"I can't believe you wore that outfit to work today," Allison huffed, crossing her arms as she paced the bedroom.
I glanced down at the form-fitting dress and heels I was wearing, "What's wrong with it? It's one of your favorites."
"Exactly! It's mine, and it's... it's too sexy for the office. You're drawing way too much attention to yourself."
I rolled my eyes, "Come on, Allison. I'm just dressing how you normally would. Plus, I'm pregnant now - I want to show off the bump a little."
"I saw the way you were looking at that guy at the grocery store," Allison accused, her voice tinged with jealousy.
"Are you serious right now? I was just being friendly."
"Being social is one thing, but you were practically flirting with him!" Allison retorted, her face flushed with anger.
"I was not flirting," I said firmly, "Why the fuck would I be flirting with another man? Or anyone for that matter?"
“Please. I know what it’s like to be a beautiful woman.”
I scoffed, raising an eyebrow, "Are you saying you don't trust me in your body?"
Allison sighed, running a hand through her short hair - my hair, "It's not that I don't trust you, Gabe. It's just... you don't understand what it's like. The constant attention, the looks, the comments. It can be overwhelming."
"I understand perfectly well," I retorted, my voice rising, "I've been living in your body for months now. I know exactly what it's like to be ogled and hit on constantly. But that doesn't mean I'm going to act on it!"
Allison's shoulders slumped.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, "I guess I'm just... jealous. Seeing you in my body, looking so beautiful and confident. It's hard not to feel a little insecure."
I softened at Allison's words, realizing how difficult this must be for her too. I walked over and took her hands in mine.
"Hey, I get it. This whole situation is crazy and confusing for both of us. But you have to know that I only have eyes for you, no matter what body I'm in."
Allison nodded, squeezing my hands. "I know, I'm sorry for overreacting. It's just so strange seeing you as me, living my life."
"Trust me, I know the feeling," I chuckled. "But we're in this together, right? No matter what happens, it's still us underneath it all."
She smiled, pulling me into a hug. As we embraced, I felt a flutter in my stomach.
"Oh!" I gasped, placing a hand on my growing bump.
"What is it?"
“I think I can feel it moving!”
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