Was I a good wife?

Tony, I should say Michelle, 75 years old now, stood looking out to sea, waiting for his granddaughter and great-grandchildren to turn up for a day at the seaside, with Grandma/great-grandma. 

He could not help thinking back to his husband, Frank, who had died three years ago and how this was their favourite spot when they were catching. 

He could not help thinking back to that strange, marvellous day when the great change in his life had occurred, and he had become a woman.

Back then, he hated being a woman; he could never have imagined falling in love, marrying, or becoming a mother. 

But over time, his body and mind became one, and he softened in heart towards his new emotions, feelings, and desires. 

He had experienced extraordinary love as a woman, but when he met Frank, he knew this love was different. 

He somehow knew from the first time he met him that this was the man he would marry, the man whose children he would have, the man he would spend his life with. 

As he stood there watching the seagulls fly over the crashing waves, he said a silent prayer to Frank, hoping he had been a good, loyal, loving wife to him. 

He was brought back to reality when he heard a child shouting, "Great-grandma, we are here. "He looked at his great-grandchildren, his granddaughter, and his daughter.

He was so happy they had all come down to see him for the day. 

The cat burglar.

Looking at me now with blonde hair, big tits, and a ginormous baby bump, you would not believe I used to be a man and a cat burglar. 

I was hired to break into the private collection of a very wealthy man and retrieve certain items. 

The job went perfectly. 

I got all the items, and even something from my own private collection that wasn't on the list: a golden statue of a big-breasted, pregnant goddess.  

Little did I know when I got back to my apartment after dropping off the stolen items with the fence, finally touching the Idol with my own ungloved hand and putting it in my own private collection, that the Idol would work its secret magic and turn me into a pregnant woman. 

After waking up as a pregnant woman, I went through so many different stages of panic, stress, and confusion.  I have to pull myself together. 

I peed like a horse before slipping on sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt that barely covered my baby bump.  

I struggled to get my feet into a pair of trainers and tie them, with the bump always in the way.

I took the idle, which for some reason I felt was the cause of my misfortune, to a friend of mine. 

After some tears, panic, and screaming, I managed to get him to accept my story and who I was. 

I put the Idol down on his counter, and as he picked it up, he told me it was a very powerful talisman of motherhood and fertility. 

He told me to return it to the person who stole it from, and maybe they could help. 

I returned to the house where I had stolen so many items the other night and found the old man had not even reported them stolen. 

I explained who I was, what I had done, and what I had taken, and he just smiled at me. 

He told me every item in his collection had its own protective charm and would make the person who held it, without his permission, suffer and bring it back to him. 

I begged him to reverse what the fertility symbol had done to me, but he just looked at me and told me there was nothing he could do.

I was a woman,  and I was pregnant, and I was going to give birth to a healthy baby,  and I was going to raise it as a loving mother would. 

I imagine myself struggling as a single mother living in my tiny bachelor apartment, going through my savings, unable to work because of the baby, and struggling. 

The old man could see the dilemma in my eyes and offered me a solution. 

I am now his housekeeper and his bed warmer, and we are raising my child together in his strange, peculiar home filled with items that are not what they seem.