Adjustments

Liam thought about Lacey’s trouser snake with more questions in his head than anything sexual. He decided that more research was the next step in learning about what was happening. He consumed himself in it to keep himself busy while lockdown was still in effect. Media had dubbed it simply as “The Swap”, but you weren’t going to see it on TV; more broadcasters had deemed it too indecent for broadcast. That was no object for the hundreds of thousands of videos that washed up on YouTube. Many websites were flooded with amateur videos when the event happened. The Swap was the same for everyone everywhere: an intense, brief and bright flash shone from the groin of people on screen. For a few seconds, people in the videos were confused until they made the discovery. Liam felt sympathy for the poor women that wore tight clothing when it happened.

From what people could guess, anyone at the legal age of adulthood from their native born country was an unwilling participant of the uncanny cosmic shift. This was concluded when a class of Japanese students vacationing in Hawaii had been unaffected. As people dug deeper researching the phenomenon, they had found the reason being that in Japan the age of majority was 20. Iran and Indonesia were hit the hardest, having the lowest age of majority.

A recorded video of a court proceeding in Kansas showed a teenaged young woman being arraigned. The crime must have been particularly heinous as the judge said “The court recognizes that the defendant will be tried as an adult. You understand what that means younglady?” She was silent but nodded her head. In that moment, a flash appeared in her groin and her orange jumpsuit showed the tell-tale bulge of a penis. So, it seems as long as the individual is recognized by the state as an adult, The Swap changes anyone, Liam realized.

With The Swap, one of the weirder changes experienced was that a large number of women had their nipples shrink in size. For the first time in many countries, female toplessness was presented on television to explain what had happened. A video surfaced from the internet of a young couple in Nigeria. The new mother was nursing the baby when The Swap happened. Like thousands of videos Liam had seen before, underneath the clothing, a bright flash emanated from the two people’s groins; the baby was unaffected, as was usual. Stimulation from nursing had caused the woman to get an erection and the baby began to cry as the woman’s nipples began to shrink. As her nipples shrunk down similar to the size of a man’s and milk ducts disappeared, the man’s grew at the same rate. In the span of one minute he now had female sized nipples and milk began to spurt out. Liam could see they were arguing about something, but the language barrier left him in the dark about the subject. They had seemed to come to an agreement as the father grabbed the infant and it began to suckle. No one could make sense of what had happened to the unfortunate women, only concluding that, with men carrying and nurturing the baby, the female's nipples were only used for pleasure.

***

Liam was so immersed in gathering data that at first he didn’t notice Stacey rubbing his arm. She was wearing lounge clothing with her college shirt logo and leggings that left nothing to the imagination. He studied his wife as he could sense something was on her mind.

“So… Babe, you’ve been immersing yourself online for a few days now.” Liam could tell she was beating around the bush. “This penis of yours is always getting in the way. I didn’t realize how high up dicks were on a man’s groin. It’s always getting hard or in the way and I can’t stop thinking about—” Stacey cut herself off, embarrassed. Liam smiled.

“Stacey, you don’t have to be coy with me. I’m your husband, remember?” She glanced over his body looking for something—for what, he didn’t know.

“Have you felt any changes over the past few days?”

He had inspected his body every morning and evening; to the best of his knowledge, nothing changed.

“My body feels normal, all things considered. Why do you ask?” Stacey rubbed his arm again, this time what he thought seemed sexual in nature as she traced patterns along his arm.

“The news said quarantine will end in a few more days, and, well… I was wondering if you wanted to have some fun. Since I got your penis, we haven’t done anything.” Stacey adjusted herself in the chair, and Liam made a slight chuckle. It was interesting to see the ways his wife and Lacey had tried in vain to properly hide their erections. From what he had seen and read online, women’s more outward emotional nature had caused them to have erections frequently. Many posts on forums had women complaining about always popping a boner and missing being horny to themselves. This was opposite for the men, as they now enjoyed the privacy of having erotic thoughts in public.

Stacey had tried her best, but being its previous owner, Liam could see plain as day her hard-on. Looking at the bulge gave him mixed emotions. While he had loved seeing his wife’s rather plump ass stretched in her tight leggings his eyes now met a penis where previously it was flat. He had never been fixated on a penis, before but now that there was one on his wife, confused feelings swirled in his mind. Am I gay for cocks, or did my attraction for her never fade away? The same question lingered in his head since he had seen it between her legs. Many married straight men like himself discussed on forums about the prospect of taking the “female” role during intercourse. While he wasn’t necessarily scared, Liam was hesitant about the shift in dynamics when it came to sex. Liam was lost in thought while looking at his former cock denting Stacey’s clothing. He didn’t notice her slowly inch her way closer until he felt the warmth of her body. He finally came out of his thoughtful haze when he noticed Stacey making her erotic breathing and her grabbing his hand as it rubbed the dent in her leggings.

“Oh Liam, baby, don’t stop. You’re so good at this…” Stacey let go of his hand. Going with the flow, Liam continued giving his wife a handjob. She was fully erect, as he could see through the thin material of her pants, nor was she wearing any panties. Looking upward, like her leggings, Liam could see her nipples erect and poking her shirt. Please don’t shrink. I love playing with them. As if she read his mind Stacey lifted up her shirt and began to play with her nipples. He could feel her cock twitching in his hand as he rubbed them. What the hell? I’m not gay for doing this… It’s mine, anyway. He slid down her leggings, exposing the erect organ at full attention. Liam could hear Stacey moan in pleasure as he stroked it, occasionally teasing the head with his thumb. He took over as he grabbed one nipple with his free hand and sucked on the other with his mouth. Liam knew she was near climax as her penis twitched and spasmed.

Stacey let out a scream as ropes of white fluid shot out her cock. “Oh my goodness, babe,” she panted. “I had no Idea sex felt this amazing for you.” She was quiet for several seconds as she caught her breath. “Next time, we’ll try blowjobs,” she declared in a way that made sure Liam knew it wasn’t a question. Then she kneeled over and kissed him “Want some lunch?”

In another corner of the room behind them, Lacey saw the interaction of the couple. She had tried to look away and knew it was best to leave the room, but… The way Liam handled Stacey’s cock like that. Her mind began to bring up jealous feelings of her sister's marriage. Lacey felt her cock harden with thoughts of Liam as she saw him giving a handjob to the wrong woman.

***

The quarantine that had been implemented more out of sheer panic and confusion than anything else had finally been lifted—other than the obvious changes, there were no ill side effects. Liam, Stacey, and Lacey cheered afterwards. Stacey gave Liam a long heartfelt kiss, and even Lacey approached him. He could feel something poke his stomach as Lacey held on to him. He finished and tried to remove from the embrace, but she held on to his hips. She locked eyes with him as he saw something in her the same way his wife did; before it could be considered inappropriate, she gave him a wink and a kiss on his cheek. What the hell was that all about?

All throughout the day, Stacey made herself busy, from cleaning to a grocery list and everything in between. When an opportunity presented itself, Liam asked what she was doing.

“Just because you are carrying our baby doesn’t mean my maternal instincts stopped. I need to have my nest clean for the baby. People will want to see you more often, especially our parents.” Stacey took a breather and a sip of water. “Oh! Speaking of which, I almost forgot to tell you… They’ll be here this time tomorrow. Lacey is helping me throw an announcement party for us.”

Things got into full swing as the twins readied the house for guests. While Stacey gathered the ingredients for food, Lacey began to clean the house. They worked as a team with a single-minded focus that, to him, seemed uncanny. Whenever Liam offered to help, he was simply asked to move out of the way.

“Stace, I know you're worried about the baby, but let me do something, anything. I feel like I’m a burden just sitting here.”

She looked at him and grasped his hands between her own, her eyes drifting around the kitchen as she narrowed her forehead in thought. “We’re gonna need some things from the store… I can write down a list and send you out.”

Liam, finally glad to have some responsibility, jumped at the chance. “Sure. What do I need?”

***

Like at the hospital, Liam saw very few cars on the highway while he drove to the supermarket. Even though everything is opening up tomorrow, most people must still be hesitant to leave home, he thought.

After picking up a cart, Liam wafted aisle to aisle as he sought out the items Stacey had written down. From the items on the list, he had a rough guess of what his wife was going to make. He lost himself in thought, fantasizing about his wife’s cooking, when he heard a voice addressing him. “Excuse me, sir, would you mind reaching up to that shelf for me?”

“Oh, uh…yeah. What do you need, miss?”

“That cereal, it's my favorite brand. Y-yes, the blue one.” Liam was just tall enough to grasp it without help. As he did so he felt his stomach exposed to the air and he thought he heard a gasp. As he handed the box to the woman Liam could see a hunger in her eyes—the same look men once would give women. “T-thank you, sir. I’ve been craving something like this but haven’t gotten out much lately.” The woman was wearing baggy clothing, but Liam could clearly see the tent bulging her sweatpants. She gave him a wink and walked past him, grinning to herself.

Liam noticed that most of the women in the store wore baggy pants, skirts, or dresses. He concluded that most women didn’t want any imprints of their dicks to be seen—even by themselves, apparently. Leggings, it seems, are no longer fashionable for women.

Looking down, he noticed most of the items were crossed off his list. He thought of some more things that they might need for the weeks ahead and added his own to the paper. Liam could hear several women in a group and pairs talking about The Swap; more than anything, he noticed women were the ones that had adjusted quickly.

One was on the phone. “...Yes, girl, but I keep having to adjust my balls. The worst part is I can’t wear those cute panties I bought. …No no, girl, Robert gave me those huge nuts of his. My tits were bothering me enough before all this… Now I have to buy my man tampons. Can you believe that?” On the other end of the spectrum, most men had a common unspoken brotherhood about them. The Swap had made most men have a mutual understanding to never talk about losing their sacred and only tool of identification between their thighs. Just looking at most of his fellow men he knew that almost on an instinctual level.

Aisle 18 had the last thing on his list and the one thing he thought to never need for himself. Looking up , the hanging aisle sign had been haphazardly altered, with a large, Microsoft Word-esque printout of “MASCULINE” covering up the “Feminine” next to the word “Products”. Masculine products, huh… Liam knew that Stacey would buy both tampons and menstrual pads depending on her flow, so he decided to follow her example. I'm pregnant, but something might happen. Better to be prepared, I guess. He scanned the aisle, looking for anything familiar to him, but came up short. Sighing, the only thing he could remember was the brand but none of what his wife specifically looked for. It didn’t help that a lot of brands were out of stock.

“Ahem. I couldn’t help but notice your face.” Liam turned around to see a woman in the store’s staff uniform of a green shirt with brown pants, waving to get his attention and smiling.

“Yeah… My wife had a particular brand, but for the life of me, I can’t remember.” He could see the young woman chuckle, trying her best to contain her laughter. “What?” he asked, trying to understand her amusement.

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s just… Between you, the other male customers, and the men in my own family, all of you have that same look on your face. I haven’t gotten used to it yet, and… Y’all just make me laugh.” She laughed for a few more seconds and exhaled slowly to regain a more professional composure. “Now let’s see about getting you those Masculine products. Goodness that’s still weird to say.”

She asked him what type of conditions his wife may have had, the types of exercise she was doing, and even the job she had. While he spoke Liam saw her typing in an electronic notepad. The young woman looked across the shelves; she reached for a blue box with a name in French he couldn’t even think of how to pronounce. “Hmm… This could be similar to what you might need,” she replied, perusing the packaging.

“Alright, thank you.” Liam was just glad to get out of this unusual encounter. With everything on the list accounted for, he waited in a checkout line. Slowly, it went at a steady pace until he was able to place his items on the conveyor belt to be scanned by the cashier, a large Hispanic woman. Last on the belt was the box of pads; after she scanned it, she stared into his eyes. “I was on mine when The Swap happened... The only thing that I won’t miss now that my coochie is gone.”

Liam sighed, not knowing quite what to say. It did remind him that, within a year, he’d be dealing with periods too.

Ugh.