“Off” Holly grunted as she pushed herself up and off the bed. She had to go to the bathroom…again. It was the third time she had gotten up that night and she really hadn’t slept at all. “I can’t believe I still have two months to go; I can’t get comfortable” she mumbled as she shuffled around the bed to get to the toilet.

She made her way back and eased herself into bed again “Some sympathetic husband you are” she said.

“I’m awake” Alan said, surprising her somewhat. “But I don’t know what I can do for you”

“I just can’t get comfortable…I can’t sleep…I’m miserable” Holly said flipping onto her side. Alan curled up behind her and slipped his hand under the covers to gently rub her pregnant belly.

“It will all be worth it when you can hold your baby though” he whispered to her.
“You mean your baby…He’s already made me mad…you can hold him” she laughed.
He held her stomach up with gentle yet firm hands trying to take some of the load off of her but he knew it would never be enough.

“You just can’t understand what it’s like to be pregnant” she added.

“No: I guess I can’t, but that’s not my fault…I’m trying to help” he said knowing that she was just frustrated and tired in the middle of the night.

“No: the only way you could understand is if we somehow swapped genders and you were the pregnant one…but since that’s not going to happen…” she trailed off “You know the first thing I would do if I wasn’t pregnant is drink a beer” she said as she flipped the other way and looked her husband in the eye.

“Oh” he laughed “You would drink a beer in front of me…your pregnant wife!” he said with mock indignation “The nerve of some men!”

She laughed “Yep…I’d just sit back, prop my feet up, pop open a beer and watch my barefoot and pregnant baby machine waddle back into the kitchen to get me another one…like any woman should!” she said jokingly imitating a dumb guy voice.

Alan kissed his wife and said “I would if I could. I would be your little baby making machine. I would take the next two months of pregnancy off of you if I could and carry them on my back”

“And hips and knees and feet and everywhere else I ache” Holly asked in reply.

“Yup…” Alan replied as he scooted backwards and got up “Now that you’ve got me up, I can at least sympathize with you in one way…I’ve got to go to the bathroom now too”
Holly lay on her back for just a moment after her husband left the bed, but she still wasn’t comfortable that way so she turned again to face the wall; she fell almost instantly to sleep.

Alan padded into the bathroom and for a reason that he didn’t understand or even immediately realize, he sat down to go. He had already started when he thought “Why did I sit?” but the thought quickly passed in the night. He stood and stretched and went back to bed only to be greeted by snoring. “Well at least she’s asleep…but man…she says that I snore, come on…can’t be louder than that.

Alan lay down on his back, but it just wasn’t comfortable for him. He tossed and turned but he couldn’t settle down. Not only was he uncomfortable; he was hungry. “What the hell?” he finally said after 20 minutes of tossing and turning and listening to snoring. Alan got up and put his hand to the small of his back “Man…I’m aching tonight…” he mumbled to himself as Holly was out in bed. As he walked out of the room, he rubbed his stomach.

Alan was making his way down the stairs when he stepped on his pajama bottoms and nearly tripped. He hiked them up as he reached the bottom of the stairs just figuring that they were loose and had slipped down. Without turning on the light, he went to the cupboard to get a bowl out. He stuck his hand up and hit the shelf. He instinctively rose up on his tip toes and without thought, plucked a bowl from the stack. He grabbed the cereal off the counter and opened the fridge for the milk. He sat down hard at the table with all his supplies, relieved to be sitting again. “I don’t know why I’m so achy all of a sudden” he thought but shrugged and started to eat.

Sitting in the dark, he finished off his first bowl of cereal and still wanted more. He ate two more bowls in rapid succession. He was consumed with eating, even though it felt like his hair was on his forehead and he kept sweeping it back. After his third bowl, he realized that he was sitting funny. His legs were spread apart, but he had his feet pulled up beneath him, resting on the bottom rung of the chair. He stood up and went to take a step, but his foot caught in his pajama bottoms. He looked down and saw that his feet were covered by the fabric. He hiked them up and saw his small belly “Better slow down on the cereal…looking pretty full there” He said as he gave it a pat. He pulled the pants up, but they simply dropped back down and covered his feet once more. Alan sighed as he grabbed extra fabric at his waist and had to hold onto his pants as he walked up the stairs.

By the top of the stairs though, he was exhausted. His hips hurt, his back hurt and his knees and ankles even ached. The pants were holding up just fine at his waist, but they were still too long for him. He pulled them down and gathered them up as he walked down the hall to the bedroom.

Alan sat on the edge of the bed momentarily; his feet rose off the carpet and dangled a few inches above. “That’s…odd” he thought “I can reach the floor sitting on the bed” Confused he wiggled a bit forward and began to slide off before his feet touched. He stood up and looked down; clad in just boxers now and having moonlight coming in through the blinds, he realized that something was off.

Alan went into the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind him. He flicked on the light and squinted, blinking against the light to his sensitive eyes. As he peered open his right eye, the reflection in the mirror took him totally by surprise “Jesus Fucking Christ” he said taking a step forward and grabbing onto the vanity. “What the fuck is going on?!” he whispered to the reflection. “I…” he stammered, eyes widening. He knew the face, it was his face, but it was different now. His hands went to his hair and ran though. His hair was longer; it came down to his shoulders but was still parted in the same place. His brown eyes were wider, more expressive with wider eyelashes and thinner eyebrows. His nose was still hawk-like, but smaller. His cheeks were smooth and rounder and his chin and jaw were less prominent but his finger still found the scar that ran along his jawline. His lips were fuller but while his teeth were smaller, they still had the same slightly crooked places he had always known. It was his face as a female.

“Oh No” he said with dawning realization. He looked down at his stomach; his very prominent stomach. “Oh No…No! This is not happening” His hands went to his stomach and he gently touched his skin. It was tight and firm and sticking out proudly.

“I’m turning into a woman” he said “A pregnant woman…” he slapped his forehead. “I didn’t really mean it when I said I’d be the pregnant one…I can’t be…” he said as he looked past his belly. He saw his feet, but they weren’t really his feet. They were smaller and smooth now and looked well taken care of. He dropped his right hand down to his calf. It too was smooth and soft and small. His hand traced up a smooth round thigh up to his waist and hip; both of which were starting to spread even wider.

He grabbed onto to sink once again as his weight and center of gravity shifted “Whoa” he said sensing more changes coming. His eyes widened and he said “Oh No” again as he felt for his testicles and penis, but knowing deep down that they had left him long ago. His hand flew to the area and pulling down his boxers, he was met with the sensation of a slightly wet vagina.

He didn’t have long to linger on this though as his hips shifted again and he felt newly formed mass in his rear. Child bearing hips were now his as his stomach continued to grow outward. He felt pain in his sides as it continued to expand, pushing further and further outward. Looking into the mirror he watched in awe as his belly button popped out.
The slightest breeze came over him as he leaned over and he realized how sensitive his nipples had become. He looked down and saw they were up. They first grew slightly longer and then grew out wider. His areolas grew larger and became darker; then mass began to rapidly fill in. Alan looked down in shock as his breasts grew. His mouth went up and down but no sound emerged. By the time they stopped growing and he got up the nerve to touch them, his hands had changed as well and his new small fingers brushed off of his new additions.

Alan looked down at himself and then looked in the mirror. He was a woman; a pregnant woman. Finally in his now higher pitched voice he called out “Honey” but no response came.
Alan opened the door and walked into the room, the light of the bathroom streaming in behind him. He walked to the bed and could tell something was different with Holly too. The figure covered up was much larger and as he got closer, he could tell that whatever had just happened to him had affected her too. “Honey” he said louder than before but still quite timid in this new voice. He crawled up on the bed on his knees and shook the body in bed “Holly wake up!” he said and managed to slide and jump back off the bed after being startled at the sight that greeted him.

Holly heard her name in her slumber and turned toward the sound and light. Something was different about the voice saying her name. She blinked against the light then as her eyes began to focus. She sat bolt upright “Who the fuck are you?!” she yelled at the small pregnant woman standing by her bed. She realized something was wrong with her voice as she yelled; it sounded so powerful and deep.

“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Alan screamed and pointed as Holly rose up out of bed. He took two steps back as she jumped out of the bed towards him.

Towering over the small screaming woman, Holly stopped herself: Something was very wrong here her brain yelled at her. She looked down in wonder thinking “how small is this girl?” She then caught a glimpse of herself “Holy Shit!” she yelled in a man’s voice.
“Holly” the woman said to her “It’s me…Alan” She stepped back and bumped up against the bed. Holly’s mind raced trying to take in what was going on. She heard the woman before her say “I don’t know what happened, but, I’m Alan and I’m now a woman and you…”

Holly saw herself in the mirror “I’m a fucking man!” she yelled, pushing Alan to the side and stepping up to the mirror. Her mind swirled as she looked into her own face. Her long black hair was now cut short. Her blue eyes still peered forth, but they were smaller and set wider on her face. Her nose was broader and her cheeks and chin were covered in thick black stubble. Her large masculine hand ran over her cheek, feeling the roughness below it.

Her yellow t-shirt now rode up above her waist showing off a hairy and flat stomach and her hand now patted her flat chest through the shirt. Her plaid pants were drooping at the waist where they had been tied with plenty of room, they now hung down. They exposed a pair of white panties that were doing a poor job of holding back an erect penis. It poked out of the top and as her hand pulled the waist out even further, she could see hair and her testicles coming out of the bottom of the panties. Her legs were wider and longer and she looked down to see her calves exposed as her pants no longer came down to her feet. “Where’s my baby!?” she said with genuine panic “What happened to my baby?!” only to hear from behind her “I think he’s just fine right here now”

Holly spun and looked down at the woman who looked so familiar “Alan? Is…is that you?” she said with confusion in her voice.

He nodded sheepishly and looked up at her. “I know that the baby is just fine…but I don’t know about us”

“What happened to us?” Holly said “I mean…how?”

Alan shrugged his shoulders and looked to the floor. “I don’t know…I just…” he put his hands to his bare belly “Oh…he just kicked again” she smiled and looked up to see the shocked face of her husband looking down at her. “I didn’t know motherly instincts could just kick in, but I guess they did”

Holly went to the door and flicked on the bedroom light. “We can’t just do this you know…No body just switches genders all of sudden…” she started to say.

“But we just did” Alan said “I don’t know or understand why or how, but we’re not dreaming…this is happening…what?”

Holly was walking slowly towards their dresser, fixated on the picture that sat on the edge. He picked it up and stared at it silently for a minute while Alan slowly made her way up behind her. She peeked around her husband and cocked her head at the sight.
It was their wedding portrait: Fully engraved with their names and wedding date on the frame. The picture showed a man with thick black hair and sharp blue eyes in a tuxedo with his hands at the waist of a short brown haired brown eyed girl smiling brightly. “That’s us” Allison finally said.

“Yeah: It is us” Joe said shaking his head “It’s always been us…according to the picture” He turned to his wife “You’re shorter than I ever was” he said looking her up and down.
“And you’re taller than I used to be” Allison laughed as she put her hands out to touch him.

He took her small hands in his “To the rest of the world we are Joe and Allison Wilson, not Alan and Holly Warren…”

“And I’m now the one who’s seven months pregnant…”

“And I’m not” Joe finished. He was still shaking his head as he walked to the door.

“Where are you going?” Allison said

He turned and with a slight smirk said “To go have a beer…”