me, and let you feel how good you make me feel. Since I know my body, I would have known every inch of your body,? Andrea explained, having raised Misa?s shirt, gently walking her fingers about Misa?s upper abs, her obliques, and transverse abdominis, seeing her nipples harden as she writhed, and her breathing picked up. ?You?re not my twin, so I guess I?ll just have to learn every inch of your body.? Running her hand lightly along Andrea?s face, brushing her fiery mane out of the way, and sucking her bottom lip in, Misa replied breathily, ?Mmmm, don?t go too fast, we?ve got a lifetime.? Andrea started at Misa?s right nipple, huskily saying, ?I?. *KISS* ? Left nipple. ?Love.? *KISS* Belly button. ?You.? *KISS* Lower. ?So.? *KISS* ...And lower ?Much.? ***END***