I had never paid much attention to that clock.
I knew it was there since I was little, and my aunt and uncle always told
stories about the time they had brought it home from a holiday at Majorca. But
I never really liked its old-style wooden design, and I was frankly a bit
annoyed by how loudly its bells chimed every hour.
It greeted me as always when my Mom left me at
my Aunt’s living room to spend that weekend at their house. I was looking
forward to this visit since, despite their irritating clock, they had a really nice
place. Also, as I was an only child, I welcomed the chance to be with my
cousins.
Having just turned 11, I thought 13-years-old
Kimberley was very cool. She was close enough to my age to share many of my
interests, yet she also was starting to become a teenager, and her outlook was
very valuable for my own anticipated journey into puberty. I had recently
started to notice boys, so I craved for her advice, and tough she was still
very much a child, just the fact that she had just gotten her first –very
small- brassiere made my cousin vastly superior and cooler to my eyes.
On the other hand, his twin Andy, with whom I
had been close since childhood, was starting to feel somewhat boring to me.
Unlike his sister, he didn’t seem to be maturing at all, and still acted pretty
much like a child in my opinion. But despite that, I still went along with him
fine enough, and he owned some pretty wicked video games, so I was also excited
to visit him.
But it was my aunt Diane who first received me
that day. I also thought she was someone very cool to have as an aunt. Though
she was almost 50, she was jovial and trendy, maybe because she had been a
model in her youth. Her sister –my mom- wasn’t much of a beauty, despite being
over 15 years younger, but people usually said that I had inherited my aunt’s good looks and that I’d probably be a
looker someday. I usually blushed but crossed my fingers wishing that was true.
In turn, Aunt Diane had inherited her looks from the great matriarch of
that side of the family, Grandma Grace. Now, while I had a difficult time
imagining it, that woman, who was over 80 these days, had actually posed for
PlayBoy in the late 1950’s.
Both Grandma Grace and her husband, the very
sick Grandpa Joe, were also visiting that weekend. I was glad to hear that.
Though Grandpa usually remained sleeping at one of the guest rooms, Granny was
a very fun lady to be around, not to mention the best cook I’d met.
The final inhabitant of the house was Uncle
Hal, Diane’s husband, and he arrived home just over fifteen minutes after my
Mom said goodbye and left. My uncle’s entrance was announced by the loud barks
of Tux, their minuscule and recently acquired St Bernard puppy.
We had lunch and the rest of the afternoon was
quite uneventful, and I just had tons of fun at my family’s large house as
usual.
The strange events began before night.
It had been a bleak day from the start, and a
soft rain had started at three, but by five it had turned into a major
thunderstorm. Tux was quite restless, and he kept barking at the water that
poured behind the windows. I regretted that I wouldn’t be able to use the pool
or play outside, but I had to admit it was quite cozy inside the increasingly
darker house.
Around six, we all heard an incredibly loud
booming sound coming from the living room, followed by thunder. We all ran
there to find the remains of the Majorcan clock, shattered over the carpet. It
seemed that somehow it had been struck by lightning; even though nobody
remembered leaving the nearby window wide open, as we found it.
Night was closing in, and the lights flickered
and then turned off. I and the other kids yelled a bit, half-jokingly, but
Uncle Hal found a torch and tried to restore the power. He failed, though. It
seemed like the electrical discharges had fried out the circuits.
Rain was thicker than ever, and it was almost
completely dark by now, so my aunt found a few more torches and candles. Andy
had also made a discovery: even though it was very broken, the clock’s face was
still working, and the minute hand still moved at the proper speed, if a bit
crookedly.
We were also surprised when we found out that
its bell was functional. At seven o’clock, it started chiming as usual. Seven
tolls to announce the time, as loudly as ever.
It was at the second bell that we realized
something was very wrong. Uncle Hal, who had been standing behind the sofa
where I sat alongside Kimberley, made a strange sound, like a soft yell. We all
stared at him in alarm, then panic when we realized what was happening.
At each chime of the clock, my uncle seemed to
get smaller… and after about half of them we realized he was actually getting
younger, turning back into a little boy. He patted his shrinking body panicky,
but by the seventh bell, he was a kid of about seven, dressed in
age-appropriate clothes of the same color he had been wearing.
Of course, there were a lot of shrieks. He
screamed with his high voice, and Aunt Diane joined. Kimberley and Andy,
confused at what had just happened to their father, shouted too. I soon
realized I was also doing so without even realizing it for minutes.
It took us over five minutes to calm down
enough to become articulate again. The new boy was still quite shaken, and he
started crying, but Aunt Diane tried to phone someone –I don’t know if a doctor
or the police-, just to discover the lines weren’t working either.
With her husband in such a state, Aunt Diane
was the only person in the house who could drive, but after much deliberation
she decided not to dare to get out of the house with such a dangerous storm and
poor visibility. And the closest neighbor was almost a mile downhill. We were
simply stuck at the house for the time being.
Hal was starting to calm down and we talked
with him. His memories seemed mostly intact: he knew perfectly well who he was
and what age he should be, though maybe his language had become more akin to
that of a 7-years-old. He also confirmed us that he had forgotten how to drive,
among other things.
In all, that first hour passed quite quickly,
and we were startled yet again when the clock began chiming at eight.
We didn’t think much of it for half a second,
but then we slowly realized that something was happening to Grandma Grace, who
had since joined us in the living room. She was panting, as she quickly became
younger with each of the eight bells.
Her gray hair got honey blonde again, and she
seemed to raise taller as her back straightened. Wrinkles were smoothing on her
hands and face, as her features turned into those of a woman in her
mid-twenties. Her body was back to its prime, again supple and slender. Her
breasts appeared to swell under her blouse, which popped open.
We all looked in fascination as it changed into
a blue swimsuit right out of her most famous photoshoot.
Having seen the pictures was one thing. Looking
at your grandmother standing across the room, breathing hard, turned back into
a vibrant, attractive centerfold model was another. Aunt Diane approached her
mother, again tearing up, though everyone relaxed when she didn’t become any
younger.
After the initial shock, Grandma Grace seemed
very pleased with what had just happened. Even Aunt Diane eventually calmed
down, when she realized that her mother (which was now much younger than her)
wasn’t in any danger and had actually been improved by her transformation.
What really scared us all was that this wasn’t
an isolated incident with Hal anymore. Obviously there was something bigger
going on, and we weren’t sure what it was.
The question in our minds was if the rest of us
would go through similar regressions. My cousins and I were particularly
worried. I definitely didn’t want to be little again.
Except for Grandma, who went to check out her
changes on the bathroom and remained behind closed doors for a while, we all
spent that second hour in a much more restless state, waiting to see if
something else would happen, and who would be affected. We just prayed that the
thunderstorm would diminish so that we could escape the house, but it seemed
stronger than ever.
Nine o’clock. The chimes started again, and we
all instinctively looked around to see who was being affected. We all noticed
Andy was wincing, and we realized something was happening to him.
But my cousin wasn’t getting smaller, like the
other two had. Instead, he was quickly bursting out of his shorts and t-shirt,
as he went through the world’s most accelerated puberty. His arms widened, and
his chest got broader like a barrel. Hair emerged through his body and face, as
his featured hardened into those of a grown man. His attention centered on his
crotch for a while, and then at the ninth bell, it was all over, just as his
clothes reshaped around him.
“Oh, wow,” he said in a deep baritone, looking
at his big hands.
Andy was fully adult now, and looked to be a
middle-aged man of around forty. He was taller and bulkier than his dad had
been, and though he seemed to be quite muscular underneath, he had a slight
layer of fat covering his body, particularly his stomach.
Aunt Diane was at her wit’s end for the third
time, and she hugged her grow-up son with confusion, promising him that
everything was going to be okay. He just excused himself and went away to have
his own time at the restroom.
So now we knew that people could get older as
well as younger, which was slightly comforting to me… until I realized that
could mean I could become an old lady.
Aunt Diane had left for the kitchen to find us
some snacks, so Kimberley and I were left alone in the living room. We barely
spoke, just throwing scared glances to each other. Andy finally came out of the
bathroom and looked at us with a grin in his face.
“This is not bad,” he said. “I guess we’re not
twins any more, Kim.”
“How are you?” she asked.
He flexed his arms.
“I’m a man. It’s kinda awesome. And…” he
lowered his voice and checked that his mother still wasn’t at the room. “My
dick is much bigger now.”
“Ewwwww!” both Kimberley and me said, as he
laughed.
“Also, I’ve got loads of hair everywhere,
except up here, I guess.” He pointed at his head, and we noticed that he was
indeed getting a little bald on the front.
I observed him, amazed at how different he
looked, and I wondered how it felt for him to suddenly be an adult. I also
pondered if that could be my destiny before the night was over.
Aunt Diane returned with a few soda cans and
cookies. She looked apprehensively at Andy again, but at least she didn’t cry
anymore.
“So, Mom, I’ve been thinking…” said Andy as he
sat on the armchair in a very man-like way and he drank his soda. “We should
get out of here before something else happens. I’m pretty sure I can drive us
away through the storm.”
But my aunt wasn’t convinced. Even though Andy
swore he could now drive the truck easily, she didn’t want to hear that idea,
at least while the rain was so heavy.
“Okay, then,” he said. “Then we should at least
throw that clock away. Each transformation has happened when that thing sounds.
I’m sure that’s what’s been causing it. It’s broken and it’s somehow altering
time within the house.”
We all had privately reached that conclusion.
“Be careful!” said Diane as he crouched near
the clock’s wreckage.
Andy reached for it but immediately removed his
hand with a yell.
“Fuck it!” he said loudly. “The damned thing
shocked me.”
“Are you okay? Is it changing you again?” asked
Aunt Diane.
“No, I don’t think so. I’m fine.”
It was five to ten. We all looked anxiously at
the clock’s hands as they moved around. Grandma and Hal had also returned to
watch. Then, ten chimes.
But as we looked at each other, we couldn’t see
anyone changing.
“Maybe it’s over?” asked Hal.
Then we heard the distant wailing of a baby.
“Oh, no, Joe!” said my Grandmother, springing
towards Grandpa’s room with a nimbleness that she couldn’t have summoned just a
couple of hours earlier.
We all followed her and gasped when she opened
the door, even though we were expecting it. Instead of Grandpa Joe, there was a
four months old baby crying on a crib.
Grandma Grace held the baby tenderly and
shushed him, but I just looked around in surprise.
“Where did that crib come from? And all that
baby stuff?” I asked.
“Now that you’ve mentioned it, I haven’t
checked my room,” said Andy.
It turned out that Andy’s room had also
changed, and now looked like one a grown man would have. Gone were his posters
and colorful bed sheets and, regrettably, his video games. But he had gained a
new computer, bigger shoes and clothes, among other things, not to mention his
father’s former degree hanging on the wall.
On the other hand, Hal now had a childish
bedroom in what used to be one of the guest’s rooms, while Aunt Diane’s room
was now that of a single woman, having lost all traces of ever having a husband
there.
Grandma Grace came a while after to tell us
about baby Joe.
“He can’t talk any more, of course,” she said.
“But he’s aware of who he is, and who we are too. It’ll be difficult for him,
but at least he understands and now he’s asleep.”
The rest of us weren’t as sleepy, though.
Despite being past my bedtime, we were all too nervous to go to bed.
“It’s been four of us already. So it’s got to
be one of you three next,” said Andy looking at his mother, sister and me.
Time seemed to fly. Faster than it seemed
possible, it was 11. The clock started doing its thing.
“Aaaaaah!” moaned Kimberley along the first
bell.
Like her brother, she was expanding and
starting to erupt out of her little clothes. She was growing at a rate of almost
a year every time the bell sounded, and it sounded eleven times.
By the third chime, she was already a teenager
in full puberty, and by the fourth she suddenly developed the large breasts
that were a trademark among the females in my family, all in just a quick spurt
that made her arch her back. Her dark brown hair was growing longer as she
became taller, and her face was losing roundness and gaining maturity.
And just like that, my cousin was now a woman
in her early twenties, ecstatically panting on her armchair.
“Mmmm. I feel so good,” she said in a low
voice.
Smiling overtly, she opened her already
unbuttoned blouse to reveal a newly acquired flowery brassiere underneath. She
caressed her cleavage, marveling at the feel of the touch and her long,
polished nails.
I have to admit I felt a pang of envy looking
at Kimberley there, looking so pretty and, frankly… sexy. I found myself
anticipating my own transformation, though I still feared the possibility that
it would leave me at a much less desirable age.
Like her brother, Kimberly seemed very smug
after her maturation. She also spent a lot of time exploring her changed body,
and when she came out of the bathroom, she sat beside me and murmured on my
ear:
“Oh, my God, Jennifer, this is so awesome! I
really hope you can get to be a woman too!”
I shrugged and blushed.
“Anyway, I’m happy for you,” I told her, and
that much was true.
I accompanied her to see her new room. Like
Andy’s, it had been transformed into a bedroom suitable for a young woman. We
marveled at the clothes and makeup, and even more at the tampons.
But time was passing fast and, before long, we
had to rush back to the living room to see the next transformation. It was only
me and Aunt Diane now. I looked at her nervously.
My aunt wasn’t crying anymore, but she looked
shocked. Her husband had turned into a little kid while her young children were
now grown adults. Also, her mother and father had been changed into a young
woman and a baby respectively. I knew it couldn’t be easy for her.
The clock announced the arrival of midnight,
but I didn’t feel anything. Indeed, it was Aunt Diane who was transforming
alongside the bells.
It was clear that she was also getting younger,
though how much wasn’t clear yet. She was leaving her fifties behind as she
regressed back to her prime. By the tenth clock, I realized she was stopping as
a young adult or an older teen at the most, but she surely wasn’t going to
become a child, like Hal had.
Her white pajamas had changed into something a
younger woman would use, a t-shirt and short pants. She looked amazing as she
crouched on the sofa, though, and I understood why she had been such a
successful model in her youth.
“I remember this hairstyle,” she said. Her hair
had become much longer and radiant. “I must be… seventeen again!”
For a 17-years-old, she looked quite mature. He
curves were ripe and her waist slim. I always knew Aunt Diane was a busty
woman, but it never hit me how much until I saw her in this revealing shirt.
There was also the fact that they were perkier and higher now.
“Hey, you were right, this does really feel
amazing,” she said, looking at her adult daughter with a knowing smile. Her
voice was equally youthful; she truly sounded like a girl.
“You look pretty, uhm… honey” said Hal timidly,
not looking quite sure about that last word. It was obvious they couldn’t be a
couple any more.
“I have so much energy!” she enthused. “I feel
positively bubbly! And I can’t believe it, Kimberly… You’re older than me!”
“Not by much, Mom.”
“And you, Andy, you’re old enough to be my
father!”
“I guess I am, Mom,” he shrugged. “Anyway, you
both look… hot.”
Diane giggled. Just a few minutes after her
transformation, her personality changes were already apparent. She wasn’t
worrying anymore, and she looked happy and carefree. She stretched her nimble
body over the couch.
“I guess we should learn to leave like this,”
she said. “Maybe this isn’t so bad.”
“Maybe it’s not, sweetie,” said Grandma Grace.
It was easy for those two to say, I thought,
looking at their curvy profiles. But I still could end up like a frail old lady
or a helpless baby, and that had no appeal at all for me.
Everyone else around me was buzzing, but I
practically didn’t speak at all for the next hour. I was the only one who
hadn’t changed, and thus it was a certainty that I would go next.
I braced myself at one o’clock. Yet, nothing
seemed to happen. I just stood there trembling for a full minute after the
bells had stopped, and everyone just stared.
Since none of us had transformed, it occurred
to us that maybe Joe had changed again, but Grace went to check on him and
informed us that he was still four months old.
“Maybe it’s over,” said Kimberley. “Maybe it
only happened until midnight.”
“Yeah, it can be that,” I said, still afraid. I
was relieved, yet, somehow, strangely disappointed.
Slowly, the house started to get some semblance
of normalcy, taking in consideration what had happened. Kimberley finally had
started to yawn and she went to prepare her bed, while Aunt Diane retired to
take a bath.
Then, about twenty minutes later, we heard
Andy’s deep yell.
“Hey, everyone, you should come here and see
this!”
We hurried to his room and saw what he was
pointing at. Resting on a mat near the door there was an enormous St. Bernard
dog.
“Oh, no, Tux!” said Kimberly crouching besides
her pet.
Tux wasn’t a tiny puppy anymore, but he wasn’t
a healthy adult either. He had grown a lot in size, but also in years, and he
looked old and weak now. It was a sad sight.
Yet, despite the family’s grief for poor Tux,
everyone was looking at me again. I understood why: Now that it was clear that
the dog had changed at one o’clock it mean the strange time shift was still
ongoing. And that I was going to change at two.
There were only about fifteen minutes left for
that. After the brief, fake relief of thinking I had been spared, the fright
had returned with a vengeance. I was more nervous than ever. Trembling, I asked
the others if they minded if I underwent my transformation in private. They
understood and I retired to the guest room I always occupied.
I’ll admit it. I spent most of the first ten
minutes crying in fetal position over my bed. As the time got closer, I managed
to put myself together, though I was still shaking horribly.
Even when I knew my clothes would change too, I
didn’t fancy getting engulfed by them if I got smaller or constricting within
them if I got bigger, however briefly. So I removed my t-shirt and shorts, the
storm still raging behind the windows, the drops tapping the glass like
fingers.
There was no chance to take off my panties,
though, since I heard, with a gasp, the distant bells of the clock coming from
the living room, announcing both that it was 2 o’clock and that my
transformation had started.
I could indeed feel it happening. It was a
sensation like nothing else on Earth. My head was pulling up towards the
ceiling, it seemed, as I was getting much taller. My heart beating faster than
ever, I realized I was getting older and not younger. I just hopped it wouldn’t
be much older.
Unlike Kimberly’s, my very long black hair was
shortening, apparently being absorbed back into my scalp. I could only see it peripherally,
but it was styling differently too, one side growing fluffier and almost
covering my right eye. It wasn’t a style that a kid or even a teenager would
use, so I guessed I was becoming a woman after all. That sent a quiver of both
fear and anticipation through my enlarging spine.
I could notice my facial features shifting. I
saw the changing shape of my nose and I could feel the plumping of my lips. My
arms and legs were elongating, their flesh increasing. My hands aged before my
eyes and my fingernails were covered in red polish.
I wasn’t becoming fat at all, but I did put on
a bit of healthy weight. My midsection got wider, and looked definitely adult.
As my ass started to grow on me, gaining a significant amount of mass, I felt
something changing in the front of my panties too. A tremendous wave of
pleasure went through me, as my vagina journeyed through puberty and got fully
functional. It was nice.
What came next felt even better. Energy was
building on my bare chest and I knew what was about to happen. As I heard the
second chime, humungous breasts sprouted in just one spurt, taking my breath
away and knocking me over the mattress. In just a second, I had gone from
flat-chested to ridiculously big.
As I’ve said, busty women run in the family.
But it seemed that our breasts got bigger every generation. Grandma Grace’s
were large. Aunt Diane’s were huge, or so I had thought. Yet mine were
monstrous immensities, large as my head.
“Oh, fuck!” I said my voice as womanly as my
body. I was surprised by the instinctive profanity, but I quickly checked my
thoughts and realized that they had also matured, just like my cousins’ had.
An enormous black lacy bra covered my new
fleshy orbs (and my panties changed to match it). To me, each cup looked like a
shelter. A later inspection would inform me that I was a 36F. Around me, the
whole bedroom was reshaping, including the bed I was in.
The pleasure I had felt was only now subduing,
and I clenched the sheet, looking for release. It took me a while to be able to
get back on my feet, and when I did, I stumbled for a few seconds due to my new
proportions before feeling perfectly adjusted to them. I suddenly felt
perfectly at home in my new shape, despite the oddity of it all.
“Sweetie, are you okay?” asked Kimberley’s
voice behind my closed door.
“Uhm… yeah, I am. I… got bigger.”
“Oh, I’m glad! You don’t sound too old. I’ll
tell the others you’re fine. We’re waiting for you, but you can take your
time.”
I waited until she was gone and then I turned
around. There had been a small mirror in one of the bedroom’s walls, but now it
had turned into a full length one.
My blue eyes were still there, and something
very faint in my face reminded me of the girl I had been, but I was very
obviously a grown woman. I somehow had the certainty that I was 31-years-old.
It felt right being that age, and it was actually strange to think I had been
only 11 a few minutes earlier.
The recently grown breasts looked as round and
large on the mirror as they did from above, and I once again marveled about the
fact I was now so big there.
My grey t-shirt had been replaced by a short
dress, and I threw it over my head. It was a perfect fit, and its v-neck
highlighted my breasts. I was a bit mortified about my family seeing me like
that, but there was no way to hide them and they would see them sooner than
later. My flip flops had changed into high heeled sandals.
There were a lot of hanging chins as I
reappeared in the living room. Obviously, all eyes were on my chest, and I felt
uncomfortable, if somewhat trying to get used to the idea. Kimberley, Diane and
my Grandma gushed over how great I looked, while I realized I was now older
than all of them. Andy was a bit silent, but I caught him checking me out more
than once.
Trying to ignore the glances, I walked towards
an armchair. My shoes clacked loudly, but I had actually mastered the heels as
fast as I had my new dimensions. My breasts jiggled somewhat, but the straps of
the bra did a good work keeping them in place.
Though we all had transformed now, we agreed to
keep watch until three to see if something else happened, except for Hal, who
fell asleep a while later.
The family had started to get used to each other’s
new looks, but I was still a novelty, so they kept looking. Aiming to avoid
their interest, I took a magazine and read it as we waited. I noticed I was
interested in very different articles than before, including fashion, social
events and cooking.
A short while before 3, the storm started to
subdue and eventually died. When it did, the hands of the clock stopped moving.
Andy looked at the rest of us.
“Do it,” said Grandma Grace.
Holding it carefully and fearfully, he left the
living room. We heard the door opening and him rushing away to throw it beyond
the house. We never saw the thing again.
When three came and went without anything
happening, we knew our bizarre experience had ended. Or just begun, I thought
as I looked down at myself. There was no indication we would ever return to our
regular selves.
Agreeing to finally have some sleep, we
returned to our rooms. I would have looked for a pajama, but I suspected it
would be better to sleep topless. My heavily fortified bra would probably harm
me on bed, and it would be a great time to free myself from it.
As I took it off, I again shook my head in
incredulity when I saw my bare tits, as well as my nipples, which had also
enlarged significantly and darkened slightly.
I was used to sleeping over my chest, but that
was definitely out of the question now. Yet it seemed my body had gained new
habits and lifestyle behaviors, since I slept on my back quite comfortably for
the first time ever, as I had been doing it for years.
We all slept until it was late, but I was one
of the first to be up next morning, which hadn’t been the usual before. When I
walked to the kitchen to prepare a coffee, which I really craved, only Grandma
Grace was there. It was usually Aunt Diane who was up first in the mornings.
“She always slept until late when she was a
girl, and she is again, isn’t she,” explained Granny. “And please don’t call me
“Grandma” any more. Just Grace will suffice. You’re older than me now, uh?”
I was grateful about that request, since it had
felt very weird considering her as my Grandmother since we had changed. Our
time shifts had made it impossible for us to be related that way.
Once everyone was up and we had our breakfast,
courtesy of Grace and me, we agreed to take a drive out of the house to investigate.
Andy took us in the truck, steering it expertly, but we were amazed that there
was no trace of the storm a few yards beyond our place.
The biggest shock came when we realized that
our time displacement was greater than we had suspected. It had been November
2017 the previous night, but suddenly we found out we were in the middle of
February… 2014.
The neighbors didn’t seem to recognize us, nor
did they have any memory of our former selves. As it turned out, neither did
our friends and family. Not even my Mom, who now though she was Grace’s sister,
appeared to remember ever having a daughter. She looked happy and I was still
related to her, so I tried not to dwell on it too much.
After a long discussion, all of us decided that
in order to endure our ordeal successfully, we would need to make some changes
in the family structure.
Andy and I had to become a couple. It was only
logical, since we were the only man and woman of the right age and I wasn’t as
directly related to him as the other girls were. Cousins had married in our
family before, so we didn’t think it would be too weird. It was kind of a
mandatory decision, but we both were willing to try. We got legally married
three months later.
We took Hal as our young son, and Diane as our
teenage daughter. I eventually started to think of them as really mine, and I
think I’m a good mother. Kimberly remained as Andy’s sister, but now she was
his much younger sibling instead of a twin, and “Aunt Kim” to her former
parents.
Grace settled as a cousin from my side of the
family. She took baby Joe as her son, and we all lived together at the large
house.
At first, it was uncomfortable between Andy and
me. Though I didn’t blame him, he had been basically forced on me as my
husband. Things could be worse, though, since at least we discovered a mutual
attraction.
He had obviously been into me since I had
matured, but since my change I had also noticed he was much more handsome than
I had realized when I was a girl. He wasn’t as fit as he obviously would have
been if he had turned a bit younger, and he was losing some hair, but he was
big and strong, and precisely the kind of man who could handle the type of
woman I had become.
Four days after our metamorphosis and
compulsory coupling, we both talked and decided that in order to break the ice
and make our relationship work we should try having sex.
Though of course we were technically virgins,
our new mindsets had actual sexual knowledge and experience, so it wasn’t as
difficult as we thought. I put on a sexy outfit, but Andy didn’t need much
stimulation. We were both easily aroused and our lovemaking was passionate and
lengthy, though he used protection. We weren’t trying to have an actual child.
Our plan was fruitful. After getting so
intimate, I felt much more at ease with the idea of being Andy’s wife and the
mother to his kids.
We never discovered exactly how our time
displacement came to be, or where that clock had come from. Sometimes we
wondered if we could have repaired it instead of throwing it away, but after a
while, we decided that maybe it was for the best. We all felt that, maybe, this
was the way we were meant to be.
