Christmas had come and gone, and Allison and I were still in each other’s bodies. It was strange, to say the least, but we were getting used to our new lives. We spent most of our days trying to navigate each other’s routines, from work to household chores. And we had become quite a team.
I was standing in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth before bed when I noticed something peculiar. Allison’s normally flat stomach seemed to have a slight bulge. I lifted up my shirt and turned to the side, examining myself in disbelief.
“Gabe!” Allison called from the bedroom, “Is that a baby bump I’m seeing?”
I quickly pulled down my shirt and walked into the bedroom.
“I think so,” I replied.
Allison's eyes widened as she came over to inspect my midsection. She gently placed her hands on my stomach, a mix of wonder and concern in her expression.
"Oh my god, it's really happening," she whispered, "You're... I mean, I'm... we're really pregnant."
I nodded, still in shock, "Yeah, I guess we are."
The reality of our situation came crashing down on us. We had been so caught up in the novelty of our body swap that we'd almost forgotten about the pregnancy. Now, it was impossible to ignore.
Allison’s breasts, too, had continued to swell since the swap, and now they were noticeably larger than before.
"How does it feel?" she asked softly, “I mean, I’ve never been pregnant before, either…”
I placed my hands on my stomach, feeling the slight swell beneath my fingers.
"It's...strange," I admitted, "There's this constant awareness now, like my body's not entirely my own anymore. Which I guess it isn't, in more ways than one."
Allison nodded, her expression a mix of awe and concern, "I can't believe I'm missing out on experiencing the pregnancy firsthand. But at the same time, I'm relieved to not be dealing with the physical discomfort."
"Oh trust me, there's plenty of discomfort," I chuckled, "The constant need to pee, the back pain, the mood swings. Not to mention how sensitive my—your—breasts are getting."
Allison reached out and gently cupped my breasts, a look of fascination on her face. I winced slightly at the touch.
"Sorry," she said, quickly withdrawing her hands, "I forgot how sensitive they can be."
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