“I can’t wait to see you on Saturday” Alecia Morton told her husband Joe over the phone.

“It’ll be here before you know it. I fly out of La Guardia Friday night” Joe replied.

“Did your new passport come in the mail yet; It’s supposed to there today” Alecia said anxiously.

“I think so…there’s a manila envelope in the mail today that I think has it” Joe said as he glanced at the table. “It has to be…it’s from the State Department”

“Oh Thank God” Alecia replied “I was worried it wouldn’t come in and you couldn’t join me here”

Joe smiled on his end of the phone. His wife had been in Italy on business for the last 10 days but as a reward, her company was giving her an additional week there as a vacation. Joe only had to wait another day before he got to join her in Rome. “I’ll be there before you know it” Joe told her. “Get your work done tomorrow and get some rest”

“I will; the contracts are already finished up, it’s just a matter of getting them signed off on tomorrow by their entire board of directors”

“I love you honey” Joe told her.

“I love you too Joe” Alecia told her husband.

Joe put his phone down and picked up the large envelope. He could feel the outline of the passport book inside and he opened it as he walked down the hall and into the bedroom.

His suitcase was open at the foot of the bed and assorted clothes lay around it waiting to be packed. He put a pair of black wingtips in on the bottom next to a pair of sandals. He looked at the bed and surveyed what he had already picked out to pack. One nice dress shirt and dress pants along with a red tie for their nice formal dinner they had planned sat away from shorts, jeans, t-shirts and assorted other shirts.

Joe sat on the edge of the bed and opened the envelope. The blue book slid down and out and into his waiting hand. “What the hell?” he said “No…this can’t be happening right now! This is a disaster!”

Joe opened up the passport and shook his head at everything that was wrong. “There is no way I’ll be able to get on my flight tomorrow with this…everything is wrong!”

“Shit” he added as he stood up. He grabbed a piece of paper out of the envelope and scanned it for a number he could call. He dialed and began working his way through the phone menu hell of the State Department.

As he worked through, he stared at the picture and info below him “How could this happen?” he snarled.

Where his picture should be, there was a picture of a woman. She had long brown hair with full bangs covering her forehead. She had very small features and a pointed chin and Joe guessed that she was very small just by her look. He glanced at the date of birth and was surprised to see that it matched his.

“Huh” he said realizing that the date of birth was listed as 7/29/85 and the place was also correct as Dallas Texas.

As he looked closer at the name listed, he realized another coincidence: the last name was his wife’s maiden name. The name was printed as Hawkins, Jordan M.

“Weird…this lady must have sent her stuff in at the same time I did and with our birthdays and birthplaces being the same…they screwed us up”

Fifteen minutes passed as Joe paced the hall waiting to get through. He tapped the passport against his thigh as he walked. He stopped in front of his luggage and opened it up again and took in the face. “Cute girl…” he mumbled “But she’s got a baby face…she looks twenty; not thirty” It was true, the face of the woman on the passport looked younger than the birthdate. “Maybe it’s the bangs…”

“What the hell is going…on” Joe said as he slowly lowered the phone from his cheek. He set the phone down on the bed and reached for his luggage. A look of surprise and confusion clouded his face as he picked up a black high heeled shoe instead of a wingtip.

Joe turned the heel over in his hand. It wasn’t new; there was a slight scuff at the end and toe imprints inside that he could see. He looked down and saw that the sandals were different now too.  His plain brown pair was now much smaller and lighter in color with several more straps covering the tops: Ladies sandals were now in his bag.

“Where are my shoes; where are my clothes?” he asked as he now started to sift through the stacks of clothes on the bed. A black cocktail dress now lay where his dress shirt had been moments ago. Small women’s shorts and small women’s cut shirts lay scattered around. “Is someone messing with me?”

Joe reached up to scratch an itch that had started on the top of his head. Joe pulled his hand back and felt his fingers tangle in more hair than he was used to on top of his head. He reached back again and pulled on several strands, they just kept going and growing as he pulled.

He brought his hand down in front of his eyes, still clutching the long dark strands of hair. “What the fuck…” he said staring at the hair.

Joe felt hair now brushing at his ears, his forehead, and the base of his neck.  He swatted at it like bugs were crawling on him. He turned and saw himself in the mirror “Uh…um…what the…”

Joe’s hair was growing out; the bangs crept down and completely covered his forehead, even his eyebrows and a few strays fell into his eyes. His ears were getting covered and he could feel the hair moving down his back, finally stopping at his shoulder blades. “What the…” he repeated as his hands ran through his long hair.

Joe took a hesitant step forward; he thought something else was happening to his face. His eyes: He focused on his eyes; they looked blue.

He leaned forward and saw that his eyes were indeed a shade of dark blue. “My…” he began hesitantly. His fingers came up to the corners of his eyes but as they touched the skin there, he pulled them back as he now felt the skin shift.

“AH!” he yelled out in shock. His eyes appeared bigger and rounder on his face. They had always been narrow and would go down to slits when he smiled, but not now. That would be impossible with how big his eyes looked now.

“Huh” he managed as his nose reshaped itself. It narrowed and became pointier than usual and his cheeks rose up.

Joe’s mouth started to change before his eyes. His bottom lip plumped in the middle into a slight pout while his upper lip thinned.

His chin and jaw line began to shift dramatically. His round chin worked down into a point and his jaw rearranged backward to compliment it. It left Joe with a tiny heart shaped face with big expressive eyes.

Under the hair, he felt his ears shrink up and the bottom lobes attached. Then an even more curious feeling came onto his ears; weight. He felt a pinch and a pull on his lower lobes and as he swept the hair back, Joe gasped when he saw that he was now wearing silver hoop earrings in his ears.

“What the…Ah” he said as now a pair of glasses popped onto his face.

His fingers ran over the black plastic rectangular frames with a streak of white across the top. They made his eyes appear even larger as they fit perfectly against his slim nose and small ears. A youthful female face now looked out from the mirror.

“This…this can’t be real” Joe said as he took a step backward, fingers groping at his smooth face.

“Mmmm-uh…oh” he said as he felt his neck slim and he heard a pop as his shoulders rounded and dropped down.

Joe’s eyes widened behind his new glasses as he saw himself getting shorter in the mirror and felt an odd sensation of drifting downward. He was involuntarily leaning forward, feeling as if he was being pulled slowly and steadily toward the ground.

The sleeves of his shirt began to cover his hands and the bottoms of his pants were pooling up over his feet. Joe flapped his arms against the shrinking sensation and lifted his right leg up. His pants hung off of him and when he put his foot back down, he was fully standing on the bottom of his pant leg. He kicked against it but he continued to get smaller and smaller.

Joe was losing height and weight and size all around. He was swimming in his clothes now and about to panic. “What is going on?” he whined, not sounding like himself at all. “What’s happening to me?”

“What the…” he began as he felt something wrap around his chest. It was soft but held tight around his back and sides “Am I wearing a bra?” he said as he felt straps dig into his shoulders.

Joe flipped his hand out of the bottom of his oversized shirt and he grabbed for his neckline. He yanked the shirt out and saw the unmistakable white fabric of a bra wrapping and holding his chest.

“No fuckin way” he gasped and he pulled his shirt off over his head.

He gasped in air at the site of his tiny chest. He couldn’t believe how thin and narrow it was. He could see his ribs below the bra and his stomach was completely flat. The skin looked soft and smooth and it was now also hairless but nothing was in the empty cups of the bra.

That was about to change though.

Joe was breathing deep and fast, his chest rose and fell dramatically. As he watched, his nipples puffed out slightly and became much more sensitive as he could now feel a breeze wash over them and they hardened in kind.

The color of his nipples and areolas darkened at bit and spread outward as he began to grow. Flesh began to form up and grow outward and his mouth hung open in shock as breasts filled up the cups of the bra.

He was by no means well-endowed as his small frame adjusted to his 32B breasts but he felt very different now that he possessed them on his body. His center of gravity shifted forward and he reset his feet and arched his back in response.

His arms had gotten skinny and much shorter. His hands were tiny to his eyes; his fingers were thin and long with rounder nails topping them off.

Joe realized that he was still holding his shirt in his left hand but it was no longer the shirt he had taken off. It was smaller and thinner and a lighter color as well. Joe tossed it aside as he sensed his hips beginning to shift.

Joe set his feet and bent his knees. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. They dropped quickly and without any resistance to the floor and he kicked at them to get away from them.

Gasping again, he saw that he was now wearing a pair of white cotton panties instead of boxer shorts.

“No” he yelled as his waist came inward and his hips flared out. He patted the skin just above the waistline of his tight panties.

He felt the cotton shifting on his hips and thighs as his body began to move and change. The fabric rose up as his rear filled out more and became round. His hands slid around and he grasped at his ass. He grabbed a combination of flesh and fabric and was dumbfounded at what was occurring to him.

“Oh no” he said as he now felt a tingling in the front.

His penis was tightly encased in the panties and the head poked out of the top while his testicles came out from below unable to be contained by the small garment.

His penis began to tingle as it had fallen asleep; the sensation of it was far away but still somewhat palpable. Then Joe felt it begin to move. The head brushed against the waistband as it began to shrink. It no longer peeked out of the top and his testicles were starting to rise. He was now contained like he was wearing an athletic supporter.

Joe pulled out the waistband and watched as his penis continued to diminish in size. He was getting smaller and smaller.

Joe grunted slightly as his testicles pulled up and into his body. He sensed warmth spreading through his abdomen as they reshaped and repurposed themselves inside of him. His penis got smaller and smaller and pulled back more and more until nothing but the head remained along with folds of skin.

The skin reshaped and moisture formed along the folds. Joe let go of the waistband and it snapped back against his soft skin: Joe was in utter and total shock.

Joe’s thighs began to plump up and round off. They changed shape and became soft and supple, trim and feminine. All of his hair was gone, it had disappeared and nothing was left behind but smooth soft skin.

His knees came in and reshaped, followed by his calves which became much skinnier yet quite firm. His ankles narrowed and thinned and his feet shrunk down dramatically. They seemed half the size they were before; topped off by tiny toes and small nails painted red.

“This can’t be happening to me…this can’t be real” she said as she slapped her hands at her legs. As she spun, she saw the open passport lying on the bed face down.

Jo scrambled for it and grabbed it up quickly. She held it front of her face with the mirror behind it; the faces matched up perfectly.

Her phone went off, causing her to jump. She let out a small scream and stood staring at it with her knees locked together and her arms tight at her sides. She could read the screen…the name said Alec but the number was all too familiar: It was Alecia’s number.

Jo let it ring through and then saw that a new voice mail had arrived. She picked it up hesitantly and punched in her password. The message began to play:

“Hey Jo it’s me again…I forgot to remind you to make sure you pack a few nice dresses. We’re going to enjoy this time together in Rome. The meetings are all set for tomorrow and it’s a done deal. So anyway, I miss you and I love you. Hope you’re just running around packing your things for tomorrow. Call me back when you get this…bye”

Jordan Hawkins’ mind was reeling listening to the message. It all seemed so familiar and yet so totally different. The cadence of the speech matched Alecia’s and even the voice sounded like hers; just lower and male.
 
The phone rang again and once again it should Alec on the screen. This time, she swiped to receive the call ”Huh…Hello” she said very hesitantly.

“Hey honey, did you get my message?”

“Who is this?” Jo asked.

“Ha-Ha Jo…very funny, like you don’t recognize your own husband. I get it…make me feel bad for leaving you alone for 10 days by pretending you don’t remember me” Alec said on the other end.

“Uh…yeah” Jo said and laughed nervously.

“Are you okay Honey….you sound like you’re all stressed out about something”

“Uh” Jordan scrambled to make sense of her world and conversation. She had just transformed into a woman and now a man was on the other side of the line talking to her like he was her husband and it was coming from her spouse’s number.

“Really Jordan…don’t freak me out here; are you okay?”

“Yeah” she perked up in her response. “Yeah…uh…just like 5 million things are going on all at once; I, um, am trying to pack and trying to uh get something to eat and I just got a uh…I just dropped a thing and uh…” she rambled on.

“I get it” the man said “I just wanted to make sure you had everything ready to go; and I wanted to see if that was your passport in the envelope you were telling me about earlier”

Jo blinked hard at the question and licked her lips “Yeah…yes; yes it was” she realized that it was right…now.

“Look, you’ve obviously got a ton on your mind right now. Just get packed and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m going to get some sleep; this different time zone is killing me. I love you”

“I…love you too” she responded still in quite a daze.

“Get some rest too, you sound tired” Alec replied.

“I will…love you” Jo said again.

“Bye honey…can’t wait to see you tomorrow” Alec finished and was gone.

Jo saw her phone change to her home screen as she slowly lowered it down. “Am I the only one aware of this?” she wondered. “What the hell am I going to do? I…my wife is now my husband, I’m now a very small woman…I…I can’t” she said as she sat down on the bed. She took in her reflection across the way.

Her toes pointed in, her red nail polish glimmered and her knees were together. Her fuller thighs led up to her white panties, covering her rounder ass and flatter front. Her toned stomach rose and fell with her breathing as did her firm, pert breasts; encased in her white lace bra. Her thin and trim arms were pointed straight down at her sides with the palms of her small hands pressed into the comforter on the bed.

Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders to the top of her breasts as it simultaneously brushed against her bare back and shoulders.

She tilted her head slightly to the right as she took in her face. Small pointed chin, small mouth, narrow nose and large blue eyes all under the curtain of her thick dark brown bangs that covered her forehead. She shook her head so they swayed just above her glasses.

Everything on the bed had changed into an item of women’s clothing. She took it all in before she let out an exasperated sigh and laugh. “It’s either laugh or cry” she said to herself with a shrug.

“I guess I need to pack” she said quietly. She picked up a small pair of Chuck Taylor sneakers off the floor. They were only a size 6 but they looked big in her hands. She put them in along with a pair of black flats. She grabbed several pairs of small panties and bras and she tucked them along the sides. Size 0 jeans and pants went in with small shirts of all cuts and colors. Three dresses now went on top, folded over as to not wrinkle too badly on the flight.

Jordan picked up the shirt she had discarded and pulled it back down over her head. She tugged it flat against her slim body and picked up her pants. What had come off as long men’s khakis were now a pair of khaki colored Capri pants. She stepped into them and quickly pulled them up and hooked them.

Jordan picked up the passport once again. She adjusted her glasses and shook her head in stunned disbelief. “Here’s to new adventures” she said sarcastically as she continued to pack.