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Flinging the door open, I turned to the mirror and gasped in horror when I saw myself. I was wearing a nightie, one of Maggie’s nighties. My belly was sticking out, just like hers. I quickly lifted the fabric, thinking maybe she played a practical joke on me. But there in front of me was a gigantic belly sticking out. I yanked down the top, staring at what looked suspiciously like Maggie’s breasts.
I stumbled back into the door, shaking my head rapidly. What the hell was going on? I waddled back into the bedroom over to Maggie’s side of the bed and shook her awake.
“What? I’m trying to sleep.”
“Maggie, you have to wake up.”
She flung off the covers, kicking them away. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at her naked man-chest. She had the face of Maggie and the strawberry-blonde hair, but the rest of her was…a man’s body. She was even wearing my boxers. As she laid there pretty much passed out to the world, I lifted the top of the boxers, taking a look at what was inside.
I slapped my hand over my mouth, letting out a little squeak. She had my dick on her body. Shaking my head, I ran out of the room and down the hall. Bypassing all the kids’ rooms, I made my way downstairs and flung the front door open. I ran outside, needing to get to Reed Security. But as I ran down my driveway, I had to stop and take a deep breath. I had a stitch in my side and pains under my rather large belly that felt like my tendons were stretching.
“What in God’s name is going on?”
“Cap?” I heard from somewhere around me.
I looked around quickly, wondering who was there. Peeking out from behind a bush was Hunter.
“Hunter? Why are you hiding behind a bush?”
“For the same reason you’re out here in a nightie,” he hissed.
“What are you talking about?”
His head shot up as he scanned the area, then crept out from behind the bush. He was wearing a pink tank top with really short, frilly pink shorts. And his tits…
I pointed at his chest. “You have them too!” I gasped.
“Do you think I don’t freaking know that? What the heck is going on?”
I noticed a slight rise in his voice, almost a girly tone. Did I sound like that too?
“I have no idea! I just woke up like this,” I said, waving a hand down my body. “My back is killing me and I’m carrying around what feels like a toddler in my belly. My feet hurt and I really just want to throw a grenade,” I whined.
“Cap!” I looked over my shoulder to see Sinner running toward us. His boobs were bouncing all around the place. He was wearing something similar to me, except he wasn’t pregnant. Why was I the only one who was pregnant? He was panting by the time he got to us, and bent over to catch his breath, giving us a great look at what was underneath his nightie.
“Would you stand up? You’re showing us your tits.”
“These aren’t my tits,” he said cupping them. “I don’t know who they belong to, but I woke up like this! And where’s my dick?”
“Hey,” I snapped. “At least you could see you didn’t have one. I don’t even know.”
“Do you want me to look?” he asked.
“No!” I shouted. “God, I’m so hungry. I need something to eat.”
“I think we have bigger things to worry about right now,” Hunter shouted. “We have women’s bodies. Our wives have dicks, and worst of all, my kids are asking me to take care of them!”
I ran a hand over my face, trying to think of something to do, but it was like my brain was on the fritz. I couldn’t even put together a coherent thought. “Okay, what would old us do?” I asked.
“Get the machine guns,” Sinner said.
“Go fuck Lucy.”
“Get a grenade,” I added, slapping a hand over my mouth. My eyes widened as I stared at Sinner and Hunter. “Oh God. I’ve turned into Freckles!”
Hunter shook his head, swallowing hard. “No…this isn’t…” He glanced around wildly.
“Wait,” Sinner snapped his fingers. “If we have their bodies, that means we can do anything we want.”