Amnesia rhymes with...

"Uh..." you groan bitterly, your head aching along with pretty much your entire body. As you open your eyes, you find yourself on the carpet without a trace of clothing on your body. With another glance towards the bed frame, you can see a small speck of blood. Did you fall? Did you stumble? Did you... wait... who are you?

On shaky legs, you first move into a crouching position before carefully getting up on both feet. With a quick look around, you spot a mirror and move towards it to investigate. The person looking back at you... didn't look familiar at all! A young teenage girl? As you move your hand up, so does your reflection. As you take a step back, so does your reflection. It's definitely your reflection, but it just... doesn't look familiar? Something that did catch your attention almost immediately was the intense red color of your labia, something must've really 'excited' you before you stumbled and fell. So if that's the case... it's safe to assume you are in a secure environment at least, right? Girls don't get turned on if they're in danger.

Before you have a chance to contemplate your situation further, the bedroom door swings open and a mature woman peeked inside with a curious gaze. "I heard a noise," she pointed out. "Are you okay?" She looked concerned, even more so after seeing the broken ladder and the damaged phone charger that lay on the ground.

"W-who... are you?" She looks back at you in shock upon hearing those words from your lips, her hand swiftly covering her mouth following a gasp. But then... she relaxes again, with slightly narrowed eyes.

"You forgot...?" -- "Yeah..." she takes a moment to think while you helplessly look back at her, seeking answers to a million questions. "Aw honey, it's all right." She approaches you for a warm hug and it was oddly comforting, as if you truly know her! She's quick to reassure you. "Don't you worry, I'm sure your memories will come back again. I'm your... aunt! Yup. I'm sure you struggle to remember why your body looks so unfamiliar?"

You immediately nod.

"Well, it's kind of a long story... but... you made a pact with a witch, okay?" Again you nod while looking back at her with wide open eyes, clearly you weren't satisfied with such little information.
"... and she... had turned you into a... boy!" -- "She did what? But I'm a girl!" Even with your fuzzy memory, you could clearly feel the weight of breasts on your chest and a gaping chasm between your legs. Those are clear signs of being female.

"Yes, yes... lemme finish, will ya? She turned you into a boy for a few years, but you endured it because in exchange for that, she would turn you into a teenage girl again. Because..." Again she took a moment to think while sitting down on the bed and putting away some of the broken pieces of electronics. She struggled to come up with an answer that made sense. "I got it! Your name is Olivia! You've been married for 30 years but your husband no longer found you attractive, you know? It was harsh for both of you. So the witch offered to turn you back into a teenage girl but only if you manage to tolerate being a boy for a few years. Which you did! You succeeded! You won!" You did? Your heart beats faster in sheer excitement! That's good news! So that's why you are a girl! But that doesn't answer everything...

"I guess you were so tormented by the memories of being a boy, so the witch removed those thoughts for you. But accidentally removed a bit more than that..." It's true, now that your aunt mentions that, you vaguely recall bits and pieces of being a guy... and of your aunt's face. She turns away for a moment and fidgets around with her fingers, before facing you again and holding out a little ring with a diamond on it! "There, that's yours! It's your wedding ring!" You reluctantly reach out to grab it, and slide it onto your finger. Fits perfectly! So you were married, huh... you still ARE married! But a marriage of 30 years? Considering your current body barely looks old enough to be of high school age, that means your 'husband' must be like... more than twice your age now!

"So this body... was my wish? To please my husband?" -- "Yup." she replies with an eager nod.
"And I was the one who decided its age?" -- "Yup! You specifically asked for a body that appeals to your husbands fetishes, and has reached puberty. He REALLY likes the idea of getting a young girl pregnant, so you wanted to fulfill that wish for him! You two are one of the happiest married couples I've ever seen!" Between her hearty giggles and chuckles, it was difficult to follow her words! But with another quick glance at the wedding band around your finger, there was no denying the truth. Still, it was weird to be married to someone you have no memories of.

"Tell you what, I'll explain the situation to him and you can take an aspirin for your headache, okay?" -- "Okay!" It was all a bit much to take in, but... the more you see and experience, the more likely are you to remember a few key memories. Just like how you remembered your aunt's face! It's funny, you can even recall seeing her almost daily... you two must be really close. Maybe that's why you could remember it so quickly? Regardless, you search the nightstand for some aspirin just like your aunt instructed and swallow a couple. A short while later, your headache fades away. Thankfully. The rest of your body is still aching and sore...

Since you can't even remember the house you're in, you simply wait in the same room for nearly half an hour. When you started getting bored, you had a quick look around. There were a couple of porn magazines underneath the bed, which immediately grossed you out! Porn? You also find the trash bin, with multiple crumbled tissues that had the distinct scent of sperm... eww. Whoever's room this is, sure behaves like a disgusting slob.

It takes a while longer before the door opens again and a man steps inside! He was naked! Hairy! Gross! You instantly grab a blanket and cover yourself up! "Who are you?!" His lecherous gaze was all over you, which made you feel even more disgusted. The only saving grace was that he was unable to see your precious vagina or your breasts thanks to your quick reactions to cover up. His following words are what leaves you stunned for a moment -- "Is that a way to greet your husband?"

Oh man, that's awkward. "I guess... no?" You're not sure what else to say. At least your aunt had already filled him in on your recent memory loss and explained the situation, so you're spared that part. It's probably going to take a few days or weeks for the two of you to get to know each other again, refresh your memories and all that. As it is, you have zero recollection of any relationship. "So we're married, huh..." You take another look at him. He had a typical dad-body, with a bit of extra fat around the belly. His stomach and legs were unshaven, which is probably normal for guys, but still... you know. His penis was veiny and grotesque, and just as red as your vag. Like two puzzle pieces that were meant to be together, which is all kinds of messed up!

You can't even begin to think of where to start. With a handshake? A hug? "Ah come on, honey. There's no need to be shy. We can repeat the same thing we did on our wedding night. That will get your memory to come right back I'm sure." There's a quick knock on the door before your aunt steps back into the room, too! It was getting seriously crowded in here! "I think that's a great idea!" she chirped enthusiastically. However to you, the idea of a wedding night... definitely includes sex. And that's the last thing on your mind right now, you needed to get your memories back first. Offering your vagina to someone you can't even remember just feels all kinds of wrong. You defiantly shake your head, while your aunt simply approaches you and pulls the blanket from your grasp! Eeeep!!

"You're lucky!" she points out with a wicked smile. A statement you can't agree with. "I gave your husband a handjob just a few minutes ago, so he's got all the endurance in the world! Wait, she did what? With your husband? You must have a really strange connection with your aunt... "So let's take advantage of that! Since you've got a new body, you also have a really tight pussy, right?" A blush forms on your cheeks before you can even answer! It's none of her business! Or is it? It's impossible to know anything for sure right now! "It's fine you don't have to answer, we both know that you do! So if you can't remember what happened during the wedding night, here's a quick refresher." She grabbed the TV remote and switched the channel to some random documentary... a small display in the corner showed that the video duration is nearly three hours long! Then again, that's probably enough time to talk and get to know each other again.

You're just about to open your mouth to try and start up a conversation, assuming that's the intention, when your aunt wraps an arm around you and guides you into a different position. Stark naked, on the bed, facing the TV screen while resting on all fours like some kind of dog... she then uses her hands to wrestle your legs apart, fully displaying your genitals while your husband moved into position behind you!? "H-hey! This is moving a little fast, don't you think??" You attempt squirming away, but she simply holds you in place. "Oh don't you worry your little head, this isn't for the sake of anything sexual, really." Your husband began to rub his bloated cockhead up and down the length of your slit, gathering what little natural lubrication he could collect. How is this not sexual? Getting penetrated is the definition of sex, and that's where this is headed! You could already feel the fleshy lips of your vag parting each time he pushed even a tiny bit of his mushroom-tip into the receptive opening. The loss of control was unbearable! It was entirely up to him if he chooses to push into that slick hole of yours, or not.

"This is the same thing you did when you got married," she adds in an attempt to soothe your mind. "You know, the vagina is pretty much just a simple muscle. When you're aroused, it becomes all slippery and flexible. It takes the body a good thirty minutes or so before that arousal declines again on its own, and that's when we get to the part that matters!" How does that even make sense? How can something important happen after your body stops being aroused? Your labia begins to part slowly, his bulbous tip sinks into your body and you can feel yourself stretched TAUT around his invading shaft. So this is it. You're having sex. Shouldn't he ask for permission first?? With a steady back and forth, he gradually opens you up and feeds his dick into your loins -- even if you didn't allow him to... every time the discomfort grows unbearable, you flinch and gasp before managing to relax again. So torn between a desire to stop this right now or permitting it for the sake of your 'marriage'... you remain quiet except for a few more gasps, shivers and groans. His dick was WAY over-sized for your young body!

"So after thirty minutes of intercourse, your vagina will attempt returning to its original size and shape, right? Right! So all we need to do is allowing him to stay inside you after that thirty minute limit! It's like wet clay, give it a bit of pressure and a bit of time, and it will take on any shape you want! By the time the documentary is done in a few hours, your vagina will have been forcefully reshaped for your dear husband's magnificent appendage! Isn't that awesome? Your genitals will be a perfect match. Permanently!" It was tough to follow her explanation, you could feel the massive crown of his dick SCRAPING against the tender walls of your vag! It was mind-blowing that he even managed to fit half of that thing inside you! Weirdly enough, you do remember fragments of having had intercourse with him in the past... yet it didn't feel reassuring at all! For some reason, especially the fact that he was inside of your unprotected vagina completely bareback was making you feel nauseous... there was nothing to separate your genitals. Any squirt of pre-cum could already get you knocked up if you're unlucky!

"There's even more good news to that though!" She draws your attention again while your slender fingers grasp the bed sheets tightly. A musky scent began to fill the room. The smell of his dick. And right now, your lady bits were rapidly absorbing that scent and allowing it to mingle with your own... "The longer a man is erect, the more sperm will be produced by his testicles! So if you do manage to last an entire 3 hours, your reward will be a deep insemination with LOTS of sperm! And I do believe you are at the perfect childbearing age!" Ugh... why doesn't any of that excite you? It sounded strange and... gross... yet he kept going, sawing back and forth until the tip of his shaft rudely bumped against your cervix. Ouch! A stinging pain that made your entire body tense momentarily... the entire area was sensitive like a flower...

It's then that he began to slow down even further, lazily stretching you and loosening you up. It was only a matter of time before your vag would lose the struggle and begin to take on that "perfect" shape for his dick. Before you've got a chance to question their request, you feel your aunt's hand reaching for yours and giving it a tight reassuring squeeze. She was so proud of you. You don't even notice the way she kept on recording every second of the act. The way your vagina was changing and adapting, as promised.

With a glance towards the bottom-corner of the TV, you notice that only six minutes had passed so far. Each time your 'husband' pulled back even a little, you could hear an embarrassing squelch emerging from your increasingly sore pussy! What worried you more was each time he pushed in all the way, and his heavy testicles swung against your crotch as if to remind you of their contents...

...a short while later, John's mother returns to her laptop to update the new gallery once again...
"Mom's Family album, entry 7!"

I always thought the saying 'God works in mysterious ways' is just made up, right up until our son hit his head! Now he can't even remember that he will be stuck in his new body if he gets pregnant? BRILLIANT! On top of that treasure, he's now also clueless enough to allow us to do anything we want? If his new body becomes permanent, that vagina will be the very best fleshlight that hubbie could wish for! Talk about a nice Christmas gift! There's NO WAY in heck that John would've allowed this to happen if he didn't hit his head. Awesome!! As of now, 2 hours have already passed. Tick tock, tick tock...