The new Matt smiles at you, "Here, let me walk you home. You will get more used to the body faster that way."
You feel strange as you walk, following his lead. You can feel the breasts on your chest bouncing, and the way the jeans you are wearing fit snugly to your crotch feels just as odd. You look up at him, "You had no right to do this to me."
He grinned, "No? Maybe not. But it is done. Besides, do you remember what you did to me? How you said you would use a rubber, but then when you had me too hot to say no, you promised to pull out in time?" He paused and you feel your face burn. "Yeah, that's right. You never even tried. You dumped your whole load inside of me, which is what you intended from the start. Am I wrong?"
You burn in shame as you shake your head no. You had thought it would be cool to get a girl knocked up. The new Matt said so. "Yeah. I thought so. You hoped to get me knocked up. Well, it worked, only now you are the one who is knocked up, and you get to live the consequences." He paused with you outside of what is now 'your' home. "Just in case you get the idea of ruining my reputation by doing some bad or illegal stuff, don't bother. The swap is permanent, so feel free to live your new life in whatever way makes you happy. I will stop by tomorrow to talk to you some more.
You stand there looking at him with no idea what to say. Does it matter anyhow? You turn and numbly walk up to the door of Jessica's house. Well, no, it is your house now. You turn to see him standing there watching you. At lat you say, "If I am going to have our baby, shouldn't my family meet the father?"
He smiles, "Yes, but not yet. Take care Jessica."
You walk into the house, only now realizing that you don't even know where your own bedroom is! You hear someone in the living room watching TV, so you quietly go upstairs. You find on room that has to be your parent's room. Then a bathroom, then at last, this must be your room!
You just sat on the bed to relax when a boy walks in. You recognize him as Paul, Jessica's brother. He is 18, so three years older than you are now. He looks upset, "Okay sis! I don't know what you are doing in my room, but go to your own! I don't like it when you invade my space!"
You realize your mistake too late! You were in a boy's room, and it felt right because you are still a boy on the inside, regardless of your body on the outside. You stutter, "Sorry Paul. I was spaced out and just needed to sit down. I'm leaving."
You wander into the only room you had not checked out. The feminine nature of everything there confirms that this has to be your room now. Just great! What next?
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