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"I don't understand how or why planning a wedding is so damn difficult. Like we have everything we need, yet it's still overly complicated!" Jonah yelled out in frustration. The young man was sitting at the kitchen table that was covered in all kinds of papers and wedding invitations.

“Oh Jonah, come over here and take a break.” a voice called from the living room. His loving fiancee Sarah was curled up on the couch, hugging her soft body pillow as she watched a movie that she found on Netflix. She felt great admiration for Jonah for putting such an effort into planning their wedding that was only a few months away, speaking of only a few months away.

Sarah gently rubbed the side of her big pregnant stomach as she felt the baby start to jostle around. She was about six months along with their first child and compared to some of the stories she’s heard/read her pregnancy so far had been pretty easy. In fact quite a few of her friends envied her for it. Of course it helped that Jonah was there for her every step of the way.

With a sigh, Jonah pushed himself away from the table and stood up, stretching, before making his way over to the couch. Sliding in next to his future wife, he wrapped his arms around her and laid his head against hers.

“Better?” Sarah asked with a chuckle as she felt her husband rubbing her belly.

“Always” he whispered into her ear as his hands explored more of his fiancee’s body.

The young woman had the gift of being extremely ticklish and it didn’t take much for her to be in a fit of giggles from Jonah caressing her. This usually led to a tickle fight till one of them was on the verge of peeing themselves. Somehow his fiancee managed to get the upper hand and it was poor Jonah who had to use the bathroom. Managing to squirm his way out of her clutches, Jonah ran like a bat out of hell down the hall and into the bathroom.

When he came back he realized how late it actually was, thank God it was Saturday and not Sunday night. Right after looking at the clock on the microwave he yawned, setting off a chain reaction of yawns between the two. The couple decided to call it a night, Sarah turning off the system in which she was playing Netflix from and the TV. She could continue watching the movie tomorrow when she wasn’t so tired.

Jonah held onto her as they slowly made their way to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Unaware of the surprises the morning was going to bring him…

***

Amanda lowered herself down onto the couch slowly and deliberately. She eased back and shifted her back until the pillow finally hit the spot where it felt like her nerve endings were on fire.

“Come on in there...you need to move before you kill your Mommy before we even get to meet” Amanda said as she put her hands on top of her taut tummy. She exhaled noisily and brought her feet up off the floor and put them out in front of her.

She thought back on the last six months; six months of misery to Amanda. It all started with what she thought was the worst case of food poisoning she ever had. Days of throwing up had taken her to the Doctor’s office, where she learned that she had something more than an upset stomach.

Her pregnancy had been laundry list of everything that a pregnant woman dreads: Morning sickness, spotting and bleeding, bloating, swollen ankles and wrists, back pains, heartburn and not getting a single night of good sleep.

Amanda looked at the project on the coffee table before her and shook her head. She was quite artistic and was writing out wedding invitations in calligraphy but all the invitations sat in a pile waiting to be stuffed into envelopes and mailed.

That was a job that her fiance Dylan had promised to do.

Dylan wasn’t a bad guy, but he still had a lot of growing up to do.

They had been dating for two years when Amanda told him the news of his impending fatherhood. They had decided to get engaged and get married and for awhile, Dylan was all in. But as the weeks went on, Dylan had found more and more excuses to be scarce around the house. Working extra hours gave way to softball leagues and helping out a friend do some repairs on a house. Amanda had heard them all and had dismissed them all with a sigh and a shake of her head.

Amanda closed her eyes; she ran her fingers through her hair and lifted it off of her neck. She was feeling warm again but at least the baby had shifted so it was no longer pinching directly on a nerve. The invitations would wait another day she thought as she began to get up off the couch to go to bed.

Amanda stood and took an extra second to make sure she was steady. She made her way down the hall and into her bedroom where she slipped under the covers exhausted. She was vaguely aware of hearing Dylan come in some time later and she felt him scoot in behind her. She took particular note that his hand never came over to touch her or the baby.

Amanda shut her eyes against the world, unaware of the surprises that the morning held for them…

***

Jonah woke up groggier than usual, something just felt really off but he couldn't really put a finger on it. He felt Sarah shift on the bed so he curled up close to her, at least who he thought was Sarah. Something felt really off, for one he couldn't feel the gentle kicks of their baby or her breasts which he usually ended up playing with while they laid in bed.

He kind of noticed he wasn't as close to the sleeping person next to him. There was something in the way and it was annoying him. Jonah pressed himself harder against the sleeping forms back, making them stir.

"Ow... Don't be so rough Amanda, trying to sleep over here." the sleeping form said.

Jonah's eyes lit up as he quickly pushed himself away from the sleeping form.

"What the fuck Mandy? Do you really gotta act like an ass this early in the morning?" the person yelled as they tore the covers off them and sat up on the edge of the bed. "I'm going to take a shower, you do... whatever."

Jonah had moved the covers off him and immediately noticed something was definitely wrong. For starters there were two large lumps on his chest that had shifted and were just hanging off him like they were attached. Then there was the fact his stomach looked like he put a basketball under his shirt to pretend he was pregnant.

Then there was the fact he couldn't feel his twig and berries in the rather soft comfy pair of underwear he was wearing. Shifting once again and feeling everything move scared him even more. His hair ended up in his face, making him grab quite the handful and freaking out.

If it weren't for the sudden bout of nausea, Jonah would have continued freaking out. Quickly getting to his feet, he rushed towards the sound of the water coming out of the shower head through a door that seemed familiar to him. Opening the door, Jonah found the white throne already open and ready for him. Within seconds of reaching the toilet he started throwing up whatever was in his stomach at that time. When he had finished, he pushed down on the lever and heard the man in the shower yelling as the water got super hot.

“Jesus fucking Christ Amanda! You know better than to flush the toilet when someone is showering!” the man screamed.

Jonah could see the silhouette of the person dancing around in the shower and still yelling at her for flushing the toilet. He stood up with a lot of help from the toilet itself, his feet felt very swollen and achy which was not something he liked. When he found himself able to keep his balance without feeling like the world was spinning, Jonah walked over to the bathroom mirror that had fogged over. Using his right hand, he cleared enough of the mirror to finally see his reflection.

***

Amanda began to wake up as light came through the window shades and dance across her face. She took in a deep breath and held it before exhaling slowly. She felt good; she didn’t detect any imminent aches or pains and while her breathing had gotten shallower as the baby grew inside her, this morning, she took in several more deep cleansing breaths.

She burrowed her head in against the pillow and reached for the hand that she felt draped over her shoulder. She laced her fingers in thinking “he’s only affectionate when he’s asleep anymore...and he needs to cut his nails”

Amanda felt Dylan stirring behind her, trying to get closer before she felt the baby kick. The kick felt different though, like it was in her back. Slowly, she dropped her left hand which had been lying flat against her thigh down to her belly.

Amanda opened her eyes when her hand came down against the mattress and she felt only sheets. She pulled her hand back until she finally felt it contact with her body. “What the…” she thought as her hand began to move around her flat stomach. “I’m dreaming” she thought. Her hand ran up her flat chest as the figure behind her shifted with a great effort to get up and out of the bed.

“I can’t believe I have to go pee again” she heard a female voice say behind her as footsteps could be heard going away from the bed.

Amanda flipped onto her other side with surprising ease and speed. Her eyes widened in surprise and shock as she watched a woman walk away from the bed and enter her bathroom. She couldn’t see her face as she never turned before she shut the door.

Amanda opened her mouth to confront this stranger who had just left her bed. Her words though got caught up in a throat clearing cough as she sat up and realized that something was very wrong this morning.

Amanda looked down and nearly screamed. She clamped her hand over her mouth and as she dragged her hand downward, she swore that she felt hair and stubble brushing against her hand.

She still wanted to scream though as she began to take in what she was seeing beneath her very own eyes. Her right hand slapped at a flat bare chest and flat stomach. She was wearing only boxer shorts and she could see a distinct lump in the front of them. “I have to be dreaming” she rationalized. “I look like a guy”

She kicked off the covers, taking in long muscular legs covered in dark hair. She took her hand off her mouth and grabbed for her hair. Instead of feeling the soft long hair she was used to, she made it all the way back to her scalp before rubbing short cut, bristly hair.

Hearing the toilet flush, Amanda spun on her hip to face the door. It opened and a naked pregnant woman emerged.

“Good Morning Jonah” she said.

“What...Jonah?” she replied.

The woman got a confused look on her face before she laughed and tossed her nightgown into a clothes hamper and walked to the dresser. She pulled out fresh panties and said “You obviously need to go back to sleep...but since I’m up, I’m going to go ahead and shower”

She smiled as she glanced over her shoulder at Amanda and proceeded back into the bathroom.

As the door closed, Amanda heard the woman chuckle and say “Go back to sleep; you look like you woke up in the middle of a bad dream”

Amanda was speechless. She stood up and took in her surroundings: The room looked the same and yet it was...off.

She saw the dresser across the room and the mirror that stood above it. Amanda slowly made her way around the bed, curious, afraid, and anxious to see what she would see in the mirror. “I have to be dreaming” she mumbled out in a low voice.

***

Jonah saw himself in the mirror and panicked, staring back at him was him but yet it wasn't. The scared face staring back looked like him but maybe if he was born a girl instead of a boy, in fact he could probably say he looked like a sister he never had. That still didn't explain the big tits and belly attached to him.

His mind was in a whirl as he finally let loose a scream and fell back against the wall behind him. Dylan immediately stopped the shower and looked out from the beige curtains.

"Amanda? Are you alright?" Dylan asked, very worried as he grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around his waist. Stepping out of the shower, he walked over to his wife who was sobbing and holding her belly in both hands.

"What happened to me...?" Jonah said in between sobs as she ran her left hand over her assets. She looked over and saw the man for the first time, he reminded him of his fiancee Sarah, if she was born a guy.

"W-who are you...?" Jonah asked, searching her brain for an answer.

"It's me, Dylan. Are you sure you didn't hit your head when you fell against the wall?" Dylan asked as he looked up at the wall and back to her.

"I'm a woman... And I'm pregnant...? I-I don't understand,"

"Hon, do we need to go to the doctor? You're starting to really worry me. You've been pregnant the last six months."

As soon as Dylan finished his sentence it Jonah like a ton of bricks, this was some weird dream where he was pregnant while his fiancee was the man in the relationship. At any moment he'd be waking up and go on about the day as if none of this had ever happened. He wasn't very comfortable having the almost naked man who looked like Sarah crouched in front of him, especially when the towel looked like it was about to fall off at any moment.

"Hey, Amanda are you in there? Do I need to drive you to the hospital? I know I've been gone a lot but this better not be some sick joke you're playing." Dylan said, a hint of anger in his tone as he was doing his best to show he truly cared.

"I-I'm fine... I think. Thank you." Jonah replied, his mind still reeling as he tried to stand back up.

Dylan helped her back up, in the middle of it his towel had finally fell off leaving him stark naked in front of Jonah. He just happened to get a good look at the man's junk and his face turned a bright red as he looked away. Dylan’s eyes had followed his and tried not to laugh.

“Hey it’s not the first time you’ve seen these goods,” he joked as he continued to help her up.

Now standing up, Jonah tried to take a deep breath and found himself having quite a bit of trouble and settled for smaller breaths that didn’t feel like her lungs were going to burst. The man standing next to her rewrapped the towel and told her she should probably go and lay back down on the bed, assuring him that he’d be back as soon as he finished drying off and getting some clothes on.

Jonah tried to speak, trying to question everything but no words came out as she was led out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Right as he turned around to protest the door had just closed, leaving Jonah to himself once again. Looking around the room, he took note that it looked vaguely familiar, quickly coming to terms that it looked like the bedroom he had shared with Sarah for the last couple years. On the one wall was the big dresser that Sarah “had to have” because it had this big vanity mirror.

Maybe it was because he still thought this whole thing was a dream but Jonah could have sworn he saw a slight wavering in the mirror. Hesitantly walking over to it, he saw himself once again and cringed at how terrible he looked, a big pregnant mess. Grabbing his two breasts he lifted them up and let them fall, the sensation almost knocking the air out of him from how painful it was.

Holy crap these are not only freaking huge but super sensitive, he thought. Sarah’s were never this huge…

As he tried to control his breathing again, his feet started to feel like they were walking on a line of hot coals, so he sat down on the edge of the bed. His feet just barely touched the ground as he scooted back some, just enough so he could see himself in the mirror. Staring at his reflection, Jonah started to see the image start to waver and become a bit distorted. As he stared in a mixture of shock and wonder, he could have sworn he heard a familiar voice, his voice.

***

Amanda stagger stepped her way closer to the mirror thoroughly confused. The woman in the shower...she looked like a female Dylan now that she thought about it. Nothing was making sense to her at all. “This is the weirdest dream I’ve ever….Holy Fuck!” she said as she finally reached the mirror.

Amanda’s eyes widened in shock and horror. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs; her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Amanda’s mind reeled to take in the reflection. There, in the mirror, was a man that looked a whole hell of a lot like her. “What in Fucking Christ’s Glory in going the fuck on here!”

Amanda slapped at her chest “Where are my tits? What the fuck happened to my fucking body?” Horror crossed her face “Where’s my baby?”

Amanda grabbed at her flat stomach and sides, groping for any sign of her baby and her pregnancy. “I’m not a guy...how the hell can I be a guy?”

As her hand ran down her stomach though, she hit the waistband of a pair of boxer shorts. Closing her eyes momentarily, bracing herself for what she would find, she slowly opened her eyes and pulled out the top of the shorts. “Oh...oh...oh…”

Her right hand went inside and at first contact, she yanked it back as if it had been bitten by a snake. “I have a dick. I have a dick on my body. On. My. Body” She reached back down and ran her hand over it and cupped her testicles. “Oh God that feels so weird”

Amanda looked back into the mirror, shaking her head and taking in the sight of her masculine face. “How in the hell did this happen?” she looked around and heard the shower and thought of the pregnant woman in there right now: A woman who had called her Jonah and hadn’t acted like anything was wrong in the least. “Who am I?”

Amanda cautiously walked to the bathroom door and opened it up a crack. She heard a soft feminine voice lightly singing behind the curtain. Her eyes focused in and she took in the silhouette behind the beige curtain. There was no denying that this woman was pregnant, at least as far along as Amanda had been.

“Is that you Babe?” the woman behind the curtain called out.

“Uh...yeah” Amanda said shakily. “It’s me…”

“Are you feeling okay”

“Um...no: I’m not really feeling that good today” Amanda replied as she kept her distance.

“Well go lay back down then...we don’t have anything really planned for today. Just go take it easy”

Amanda turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

As Amanda stood there, she heard the sound of a woman’s scream. “What was that?” she wondered and turned back into the bedroom. It was weird but she thought she heard the scream coming from the mirror above the dresser.

Amanda cautiously walked up to the mirror; she thought she heard voices on the other side that sounded too familiar. She thought she heard Dylan. “Dylan is that you” she said out loud.

The mirror seemed to shimmer and shift before her eyes. “Whoa” she said but she put her hand up to the mirror.

As Amanda touched the mirror, it wavered and the image swam and swirled around. The image that she saw when it cleared caused her to grip the dresser with all her might just to stay upright.

When the image cleared, she found herself looking through and what she saw was her. Amanda saw herself sitting on the edge of the bed; pregnant and confused. “You…”