The Worst Day Of Your Life

You sit on the bathroom floor, your hands cover your face as you begin to cry. What am I going to do now, you think to yourself. You’re a woman. Permanently. Not only that, you’re pregnant. Just a little 20-something pregnant slut.

Suddenly, Mark walks in and sees the crying mess lying on the bathroom floor. He kneels down and wraps his arms around you. His embrace is warm, and you feel safe. “David told me what happened. I came back immediately. Everything is going to be okay,” he whispers. You respond by burying your face in his chest, and sobbing even harder.

“What am I going to tell your mother,” you ask him, your soft voice muffled by your son’s chest. “I don’t know,” he responds. You stop sobbing, and look up to see your son’s face. He’s more handsome than you thought. It’s probably because of the hormones from your now permanent female body, but you think he’s really cute.

Mark grabs your hand and gently pulls you up. He leads you back to your bed, and you don’t want to let go. But you do, leaving you cold and empty.

He gives you your wife’s miniskirt and blouse, along with a pair of panties. They are the same clothes that you wore when you first became Alexis.

Mark looks away as you get dressed, and you giggle. “Okay, you can look now,” you say. You give him a little twirl and say, “what do you think?” “You’re beautiful,” he says. You tilt your head and smile. He blushes and takes your hand.

You both silently walk downstairs. You are shocked when you see Tina, your wife, sitting and waiting silently. Your eyes meet and you can see that she is not happy. You look away from her, and stare at the floor as you walk. You sit down on the couch and he sits next to you. He holds your hand, trying to comfort you. You look at him, and he quickly pulls his hand away.