A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood - Part 5

 

After breakfast, Rob headed upstairs to shower. I sat with the baby—Alvin—watching him smash another banana slice with surprising force.

“Hey, buddy,” I whispered, my voice barely above the hum of the refrigerator, "Guess it's just you and me now."

Alvin babbled, drawing my attention back. He was looking at me with curious eyes. Did he sense something was different? Could babies tell when their mother wasn't really their mother anymore?

I looked out the window towards my house. I could just see my backyard from here, the swing set where I'd been playing with my own child just yesterday. It looked peaceful, normal.

I was irrationally paranoid of my wife could seeing me here like this. In Maggie’s incredible body.

I realized I had been in too much shock to explore it yet.

I adjusted my tank top, feeling a jolt at the softness of my skin, the sensitivity beneath. I ran a hand over my stomach, down the curve of my hip, feeling the difference, the disorienting and exhilarating strangeness. I let my hands explore, cautiously at first, then more boldly.

"Wow," I breathed, unable to stop myself.

Part of me wanted to never give this up.

The thought made me feel sick with guilt. Could I really do this to my family? Could I just abandon my old life, slip away into Maggie's world and never look back?

“Looks like you have a new mommy now, Alvin,” I whispered, squeezing her breasts, still sore from nursing.

What if I wanted to stay this way? Was that really so terrible? The softness of Maggie’s skin, her body—it was like living in a fantasy. Could I ever let it go?

I moved my hands up, cupping them again, feeling their weight and fullness. The pleasure was intoxicating, and guilt battled it hard, turning in my gut. Did I want this more than I wanted my old life?

I was ashamed to think the answer might be yes.

My breath shook as I grazed the mound between my legs. It was smooth and so different. My heart raced at the thought of exploring it further.

I heard the water shut off upstairs. I pulled my hands away, heat rising to my cheeks.