I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. The sight of Courtney looking back at me was at once exciting and terrifying. I was excited to see this gorgeous creature, see her naked, gaping, and just oozing of that look a woman has after hot sex. But I was terrified to know that I was her now!

This was impossible. I was dreaming. It could not be real. No way! But try as I might, I could not wake up. I suddenly really had to pee, so I went to the bathroom. I pulled up the lid, stood there, and reached down to my crotch. But of course, I didn't stick out down there anymore. I went *in*. I had to put the seat down, and for the first time in my life, pee like a girl did.

I felt all gooey and icky down there, so after I wiped up, I decided to take a bath. I filled the tub with hot water, and poured in a scented bath oil that was sitting in the corner of the tub. I eased in, and felt the warm water all over. It felt relaxing and wonderful! I slid down further. I was short enough for the first time since I was 12 years old, to be able to be in a tub without having to bend my knees.

I looked down to my toes, and saw the tips of my breasts protruding from the water. I just had to touch the nipples, and feel them with my hands. That was the first time I really noticed my little hands, with their perfect nails. I had felt a sense of loss from what had changed in my crotch. But somehow, noticing my little hands made it really sink in. I really was a girl now!

I drained the tub, dried off, and found a nightie to put on, since I felt chilly. I put a hand towel over the wet spot in the bed, laid my pretty little head down on the pillow, and fell right to sleep.

* * *

The next few days were utter chaos. I hoped to wake up and be myself again, but that didn't happen. I was still Courtney. The first time I put on clothes, I felt so strange looking through her drawers and in the closet. I felt guilty for poking around in someone else's closet. But it wasn't someone else's anymore, it was mine now.

She didn't seem to own *anything* that wasn't sexy. I didn't want to go around in a dress, or in short shorts, or a skirt! I was overwhelmed at this change, and wearing "hot babe" clothes didn't help any. But it was all she had. I settled for a black skirt and a white top that covered enough that I could wear a bra. I didn't like the feeling of the straps digging into my skin, but I liked even less the feeling of my breasts swinging, bouncing, and jiggling as I moved.

So here I was, looking in the mirror, at a hot babe. And I was her. I was dressed in sexy clothes. Even without makeup, I was seductive and alluring. I decided to play around with her makeup, since she had always worn it. It took me ten tries before I looked like anything other than a cheap slut. It was hard to put on! I gave up on it, and went to the kitchen.

I just didn't feel like eating. I was sick to my stomach. All morning I had felt that way. I had to run to the bathroom, and vomited a little. I felt so tired! I felt dizzy. It was just too overwhelming being a woman I guessed. I had to sit down.

I decided to watch the TV to kill some time. I flipped through the channels, until I found a film on HBO. In it, a mother had just given birth. I saw her hold the newborn baby in her arms, and something within me just melted. I had a sudden urge to hold a baby too. I picked up a doll from the nearby table, and cradled her in my arms.

I needed to do something. Suddenly, I realized what it was. I needed to make a room for a baby. I didn't know why, but I just did. Just seeing that little one on TV triggered some maternal instinct in me. Before I knew it, I was writing out a shopping list for a nursery.

I grabbed my purse, put on the shoes by the door that she...or I...had kicked off last night. I went to a specialty store, and began buying things for baby.

After I got home and unpacked the things, I wondered why I had just done that. It was afternoon now, and I felt fine. The nausea of the morning was gone.

That's when it hit me. Morning sickness. I had been feeling morning sickness! I rushed to the internet, found a site for expecting mommies, and looked at the symptoms. Oh no! I had morning sickness! That meant that I was pregnant! I felt like I was going to faint. I had to lay down.

* * *

And so it went for the next few days. I had huge swings of emotion. One moment, I felt so alive, so free! I was pretty, I was a woman, I was beautiful! But then the next moment, I felt fat. I felt ugly. I felt alone and unwanted. I never felt such strong emotions before, and going from one extreme to the other was a roller coaster which I wasn't prepared for.

I took a nap, and dreamed that I was in my third trimester. I dreamed that I was putting my hands on my enlarged belly, feeling my baby kicking inside me. I smiled.

I woke up wet from sweat. What a nightmare! But a feeling a dread came over me as I realize that it was only a matter of time before my dream became reality. I was pregnant, and it was only a matter of a few months before I would become like that.

What was I going to do? Who could I go to? How could I tell a friend of mine "Hi, I became Courtney the other day". I started to cry.

But out of the blur of my tears, I had the seed of a thought. I had become her by having sex with her. What if I had sex with someone? Would they become her then? Would that free me to become who I really was again? It seemed like my only option.

I had a friend who was a nice person, but shy and quiet. He never scored with the babes because he was so quiet. I decided to pay him a visit.

I went through my closet, and found a sexy black dress. I put on high heel shoes, and worked my makeup and hair as best I could. Then I grabbed my purse, and headed out the door.

* * *

Ned opened the door, and was very surprised to see a hot blond chick standing there.

"Hello Ned" I said, trying to be sultry.

"Um..hello Ma'am" he replied.

"Courtney" I said, extending my hand.

He shook it, and invited me in. He sat down on the couch, so I sat right next to him. I took his hand, and put it on my knee.

"Uh...what is this about? Who are you?" he said.

"I am your new lover" I replied. I moved his hand up to my thigh.

Even a shy guy didn't need too many clues. Soon, he was making progress towards groping me, all on his own. At first, I recoiled a bit, repulsed at the thought of a man touching me. But I had to do this. I just concentrated on my new body, and let the sensations of being gently touched fill me. I closed my eyes, and let him have his way.

It wasn't ten minutes before we were naked in bed. For a man who didn't have any girlfriends that I could recall, he seemed to really know his way around a female body. He must have been reading books or something, because he knew how to touch me in all the right places to get me going. I could not believe it when I started to get wet inside. Or that I willingly laid on my back, and let him penetrate me.

He made me come within minutes. As he pumped me, the waves of orgasm swept over me again. Perhaps not quiet as intense as the first time I had felt them, but 1000% percent better than any orgasm I had as a man. And the best part: multiple orgasms! This was so wonderful!

I felt the splash as he came inside me. He pulled off, and rolled over. I felt cold and alone for that moment, and had an inner need to just hug and snuggle. I wanted the closeness. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

* * *

When I woke up, I realized that having sex had not helped. I was still Courtney, and I was still with Ned. But there was something else. This experience had changed me somehow on the inside. Because for the first time since I became her, I didn't have an overwhelming feeling that I was in the wrong body. For the first time, I felt like this was where I belonged.

I didn't feel that I was me, but in Courtney's body. No, it was like I was me, and the body I was in was the correct one. I was Courtney, and she was who I was inside. Perhaps I had always been her, and being a man had been the dream. Even thought it was just a few days ago, it seemed like ages ago. And I didn't know if I *wanted* to go back now.

I touched my tummy, and imagined the tiny spark of life that was growing within me. Ned didn't need to know that I was already pregnant. He didn't need to know that he wasn't the father. He was honorable, and as soon as I told him a month from now that I was pregnant, he would propose to me. We would have a rich life together. I would move in with him, because he had a house, and I just had an apartment.

The way he had looked at me, I knew that he was in love too. And in the weeks and months that ensued, our love has kept growing. So now as I sit here, my hands on my tummy, feeling my baby kick, I can only smile. I like how my boobs have swollen up even larger than normal. And I know that my tummy will get smaller after I give birth. I look forward to raising my daughter, and bringing a new life into this world.

I am a happy woman. I am about to be a mommy, and I have a wonderful husband. Each day, our love keeps growing deeper.

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