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Jenna sank heavily into the armchair in the living room, clutching her hands over her large, rounded belly. Her breathing was uneven, as if every movement had become an ordeal. Her eyes briefly scanned the toys scattered across the floor: a stuffed bear, a toy car, and a doll in a frilly dress. These items had become part of her new reality, one so distant and alien from who she used to be.
It had only been a month since their wedding, but in the first two weeks, everything had changed so swiftly and irreversibly that Jenna no longer had the strength to fight. The gazes of those around her, the happy smiles of relatives, the "memories" she and Mike had of being together since they were eighteen—none of it felt real. It had all become a nightmarish backdrop to her life.
And the worst part was that the changes hadn’t stopped. Near the toys, a pair of tiny shoes lay discarded. While the transformations themselves had halted after those first two weeks, their "family" now included two children. Little Timmy, a four-year-old boy, darted through the house with an imaginary sword, while two-year-old Lily constantly clung to Jenna, demanding attention. Jenna had noticed that Timmy resembled her former self—Joseph—in subtle ways she tried not to dwell on. His stubborn features and familiar glint in his eyes mirrored the reflection she used to see in the mirror. Meanwhile, Lily was an exact replica of her new feminine form—soft features, chestnut curls, and large brown eyes.
— "Mama," Lily's tiny voice called out as her small hands reached for Jenna. — "I want up!"
— "Not now, Lily, sweetheart," Jenna said, her voice tired, nearly devoid of its former masculine timbre. She gently stroked her daughter's head before leaning back, careful to avoid putting strain on her aching body. The weight of her belly made even small gestures difficult, let alone chasing after the children.
With effort, Jenna stood, feeling the baby inside her shift. Each movement was both a reminder and confirmation that her fears had become reality. She instinctively placed a hand on her belly but quickly pulled it away, as if trying to erase what was happening.
Her eyes fell on a small photo frame sitting atop the dresser. She froze. The silver frame gleamed under the soft light of the lamp, and inside was their photograph.
Jenna cautiously approached, her heart pounding faster with every step. She picked up the frame and sat back down. The photo showed Mike wrapping his arms around her, both their faces lit with a joy Jenna couldn’t understand. Her long hair was perfectly styled, and the dress she wore accentuated a femininity she had never sought.
— "This... this is just cruel," she whispered through clenched teeth.
The door opened, and Mike entered, carrying a bag of groceries. He looked calm, even happy, as if this nightmare was some sort of fairytale.
— "Hey, honey," he said with a gentle smile, setting the bag on the kitchen counter. — "How are you feeling?"
— "Like I’m about to explode," Jenna replied coldly, adjusting the loose dress that had grown tighter without her noticing.
Mike hesitated, his expression briefly shifting as if considering how to respond to her sharp tone. His gaze lingered on her, but he simply forced a strained smile and kept his voice calm.
— "You should get more rest, Jen. You look exhausted." He stepped closer, but Jenna waved him off irritably.
Mike sighed, shrugged, and turned back to the groceries. He began unpacking vegetables and fruit, his movements deliberate, as if pretending nothing was wrong.
— "You know, Jen," he began, not looking up. — "It’s been weeks now, and nothing’s changed. Maybe things have settled?"
— "Settled?" Jenna scoffed, raising an eyebrow. She carefully placed the photo frame back on the dresser and sank into the chair again. — "I don’t even want to have this conversation again, Mike," she continued, her voice rising slightly. — "Every single day, I try to accept this—" she gestured at the toys on the floor and her swollen belly. — "This reality I’m trapped in!"
— "Jen, I just..." Mike exhaled heavily, turning to her with a bag of oranges in his hands. — "We can’t change this. Why keep going over something we can’t control?"
— "Because you don’t even try, Mike!" Jenna snapped, glaring at him as though daring him to say something more meaningful than an excuse. — "You gave in so easily, and now I—"
— "Mama!" Timmy’s voice interrupted her as he dashed into the room with his toy sword in hand. — "Look what I can do! I’m fighting a dragon!" He swung the sword dramatically before leaping onto the couch.
— "Timmy, stop that right now!" Jenna cried out as she watched him teeter on the edge of the couch.
It all happened in a split second: the boy lost his balance, his small body tilting dangerously. Forgetting everything, Jenna stood abruptly, wincing as her belly protested, but at that moment, she didn’t care.
Mike moved faster. Dropping the bag of oranges on the counter, he stepped forward and grabbed Timmy by the shoulders, pulling him upright before he could fall.