Strange Saturday!, Part 13 (Platonic Friends to TG’d Couple)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for AnubisForever

Luke and Ava are two platonic friends who confess their feelings of unhappiness with their bodies while attending a music festival together. But when they make a wish to be their ‘true selves’, they quickly find out that not only can wishes come true, but they can come true in utterly unexpected ways! Now stuck as Luna and Aidan, the pair must grapple with their changed identities and strange new feelings for one another, all while exploring their newfound existences, and bodies . . .

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Epilogue

“Don’t walk so fast, you big lug!”

Aidan chuckled, then slowed his pace and returned to me. He extended an arm for me to hold, and I naturally took it.

“Any excuse to feel your muscles,” I said, grinning cheekily up at him.

“And any excuse to feel you,” he replied, running a hand down my back before squeezing my rear.

“Hey, you charming pervert! What if someone’s watching?”

“Nah, this trail has been empty for ages, honey. Besides, it’s just a little love. And there’s a lot of you to love.”

I snorted. “Oh, a lot, huh? You know, sometimes I wonder how things would have shaken out if you’d stayed the woman, and I the man.”

“Well, we wouldn’t be happily married and living together, would we? Nor would we have this little blessing.”

With that, he shifted his hand to my front and rubbed my belly. It gave me little butterflies in the best way, and as if knowing it was his father whose hand was touching my stomach, our little son gave a little flurry of excited kicks. “Oof!”

“Someone happy in there?”

I took another breath, stopping our walk for a moment. “Oh yeah, I’d say so. I swear, being pregnant is the weirdest thing ever.”

“I imagine so, especially for a former guy.”

“Definitely. But . . . it’s also pretty damn amazing. I mean, look at me! I’m growing a life here! A little boy!”

He cracked a smile as we began the walk along the winter trail.

“A son,” he mused. “I can still hardly believe it. We’re gonna be parents. And I’m gonna be a Dad! A father - that feels darn weird ta say.”

“No weirder than thinking I’m gonna be a mommy,” I replied. 

“At least y'all look the part, what with the big belly and big . . . uh, other parts.”

“You’re insatiable, I swear, always looking at my girls.”

I smirked, looking down at my chest. I was wearing a warmer jacket for the cooler weather, but the unmistakable shape of my breasts was there, and at their larger size too. I had once expressed a private irritation that if I was going to be turned into a woman, then why not at least be a bigger chested one? C’s were impressive, no doubt, but why not the classic DD’s, as the guys lust after? Well, I didn’t have to complain about that now. I had bigger boobies, alright, though now they were in strong maternity bras and resting on the dome of my expanding belly. I was five months along and could barely believe that I wasn’t due, but I suppose perspective made for all the changes seeming bigger.

Getting pregnant so soon had been madness, but it turns out that when you have sex for two weeks thinking you’re going to be a man again soon, you end up not really caring about contraceptives. That third period I had been delaying on? Yeah, it never came about, given that somewhere around our third day of actual dating my loving husband had knocked up. Not that he was my husband just yet, but after I wished to be his bride rather than change back, things moved quickly. There was another reality rewrite, a much smaller one this time. Turns out our friends were helping us put together the wedding already, and the actual ‘true’ engagement had occurred several weeks ago. We were going for an outdoors event near the backwoods, and it was happening soon. A good thing too, given I started getting morning sickness and sore boobs not long before we were set to tie the knot. It was Aidan that suggested the pregnancy test, and I had done so with great terror, only for the inevitable two lines to show. I cried, of course, and wished I had wished to be a man again. And then Aidan had comforted me, and I’d had a night to sleep on it, and soon I was more excited than I could imagine to bear him a little baby. 

To finally have a family to call my own.

We made the announcement at the wedding, and that just added extra cheer. It would have raised questions why I wasn’t drinking anyway. Besides, I was so excited and giddy and nervous I couldn’t keep a secret if I tried. 

And now, here I was, five months pregnant and walking up a calm winter trail with my husband. Definitely no mountain hikes for me, especially now that I was getting a winder waddle. But despite the aches and tiredness that came from pregnancy, the truth was that I’d never felt better in my life. I was making a life, embracing the ultimate act of womanhood, and I was doing it with my best friend in the world, a man that I loved. Plus, I had it on good authority that he thought my pregnancy bod was very sexy, though finding positions to do it was becoming increasingly restricted he always found a way. Plus, maternity dresses are so cute!

Which reminds me of the other developments in my life. I’ll be on maternity leave soon, and when it’s up, I’ve decided to leave the bank. It’s been an important chapter of my life, but it doesn’t provide my life meaning. I’ve decided to work my sewing skills and sell custom-made dresses. I’ve got a damn natural skill at it, it turns out, and besides, I want to be at home to raise my little boy for a few years anyway. The idea of being a stay-at-home mom with her own side hustle appeals to me. I just wish I was better at cooking, but Aidan insists on locking that up tight anyway, that wonderful man.

“We’re here,” he said in the present, knocking me out of my reminiscing.

“Oh thank God, a bench seat,” I said, waddling towards the wooden camp tables. “I seriously need to get my pregnant ass sitting down already.”

“I trust that means you’re hungry?” my husband asked.

“Damn hungry. Eating for two, remember?”

“Then let’s get this picnic started, darlin’.”

He removed the picnic set from his backpack and set it down before me. My little baby did loops in my stomach as the food was set before me. I practically salivated at the hard cheeses - I preferred soft, but was being good right now - and the wonderful non-alcoholic substitute wine he had brought to share. And as usual, he had made the most delicious chicken wraps for us to share out.

“As always, you are the best,” I said.

“Takes no effort,” he replied, doling out some cheese and kabana on a cracker for me.

“No, I mean it,” I said. “I can’t imagine life without you. Especially not without these little picnics of ours.”

He took my hand, leaned over the table easily, and kissed me softly on the lips.

“A picnic today,” he said. “And every Saturday. Tradition, right?”

“Damn straight.” I raised my glass. “To wishes well spent!”

He raised his glass, looking at me with love and attraction. “Hear hear, honey!”

The End