Your night is filled with strange dreams. At first, you are back to being the old you, living in your old house, with your old family. You've just served the family dinner, and are idly chatting.
"We have an announcement," your father says, putting his hand on your tummy. "We're having a baby. You'll have a little baby brother soon, Jessica." She beams, but your mother does not seem very happy.
Another scene. You're still in your old house, in your parents old bedroom. You're wearing a babydoll and no underwear, waiting in exciting anticipation. You can hear your parents outside, arguing. Your mother is not happy that you're in here. Finally, your father has had enough. "Go to your room!" he says to her.
After that, he comes in to your room. You spread your legs, and he climbs on top of you. You can feel him entering you, feel the weight of breasts upon your chest. You look up, and see Peter staring down at you.
The dreams fade, and you slowly awaken to a new morning. You're cuddling against a hard, warm body, your chin against a muscled chest, your hand resting in front of you. His arm is around you, draped over your waist, his other hand cradling the one you're resting on his chest. You press your face down into him, savoring the closeness, inhaling his lovely scent. You feel so calm, so safe, so lucky to have someone like him.
Thinking back on last night, you let your hand trace a trail down from his chest, down beyond his belly button. He is hard again, sporting a solid morning wood. For a moment, you consider waking him up, but for some reason, you decide against it. Let him sleep.
Gently untangling yourself from his embrace, you get up, and tip-toe over to the master bathroom. Sitting down to pee feels strange. It feels both mundane and foreign at the same time. Traces of your lovemaking from the night before can be found between your legs, and you decide to clean yourself up a little bit before leaving.
Tip-toeing back through the bedroom, Peter is only half-covered by the duvet. You let your eyes glance over his body, his tight, muscled, hot, body, and are filled with happiness at knowing he is yours.
Downstairs, still naked, you prepare him breakfast. For your first morning together, you feel like surprising him with breakfast in bed. As you put it together, your thoughts drift to your dreams. There's a conflict inside you, you sense, between the old you and the new you. More than that, there's Carl. You have a weird sense that he's not happy with the arrangement. A fear that he'll want to take it away from you, want to take this perfect life for himself. It's his by right. He was supposed to be Jane, and you were supposed to be Carl.
A month, they said. In a month, it would be safe to redo the procedure and put everything in its place. But a lot can happen in a month. You put your hands on your tummy, thoughtful. If only... if you were with child, they wouldn't... if you were with child, there would be no going back. It would settle the conflict inside your mind, and secure your new life as yours. The thought sends butterflies through your tummy. Yes.
You enter your bedroom with the tray, and gently wake your husband. As he sits up, you place the tray in front of him, and slither up beside him in bed, giving him a loving kiss. Resting against his shoulder, you talk sweetly with him as you eat. When you're done, you put a hand on his hairy chest, and as it slides down towards his crotch, you come with your proposal.
"Honey... what I said yesterday. About wanting you to put a baby inside me. That... that may have been the arousal talking, just then, but I've been thinking..." Your hand is now caressing the skin around the base of his cock, but you're drawing it out, nervous as to his reaction.
"Yes, sweetie?" He says, and you realize you just have to say it, get it over with.
"Peter, I really do want us to have a baby together." You hold your breath in anxious anticipation.
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