Thursday, 31 December 2015

Being my sister.








Michael slumped in his chair trying to get some relief from his aching back as he gently dozed off still not believing that he was now a pregnant woman as he felt the baby kick.

He could not believe in five months time he would be holding a little bundle of joy.

He did not know if it was the extreme pregnancy hormones but he no longer felt any animosity towards his sister for doing this to him.

He could not understand why she got cold feet about being a mother.

She had an attentive and loving husband a nice house and she would never have to work again in her life and as far as he could tell he was good in bed.

So he could not understand why she had swapped their bodies and disappeared.

Leaving him to be the mother of his own niece or nephew as he wanted the sex of the child to be a surprise which may decorating the nursery a complicated affair.

As he struggled to get out of his chair when he heard his husband enter the house from a long day at work and he had not even started dinner yet but he knew his husband would understand as he waddled his way down the stairs.

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