Jess happiness

Four months later, the evidence of that night is written across both your bodies—your belly swollen and round, Gwen's equally prominent beneath her shirts, both of you carrying the offspring of a man who no longer exists.

The 48-hour deadline came and went, and James—arrogant, insatiable James—transformed back into Jess with a shudder and a flash of light, her curves returning, her cock retracting into nothing as she collapsed on the bed between you and your sister, panting.

"Well," Jess said, looking down at her restored body with a wry smile, "that was an education." She ran her hands over her breasts, her flat stomach, her restored pussy, and laughed—a bright, startled sound.

"I've been a woman my whole life and a man for two days, and honestly?"

She looked between you and Gwen, both of you already beginning to show, both of you furious and aroused and confused in equal measure.

"I think I've had my fill of dicks—mine and anyone else's." She leaned over and kissed Gwen softly on the mouth, then turned to you and did the same.

"I'm staying a lesbian," she announced. "But congratulations to both of you on the pregnancies."