Sean O’Rourke walked into a very quiet house after work which was not usually the case. He knew his wife was home because her car was already in their garage and while his two kids could be about anywhere; they were both in high school, he was surprised the dog wasn’t even making any noise.
As he made his way upstairs, it made more sense. Sean could smell the bubble bath and saw that the master bathroom door was shut and his wife had music going: The dog would be found protecting her, lying outside the tub deep asleep.
Marisol O’Rourke had just eased her aching body down into the warm and soapy water, sighing heavily as she got comfortable. Everything ached on her today “Being pregnant sucks royal ass” she mumbled to herself.
She had her music going and was intent on relaxing when the door creaked open behind her.
Marisol sighed heavily “Not now Sean…I just got in and I’m really tired and I have been really uncomfortable all stinking day okay”
“I was just checking on you honey” Sean said from the doorway “Can I get you anything…something to drink maybe?”
“I can’t drink anything that I want” she shot back, baring her teeth a bit “You’d think for someone your age who has been through this before, you’d now enough to not piss off the pregnant lady”
“Sorry” Sean said immediately backing out and closing the door.
Sean had been through this before twice. Sean was 46 and had two kids from his first marriage. His son Michael was 18 and his daughter Kelly was 16. It hadn’t been easy when he decided to get married to Marti, who was 20 years his junior two years earlier.
The guys at his office had teased him a ton about it; the way he was basically doing it all again, almost get two kids out of the house and start over. Let alone the jokes about her being only 8 years older than his son.
His ex wasn’t overly happy either. They shared custody, Sean was a doting father to the kids but his work had meant that he hadn’t been around very much as they were growing up and he and his first wife Mary had simply grown apart.
Now that he was a full partner in his law firm, he could pick and choose his cases and had more time and he was really hoping to be more essential to the baby that was still a few months away from coming. “I wish I could help her even more” he said.
Sean walked through their room and picked up a little carved figure he had gotten Marisol right after they had found out she was expecting. The figure was hand carved wood showing a pregnant woman on the left and a man kneeling in front of her on the right hand side. The man was kissing her belly as she kissed the top of his head.
Sean smiled as he rubbed the polished wood and sat on the edge of the bed.
Marisol squirmed a bit in the tub and adjusted her tub pillow. Her dark black hair hung wet in curly tendrils down to her breasts which rose and fell with her deep breaths. Her tummy poked out from the water, a small island unto itself as her legs stretched out; her toes pointed and the tips of her big toes barely, just barely touched the far side of the tub.
Being short and small made pregnancy miserable for Marisol. She was barely 5 feet tall and weighed only 102 before this. Her weight was up to 122 and she felt like a whale. She swore in Spanish in her mind.
Marisol was originally from Venezuela having moved to the states with her family when she was just 5. She had met Sean at work as she was trained as a Paralegal. They hit it off; she didn’t care about their age difference and she knew he meant well; she was just miserable at times but knew it would pass and be worth it.
Her bubbles were going away and her water was cooling down to barely tepid but she didn’t want to get up. The dog had other ideas. He got up, arched his back and went to the door. He whimpered and ran his paws down the door “Sean! If you’re in there let the dog out”
Sean was still in the bedroom. He opened the door feeling the steam rush out as the dog ran past his legs and out of the room.
“Can I come in?” he asked hesitantly absent-mindedly holding the carved figure in his hand.
Marisol rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything right away “Yes” she sighed.
“Look, I get it, you’re miserable. I know…” he began.
“How can you ‘know’” she put her hands up into air quotes “You don’t know the first thing about what my body is going through” she snapped “How could you? You’re a guy and get out of these easy…”
Sean knew to just let her go, he had been yelled at by his first wife too a few times. “If it’s like this now, I can only imagine what the actual labor is going to like” he thought.
“I see that look in your eyes” Marti said winding up “Yeah, you are going to hear about it tonight”
“I know” Sean said “I wish I could do more for you, I really, sincerely do”
“You can’t do a thing because unless you want to switch places and have this baby for me, you’re useless to me” Marisol said. “I need a surrogate”
“We’re a little too far down the road to decide that now” Sean said “But if I could, I would. I would trade places with you and experience pregnancy like no man has ever done before…I wish it could happen. If there’s any way possible for us to switch bodies, let it happen” he threw his arms out wide.
“No you wouldn’t…you wouldn’t last a single day in my body” Marisol said squirming a bit and arching her back.
“I would love to prove it to you” Sean said.
“I’d love to see you prove it too” she replied.
Sean got up and walked to the tub. He bent down to kiss his wife and as his lips touched the top of her head, the carved figurine slipped from his fingers and dropped into the water between her legs.
<Plop> it hit the water and time seemed to slow down to slow motion.
Sean felt the wet texture of his wife’s thick hair even as his eyes shot to the left and he saw the wood splash through the water.
A look of confusion crossed Marti’s features; she didn’t even realize Sean had something in his hand until it broke the surface but she sat up to grab whatever it was.
Sean’s hand broke through the water and Marti’s moved through the water. Their hands met touching each other and the figurine at the same time.
Their eyes met. Sean blinked as Marisol’s lips parted and she let out a breath she was holding.
Sean scurried up and backwards and Marisol’s shoulders popped back and forth once.
Marisol felt a general tightness in her shoulders and sides. Her arms pressed against her sides as she put her legs out straight. Her big brown eyes widened as an electric tingle ran through her body making her shiver.
Sean was leaning against the door, panting, eyes wide as every nerve in his body went on high alert. He hadn’t changed clothes from work; he was still in his white dress shirt, yellow and blue striped tie and blue dress pants, and he tugged at his collar trying to cool off.
“What’s going on?” Marisol asked shakily as her thigh muscles clenched, flexed and twitched under the water.
“I don’t know” Sean panted. He gripped his stomach as it fluttered and flipped like mad. His lips went numb and he stood perfectly still. He could feel his shirt moving slowly over his shoulders.
Blinking, he dropped his arms to his sides and felt the cuffs of his sleeves drop to the bottoms of his thumbs. “This doesn’t make any sense” he mumbled feeling the cuffs of his pants moving against the tops of his socks and feet.
Marisol couldn’t find words; her legs ached and she grimaced until they suddenly felt very free and loose. She blinked a few times convinced she was seeing an optical illusion caused by the water: It looked like her feet were moving farther away.
She could feel her heels sliding across the tub under the water but her mind was trying to connect the dots “What? Why? I’m not controlling this…it looks…” she paused and realized she could feel her legs somehow moving on their own “It feels like my legs are getting longer” she finished as her toes came in contact with the far side wall of the tub.
First her toes, then the balls of her feet, then she could put her feet flat against the wall “I can’t…my legs don’t reach…I don’t fill up the tub” she said to herself.
Marisol’s feet now pressed against the far wall. Her butt scooched back, her back rose up and she felt her knees bending and lifting up “Sean?!”
“Hu…Honey?!” Sean said in a very unsure and shaky voice “Something’s wrong here”
“Are you seeing this?!” Marisol asked loudly.
“Um…” Sean ran his hand over his head “Honey I’m shrinking!”
“You’re what?!” Marisol looked to her side. She gasped seeing Sean. He definitely looked smaller. His clothes looked like they were hanging on him “If you’re shrinking then I’m growing!”
“You’re what?!” he yelled.
“Yeah! Look at my legs Sean!” she pointed as her knees emerged from the water “I’m coming out of the tub! I don’t fit anymore!”
As Marisol’s knees emerged, something additional emerged with them. Hairs began to pop out of her skin. Thick black leg hairs were coming through around her knees and all along her calves. “Holy Shit!” she yelled scooting back even farther.
Being wet and off balance with her pregnant belly, Marisol was trying to stand up in the tub but failing. Then, she felt a clenching around her stomach that stopped her dead in her tracks.
Her hands flew to her wet, slick, and firm belly swell. She felt it begin to shrink and she screamed.
Sean froze seeing his wife’s stomach drop in size. It was sticking out above the water like an island but the water was reclaiming more and more. Then, he doubled over grabbing his own stomach.
An intense pulsating warmth began to push through him emanating from his abdomen. Sean was panting, breathing hard, hissing as he felt a bump form up and begin to grow larger and rounder under his shirts.
Scrambling, he pushed his tie aside, he fumbled at the buttons as his stomach drew taut and rose perfectly round.
“Sean!” Marisol screamed as her stomach continued to flatten.
“MariSOL!!!!!!” He yelled in turn as he got very dizzy. His body kicked into a different gear. It felt as if his insides scrambled, pure heat raced from the back of his throat downward.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Marisol screamed as her stomach went totally flat, but more than that, a feeling left her. Something that had been not only in her body but also in her mind simply vanished from her.
Tears in her eyes she looked to her side and her jaw simply dropped.
A button popped off Sean’s shirt and flew a few feet away. His shirt came untucked. It was both huge on him and yet too small and tight at the same time.
Sean was hyperventilating. His mind was screaming at him, so many things all at once that he couldn’t pick one thing, an undercurrent to it all though was emerging both physically and mentally. His hands went down and he ran them over his firm, round belly.
Sean felt movement inside of him and the butterflies that erupted inside him caused him to burp and laugh at the same time “I’m pregnant!” he knew.
“Sean?” Marisol said softly and curiously.
Sean looked at his wife and nodded crying freely “Our baby…she’s with me…she’s in me now…I…I’m pregnant”
Marisol grabbed the side of the tub and lifted herself up, dripping wet and naked she stood. She gasped again seeing that she was standing taller than her husband.
She stepped out of the water and onto the bathmat, her eyes went up and down seeing that she was at least 4 inches taller than him.
Marisol got a glimpse of her feet “What?” she said seeing the large and wide feet. Long gnarly toes and hair along the tops greeted her eyes instead of her usual petite and delicate feet.
“I…I…” Sean sputtered as he began to shrink again. His pants had gotten pushed down as his belly swelled and now, they dropped to the ground, clattering as his keys and belt and wallet hit the ground at his feet.
He shuffled, blue socks clinging to thin, smooth legs even as they continued to change.
Marisol gasped again seeing Sean’s legs “Holy Shit Sean! We’re trading places…switching bodies! Your legs…my legs…Oh My GOD!”
Sean grimaced as the baby moved causing all new sensations to break out in him. A bit of discomfort, a new knowledge that he had to pee very badly, on top of major butterflies all while still reeling from a type of vertigo as he shrank from 6 feet tall down to 5 feet tall.
It hit Marisol at all that had already changed and what major things were still to come. “Oh my God” she muttered again.
The gap in their height continued growing. Sean found himself looking way up to Marisol as Marisol’s chin dropped lower to continue to look at him. 4 inches became 8 which became 12 inches. Sean was below his wife’s chin.
Sean’s jaw dropped “I said I would if I could…”
“I did not think it possible but…” Marisol said. She felt her thighs shifting and moving but held the gaze of her husband’s eyes.
Sean nodded. He used his right foot to pull off his left sock as he stepped free of his pants. He maneuvered and stepped on the end of his other sock and felt it sliding off without the usual feel of hair moving against the fabric and elastic.
Sean had to bend and peer around his belly to see his feet “Oh my God”
It was his time to say it when he caught sight of his tiny, tan and pedicured feet. Black toenails wiggled as he moved his toes around “I have your feet”
“And my legs” Marisol confirmed looking at his trim calves and his now changing thighs.
Sean’s shorter legs plumped into womanly curves which took his hips even farther out and pushed his ass back as his back arched.
Marisol felt her own hips pull inward along with the sensation of her ass deflating behind her. She blinked nervously as an odd sensation spread through her abdomen. She reached over and yanked her husband’s boxer shorts down his soft, smooth legs causing him to have to step out of them again.
“No way baby is coming out of what you’ve got” she said as a new wave of warmth built up inside of Sean.
“Oh fucking hell” he murmured “Holy shit…I don’t…I’ve never…”
“Yeah, you and me both” Marisol said squinting her eyes.
Sean turned to the mirror and had to waddle a few steps back to see below his waist. His dick stood up at full attention.
Marisol stepped to his side so they stood shoulder to shoulder in the mirror. Already a bizarre sight as she towered over him with a now flat stomach but still two large breasts. Her flat mound seemed to rise up before their eyes.
Marisol locked her shoulders in anticipation. She felt sick. “Oh God I think I’m going to vomit” she said feeling a deep seated pain rush through her causing a wave of nausea.
As she swallowed, it lessened but then, all on its own, her skin began to shift. Her vulva shifted, the lips parting, giving way as something began to push out of her.
Marisol sucked in a hard breath as her testicles formed and descended. “Oh God…oh Fuck!” she said as they shifted lower. “Ho…Holy Shit!” she said seeing hairs pop out “I’ve got balls” she said as she began to squirm. Her clitoris was growing, changing and picking up size and changing into the head of her penis. It now came out, a shaft forming up and growing behind it pushing it out as it thickened into a full erection.
“Uh…Ah…Huh…” Marisol said, her hands coming to it and tentatively exploring. She tapped her balls, gripped her shaft and ran the palm of her hand over the head.
“And if you’ve got that, then…” Sean said as Marisol slowly nodded.
Warmth pushed forward through him, seemingly flooding forward as his penis throbbed a few times but with each throb, it got smaller.
Sean’s testicles rose up higher and higher getting right up next to his body as his penis shaft got thinner and smaller, the head also diminishing in size until it was the only thing outside, just above his tiny testicles.
Sean gasped as his skin shifted; an opening began and <slurp> inside his testicles shot, pulling back and tying into the rest of his already fully functional female reproductive system. Skin folded over the head of his penis as it lifted, shifted and changed into his clitoris. Nerve endings doubled and new sensations exploded throughout his body. He convulsed forward and fluid lubricated everything.
Sean couldn’t breathe. He had just watched his penis turn into a vulva and vagina. He was now a fully functioning female. He was becoming Marisol.
And Marisol was becoming him.
“Oh my God…I think I’m going to pass out” Sean said breathing fast. He staggered forward until he caught the bathroom counter to brace himself.
Marisol came up behind him and rubbed his back and shoulders “Deep breaths…this is freaking me out too…When I felt my stomach drop and saw it going down my heart stopped. I don’t know what is changing us but we’ll figure this out”
Sean bit his lip and nodded, tears coming to his eyes again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t control his emotions. They were pushing through him so fast and so hard. He wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.
He yanked at his shirt and tie pulling them aside and taking them off before taking his white undershirt off over his head.
He turned, still surprised and definitely not used to his wife’s larger size before him. “AH!” They said in unison.
Marisol felt it and Sean saw it; Marisol’s breasts rose up and began to pull inward.
Her back was spreading and shifting as she put on her husband’s weight which continued to change her stomach and sides. She threw her shoulders back as tightness filled her chest.
Marisol nervously chuckled as her large, perfectly round breasts dwindled smaller and smaller, going into smaller mounds as they shrank. “Guess I’m first on everything” she said as her nipples grew smaller and her areolas drew down.
She leaned forward and her breasts stayed tight and close, she lost her movement of them. They looked like small tear drops before becoming cone shaped, then they diminished down to small bumps before she shivered and developed male pectoral muscles instead.
Hairs now poked through her skin on her flat chest “Damn” was all she could say shaking her head “I’m a guy”
“Yeah…all the evidence points to that…oh shit…oh that tickles” Sean said feeling his body electrify. Even the back of his throat tickled. His shoulders shimmied as he shivered and small bumps emerged on his chest pressing steadily outward growing larger.
Small mounds poked forward becoming cone shaped before a bit more heft developed and they turned tear drop shaped “They’re so sensitive I’m afraid to touch them” he said holding his arms and hands out.
“Get used to them for at least the time being…they’re all yours…kind of attached to you” Marisol teased.
“You know what…” Sean began before getting distracted as his breasts grew to the point where they moved on their own, falling away from his body and swinging pendulously “Oooohhooooo!” he said grabbing at them and squeezing them together. Lifting them he watched his nipples pop out wider and his areolas widen out darker against his tan skin.
Holding them like that, Sean was in shock. His sides and back tugged as they pulled inward and his arms trimmed down tremendously as they shrank and changed into Marisol’s. It was when a twinge ran through his hands that he let them go.
Sean’s hands pulsated as they shrank down much smaller changing to his wife’s tiny and delicate hands. He had teased her about how small her hands were and now, they would be his.
The backs of his hands seemed half the size they had been. His fingers drew down thin and small and his nails thinned out as they grew longer. Black polish spread across them as he moved and wiggled them about.
“How do you like my, how do you put it, baby hands now huh?” Marisol asked.
She shrugged her shoulders as they lifted up and spread out. Her arm muscles grew larger pushing up and out before she put her small hands up in front of Sean’s face. He could see her smile behind them as they grew larger, the palms grew wide and her fingers lengthened and thickened as her nails pulled back.
Sean put his small hands up to hers palm to palm. The tops of his fingers only made it up to her last knuckle joint; it looked like if she closed her hands they would totally engulf his tiny ones. “This is so crazy”
Marisol nodded hearing Sean’s deep voice emanate from her tiny body but as the changes continued, the front of his throat went flat, his Adam’s Apple pulling back into nothingness.
Sean’s eyes bulged feeling the lump in his throat and knowing that the actual, physical lump in his throat had just vanished.
Marisol swallowed hard and her eyes watered feeling a change. She ran her hand over the lump in her throat. She stuck her neck out and led with her chin “Um” she jumped at the sound of her deep voice
Sean’s jaw dropped but Marisol smiled “Testing…whoa…this is so weird”
“This can’t be happening” Sean’s voice came out high and in his current state, whiny and nasally with just the slightest hint of Latina accent “I have to be dreaming…I can’t BE pregnant! I can’t look, and, and, and sound like you!”
His hair began to darken and grow.
Marisol blinked hard, her jaw and chin spread out as her lips thinned. Her cheeks spread out as her face widened; every feature grew broader and larger.
Her nose spread out across the bridge down to the end. Her eyes spread further out even as they narrowed.
Marisol’s face hardened and aged; lines etched around her eyes and mouth as she gained 20 years in age and her face shifted from feminine to masculine. Her long dark hair began to gray and lighten as it rose up quickly.
Sean watched his wife’s face turn into his face. He could feel his own face tighten up, seemingly squeezed down smaller to fit his smaller build and body. His head shrank all around as his hair grew out long and thick and black.
His wide broad nose thinned across the bridge and came to a pointed tip, upturning at the end as his jaw pulled higher and his chin pointed. His mouth shrank down small and tiny to fit his face even as his lips plumped up. His teeth and tongue shrank tremendously and he made several faces trying to loosen up his pulling sensations.
His eyes grew large, changed from green to dark drown and widened out, topped by thick lashes and thick dark brows which would show every feeling he was having.
Sean’s skin smoothed and tightened as his age lines vanished from his forehead, eyes and mouth as he lost 20 years down to 26 and his cheekbones rose up high, prominent and sleek.
Even his ears shrank down while gaining several piercing holes in them.
Their eyes met and both of them felt a pulling all around them. Marisol set her feet while Sean swayed clutching his belly. A whooshing sound filled the room; Sean’s long hair swirled up and around.
And then it was over.
A sense of calm and peace passed over. The room grew quiet and both of them knew whatever had held them, swapped them, changed them, had now passed; it was over.
Marisol looked down at Sean. Sean looked up at Marisol.
They both screamed.
Marisol’s scream was deep and ended long before the high pitched scream of Sean.
Sean clutched and cradled his pregnant belly as his breathing hitched and went shallow. Sean was a disheveled mess as compared to his naked and masculine wife. He fanned himself as he walked around trying to control his breathing as Marisol walked slowly in a circle.
Sean froze and his big brown eyes widened again “Ah…!” he looked down at his belly and saw it moving. A lot. “Oh this feels sooooooooooo strange!”
Marisol came over and put her hand on Sean’s bulging belly and felt her daughter kicking and moving “It’s a great feeling actually. You’re growing a new life inside you. You’re carrying your daughter; feeding her and protecting her. You’re going to be a Momma!”
Tingles raced up and down Sean’s short spine at both the feelings and the words Marisol spoke. Truth hammered home. “You’re a pregnant woman. You will give birth to your daughter”
Sean turned back to the mirror and examined the face he knew very well, but from the opposite side “This is my face…my body now…my life”
“Yeah…tomorrow; I’m the partner and you’re the paralegal” Marisol said.
Sean turned and looked up “¡No, Dios mío! ¡No puedo! No puedes!”
Both of their jaws dropped.
“You can speak Spanish!” Marisol said giddily.
“I can speak Spanish?!” Sean repeated confused. “That just came out…I didn’t mean for it to happen”
“But you got excited and worked up and when that happens, I…or rather you, now think in Spanish because it’s your first language. I stop it and don’t yell it out like you did but you’ll learn to control your emotions” she laughed.
Sean shook his head and walked to the door, he went into their bedroom still getting used to how his body moved and felt.
He went to Marisol’s side of the bed and to her dresser to take out a pair of panties. Stepping into them and pulling them up over his short, smooth legs, up over his plump ass and hips and snapping them into place.
He next grabbed an oversized nightshirt and put it on. “You need to brush out your hair or it’ll knot up” Marisol said coming in wearing boxer shorts.
“Yeah, yeah I know” he replied grabbing the brush and running it through his long, thick, shiny hair until it was smooth.
Sean thought it was natural brushing his hair. Without prompting from Marisol who was putting on shorts and a t-shirt, he began to put on lotion. Different lotions for different parts of his body. Marisol watched it slightly fascinated “Either he really paid attention to my regime or else he’s getting my mind and habits naturally” she thought.
“I’m starving” Sean announced and tromped downstairs. He went straight to the kitchen and began to get out pans and food and started searing chicken along with onions and peppers. He boiled rice and was cutting up other vegetables when Marisol came in and stood there watching him.
“What?!” he shot back, his expressive eyebrows dancing.
“Nothing…it smells great” Marisol answered.
“Thank you” Sean replied.
“I was going to cook something…” Marisol began.
“I was craving this and you can’t cook it right; you’d screw it up” Sean said making the traditional Venezuelan meal.
Their eyes met and Sean smirked “yeah…you heard me. We need to just deal with the fact that I don’t just have your body; I’m entirely you and I suppose you’re me, or at least the old me” Sean said.
Marisol nodded “My knowledge of the law has expanded like a thousand times since this happened”
“So: I’m You…I’m Marisol” she said no longer thinking of herself as male.
“At least until all this is over, yes” he said no longer thinking of himself as female or Marisol. We both know what happened to us but neither of us knows if it will ever happen again and change us back so until it does, I go by Sean and you go by Marisol”
Marisol nodded happily “Agreed”
The new Sean settled in after dinner reading over documents for work while the new Marisol headed up to their room.
She was still a bit off; the smallness of her frame, the weight of her belly, the whole package of now finding herself as a woman.
She sat on the edge of the bed gathering her feelings; her mind continued to race like crazy. Thoughts came in both English and Spanish and memories swirled between her own and the ones he used to have.
Marisol looked over her wardrobe, she remembered when all the items fit her and fit her well. She felt sexy, she felt empowered by her body. She knew now that most of the items were too tight. Sean had been generous and bought her maternity clothes and they were fine but she missed her clothes.
“Do I want to stay like this?” she questioned herself. “I know it’s all still new and fresh and I’m all screwed up so no decisions and who knows if I control anything about this anyway” she decided.
“I do hope I stay long enough to breastfeed my baby” she knew that to be true.
Marisol tried to get comfortable in bed “Now I know why she always complained” She flipped and flopped and put pillows underneath her stomach and was barely dozing when Sean came to bed.
She leaned over and kissed him goodnight. He ran his hand over her side and leg before leaning down and kissing her baby bump.
Marisol smiled as Sean ran his hand through her hair “Are you tired?” he asked.
“Not if you’re thinking what I’m thinking” Marisol said with a knowing look in her eyes and a sly smile on her lips.
“I was hoping we could try out our, you know, new arrangement” Sean said kissing her deeper.
“I thought you’d never ask” Marisol laughed “I really want to see what it’s like”
“Oh God me too…I just hope I last long enough. I’m so excited I could burst” Sean admitted.
“Well if you go too fast, we’ll just have to do it again until you get it right” Marisol teased.
She pulled her top off in one motion and climbed over him, straddling her husband with her tiny legs. She lifted her belly up and grabbed his throbbing dick. “I never thought I would be attracted to one of these” she said as she kissed the tip. Her eyes narrowed as she took it all into her mouth and sucked hard.
“Oh God now I get it” Sean said chuckling “Oh my…”
Marisol rolled off and onto her back spreading her legs and Sean lunged between them. The electricity that erupted in her as his tongue flicked away on her was heaven sent.
They explored their new bodies for quite a while before Sean penetrated Marisol. She screamed out “Oh yes! Harder! Deeper!” as he thrust away and she rocked her hips in rhythm.
“Marisol!” Sean called out “This is so intense! The buildup…the…oh…”
“Don’t stop” Marisol pleaded, her hand coming around to rub her clit as Sean pounded away “This is…I think I’m about to…oh God!”
Marisol’s body tensed as did Sean’s.
Sean felt the release of his ejaculation, the pure relief of the built up release while Marisol broke out in a sweat as her whole body tingled in ecstasy.
Marisol’s legs locked in place as wave after wave of pleasure rode through her body as she experienced her first female orgasm. The body knew what it was doing, her mind was blown away.
Both of them were panting as Sean gently backed out. Marisol shivered as she felt his cum run back out of her “I can’t believe it! That was amazing!” she said lowering her legs.
“Oh God I know…I loved it” Sean said. Their eyes met and they nodded “I prefer it like this” Sean said.
“Oh my God I think I do too” Marisol said smiling so hard that her nose scrunched up. “That was so different; it was life changing”
“I agree” Sean said laying down next to her. He grabbed his boxer and handed them over to her and she cleaned herself up.
“We need to do that as often as we can” she said.
“I agree” Sean laughed repeating himself.
By morning, Marisol was grumpy “¡Arriba cada dos horas para orinar! Nunca volveré a dormir en mi vida”
She drove herself to work since her husband never knew his hours and since it was a big firm, their paths didn’t cross very often.
Seeing the office from such a different perspective was mind blowing. First off, everything was big! Intimidatingly large to her and, she was no longer the boss, not even close. She was ordered around by lawyers way less experienced than she actually was “I’m doing all their work!” she grumbled frustrated as she researched a case all day constantly getting asked when it would be ready.
She turned it in, got criticism on some of the finer points of law, that frankly, she no longer knew and went home tried and cranky.
Sean on the other hand had everyone waiting on him. He put in his thoughts on the cases he was consulting on as well as prepared the ones he was actually handling. A three hour lunch meeting broke up his day, all billable hours. “I really could get used to this”
When Marisol came home, her step kids were there. “Hey Michael…Kelly…how was school?” she asked to shrugs and grunts. “They really are rude!” she thought never quite believing the stories until she know got to experience it first hand.
“I’m going to make some dinner, any requests?” she asked.
“No” Kelly said.
“I’m going to Abby’s house for dinner” Michael replied.
“Ok” she said quietly and set about working in the kitchen. She loved to cook, could remember always loving to cook and recipes were just right there at the front of her mind.
She stole glances her the kids, both taller than her by a lot and, not so young “I couldn’t even physically be their parent anymore. 8 years, 10 years difference…wow”
They settled into a routine. The sex was great and both adjusted well to their new jobs. Marisol got more and more uncomfortable as her pregnancy entered the third trimester. Not only did her belly grow larger, she felt like everything on her body did too.
She stood before the mirror “Ankles, feet, toes…hands, fingers, wrists…my face! Everything is bloated and if it’s not bloated, it aches! My knees, hips, back…my bladder hurts!” she whined one night in her 8th month.
“I know honey” Sean said urging her to sit down “I’ll rub your feet”
Marti took him up on the offer. “A few more weeks to go”
“Are you anxious?”
“Anxious to meet her yes” Marti answered.
“Me too” Sean replied. “Are you still happy that we switched?”
“Yes” Marisol answered without hesitation.
“Yeah…I’ve got to say that was pretty amazing” Sean said.
“I can still see it” Marisol admitted “I can still feel how it felt changing into…me, you” she shrugged.
“I know; I think about it often” Sean admitted “Sometimes, it seems like a dream instead of reality. Like, was I ever really a woman? This feels so natural, so…”
“Right” Marisol said and he nodded.
“Like it was meant to be” Marisol said as he kissed her hand.
“What if we…” Sean began.
“Don’t finish that question just yet. We don’t know if we’ll stay or swap back so let’s not worry about it right now” she finished. Their eyes met. They both knew what they wanted.
The last 5 weeks of Marti’s pregnancy crawled by; she was miserable but wouldn’t exchange it for anything. She was a week overdue and had to be induced.
“It’s almost like you don’t want to stop being pregnant” Sean teased her as they checked into the hospital.
20 hours of labor…the things Marisol felt and said would define her time and existence. She was in a full sweat and tremendous pain; feet up in stirrups, sweat pouring out of every pore on her body as she bore down, pushing again and again until…
She lay back, a sudden relief washing over her. The pressure was gone and she heard a cry. Tears ran down her cheeks and soon she was bawling her eyes out as Sean stroked her forehead and hair. The crying got louder, clearer “Don’t make me go back” she whispered harshly.
“Never” Sean said taking her hand.” We wanted to swap and we swapped, we both don’t want to swap back so we won’t”
“Promise me!” she said through her teeth.
“I promise”
The nurse came and handed Marisol her baby daughter “Do you have a name picked out?”
“Marissa” Marisol said proudly.
“It’s beautiful and so is she” the nurse said.
The pure joy Marisol felt holding her, then the pride when the baby latched on and began nursing was incomprehensible.
And in a few months…Marisol was able to fit into all her clothes again.