Dreams of Motherhood [Man to Pregnant Mother TG]

Tier Reward for Kacey is Spacey

A trans woman gets her dream and is magically transformed into a wife and mother. 

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The dress was simple: powder blue and patterned with white magnolias, their petals tipped in pink. It had a fitted waist that poofed out at the bottom and a little belt around the middle with a buckle shaped like a flower. I pressed my hand against the vintage shop window; for a moment, I could pretend that glass was all that stood between me and wearing that dress. But that wasn’t true; even if the glass wasn’t there, there was a mountain of reasons I could never put it on. 

“Looking for a gift, mate?”

I turned to see a man my own age grinning at me; his eyes flicked up to the dress, and he winked with a chuckle. I forced myself to smile; he meant well, he had no idea how much that hurt to hear. 

“Something like that,” I replied.

“Better off with flowers, mate.” he clapped me on the shoulder. “You buy a girl a dress in the wrong size; you’re in trouble.”

He walked off, and I let out a sad sigh, turning back to the window. The magic was broken, now, instead of the dress, all I could focus on was my reflection. Square jaw, short, dark hair, a bit of five o’clock shadow that I’d missed while shaving the morning. Masculine in every way; there was no way I could walk through the streets wearing that dress. People would point and stare; little kids would ask their parents, ‘Why is that man wearing a dress?’. Just the thought made me want to shrink in on myself, and I turned away. 

Even as I walked away from the shop, I felt intimately aware of just how wrong my body felt. I was long and lanky, with square shoulders and hips. Not that you could tell under the baggy jeans and hoodie I had on. I hated skin tight clothing; I hated seeing the shape of my body and the lack of curves. For the thousandth time in my life, I cursed the universe for the mistake. 

Things were changing slowly; trans rights had never been better, but they were still far from good. Even if I had the courage to transition and finally get the body I craved, there was one thing I would never be.

“Mom!” 

The voice was like a knife in my heart; I watched the little girl run across the mall, bouncing on her toes outside the toy store while her pregnant mother waddled behind, laughing at her to slow down. Subconsciously, I felt my hand move to my own stomach, flat, empty. Like it always would be. 

Even if I transitioned. Even if I managed to meet a man who was okay dating me, even if I managed to make myself happy, I’d never be a mother. I could never carry my own children, and adoption was hard enough for straight cis people. Let alone anybody who was trans. I watched the mother and daughter disappear into the shop and flopped down on a bench to mope. Why did I keep coming here, every time I stepped into a shopping centre all I could see were the shops selling things I could never have. Make-up, earrings, dresses, the beautiful display posters of women with full glossy lips taunted me with their effortless femininity. Now that K-pop was getting big, even they taunted me; the universe could have at least made me one of those more androgynous, soft, femboy types. But no, I was built as sharp and square as they came.

I closed my eyes and let out another sad breath. I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself; moping wasn't helping me feel any better about the dress. I opened my eyes, ready to get to my feet, maybe grab some sushi and then head home, when a soft sound made me stop. Was that…somebody crying? I looked around and finally spotted another little girl. She had her knees curled up under her chin and tears streaming down her face as she huddled behind a pot plant. Instantly, my problems were pushed aside and I approached her slowly.

“Hey, are you okay? Where’s your mommy?” I asked, kneeling down beside her. 

“I don’t have a mommy.” She sniffled. “Just a daddy.”

“Alright, where is he?”

“I don’t know!” She wailed. 

Poor thing, she couldn’t have been older than five. For a moment, I hesitated; strange men approaching kids in the mall was a great way of getting accused of being a creep. Helping her would be so much easier if I were a woman, nobody would think twice about it. But I couldn’t just leave her there. Every childhood memory of being lost flooded back to me, and I offered her my hand. Consequences be damned. 

“Come on, I’ll take you to a help desk, they’ll help you find your daddy.”

“Thank you.” She sniffled. 

Her little hand fit well in mine, and we stood up, I had no idea where the help desk was, but there had to be one around here somewhere. 

“So…what’s your name?” I asked. 

“Lissy.”

“That’s a cute name!”
 “Thanks! What’s yours?”

I hesitated for a moment, my tongue seemed to tingle oddly and a brief wave of dizziness washed over me. As it cleared, my lips seemed to move of their own accord and instead of my name, I heard myself say:

“You can just call me Mom.”

Oh my God, why would I say that? That’s such a creepy thing to say to a kid I didn't know! I expected her to run off, but instead she just nodded and smiled that adorable smile only little kids can.

“Okay, mom!”

Hearing a kid say that to me sent a warm, confident feeling rushing through me. How many times had I dreamed of being a mother, hearing a child say that? It made me feel like maybe it could really happen one day. That tingling feeling had now spread across my face, and I subconsciously brushed a hand against my cheek and froze.

“What’s wrong?” Lissy asked.

My face was smooth. Utterly, totally smooth. There was no stubble at all, and my jawline also felt softer. I traced my fingers over my lips and gasped; they felt full…just like a woman.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I replied, and we kept walking.

On the outside, I was calm, but inside, my emotions were a mess. My voice had changed as well, and with each word, it became softer and higher. It was like the voice I sometimes practised in the mirror, the one I wished I had. I lowered my hand to feel across the front of my throat and found there was no familiar bulge. My Adam’s apple had melted away without me even noticing. What was happening? Whatever it was, I didn't want it to stop!

I pulled off the hood of my jacket and long, dark tresses spilled out after it. For a second, I scrambled, temporarily letting go of Lissy’s hand, and I struggled to pull at the long hair. How had it grown so fast? It reached past my shoulders! In a panic, I looked around, expecting people to roll their eyes and giggle at the guy with long, wavy hair, but…nobody was looking. In fact, nobody seemed to care at all. 

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in another store window, but it took a moment to realise it was me. The woman in the glass had delicate, feminine features and long beautiful hair. I blinked, she blinked.

“Is that me?” I whispered.

“Of course, that’s you, mom!” Lissy giggled. “You’re being silly.”

I reached out and touched the glass, hesitating for a split second before making contact, afraid the illusion might shatter. My heart ached; I didn't want to leave just in case the second I turned away, my old reflection would be there again, but Lissy was tugging at my sleeve, and I had no choice. 

If my face had been transformed into a woman’s, did that mean the rest of my body was going to as well? My heart thundered in my chest, and with each step, I focused on my body and how it felt. With each step, I felt my gait subtly changing; a natural sway, a sway I’d tried so many times to get right in the privacy of my apartment, was starting to take shape. I could feel my hips moving, my legs subtly changing shape under my baggy jeans, and, most importantly, I could feel that tingling sensation against my chest. 

The baggy clothing hid the changes from me, and for once, I wished I was wearing something more skin-tight. I pressed my free hand to my chest and felt softness. I could feel the skin beneath the hoodie; it was so soft and supple. I had no idea of knowing their size, but I could tell I was growing breasts. I thought of the bra I had stashed away under my mattress, the one I’d stuffed with socks a few times and tried under my shirts. Would I fill it out naturally now? 

“There’s daddy!”

Lissy’s happy voice snapped me back to reality, and I saw a handsome man with bright green eyes grinning at us. He had several shopping bags hanging from his fingers, which he put down as he held out his arms for his daughter. Lissy’s fingers ripped away from mine, and I felt their loss instantly. It felt…wrong. I’d only just met he,r but I felt such a strong connection, like she was my own. I also couldn't help but worry she had caused my body to change; with her gone, would I revert back to my male body? I didn't think my heart could take it; losing it now after only a few minutes of feeling right would kill me. 

She lept into the man's arms, and he laughed, holding her tight before whispering something in her ear. Lissy turned back to me with a wide smile and waved.

“Mom! Daddy has a surprise for you!”

Oh God, how was I going to explain to this very handsome man that his daughter was calling me mom? He didn't look weirded out at all, though. He just scooped Lissy into one arm and stepped towards me with an affectionate smile on his face that made my knees weak. 

“Hope you weren't waiting too long, love.” He said, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. 

“Not at all,” I replied shakily. 

“I wanted to get you something special, to thank you for being the best wife and mother a man could ask for.”

Wife? Mother? My eyes were starting to sting as tears filled them. I had no idea what was happening; maybe I’d fallen asleep on that bench, and this was all just a wonderful dream; if it was, I never wanted to wake up. The man, my new husband, handed me one of his shopping bags and I opened it.

“Oh…love, it’s beautiful.” I choked out.

It was the dress from the window, perfectly folded and just begging to be put on.

“You deserve to feel beautiful.” My husband smiled. “Because you are, now, go change out of that hoodie and show Lissy how pretty her mommy is.”

My feet moved before I could think; I almost felt like I was in some sort of trance-like state as I moved to the bathrooms and locked the door so I could have the whole place to myself. The first thing I did was pinch my arm as hard as I could. I squeezed my eyes closed, branching myself to wake up in my old body back on that bench, but instea,d I stayed exactly where I was.

“Oh my God…”

I stripped off the hoodie and jeans as fast as I could and felt tears spill over as I looked down at my body. A beautiful house glass figure greeted me, along with full breasts and a round, obviously pregnant, belly. I ran my hands over the tight skin in wonder, only to squeak in shock when I felt something move inside me. For a second, I thought I might be imagining it, but then it happened again.

“I’m pregnant…” I whispered. “I’m going to have a baby…”

I ran a hand down my side, taking in the curves. There were stretch marks on the side of my belly; Id seen ads for creams to get rid of them. Apparently, women hated the side effects of pregnanc,y but I adored them. I hoped even after birth those stretch marks would stay, as a reminder than this had really happened, I’d been pregnant and had a baby. 

In wonder, I slipped the dress over my head and let it fall over my new curves. Thanks to my pregnant belly, the skirt rested a little higher than it probably should have, and the belt had to stay in the bag, but it still looked amazing. I took in my reflection and smiled my first true smile in months. 

The woman in the mirror’s face lit up. She looked radiant: she had that pregnant glow everybody always talked about, and her long hair fell around her face, framing it perfectly. I reached up to touch my face again, watching as my reflection mirrored the movements. It was hard to believe that it was really me. It was also when I noticed a golden band had appeared around my ring finger. A wedding ring. Another kick in my side and I giggled.

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” 

I stepped back out into the shopping centre and found my new family waiting for me. My husband looked at me with such adoration it almost took my breath away. 

“You look incredible.” He said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “And you should be able to wear this after the baby is born as well.”

“That’ll be nice, though…I wouldn't mind having an excuse to buy a whole new wardrobe.”

“If that’s what you want, that’s what we will do!”

“You spoil me, love.”

“You deserve it.” 

He wrapped his arms around me and helped me close enough that I could hear his heart beating.

“You’ve given me an amazing daughter and you’re about to give me another.” He whispered. “You deserve a parade.”

“You’re such a sap.” I giggled, blinking away tears; this was exactly the sort of man I’d been dreaming of for years. 

I had no idea how this had happened, but somehow, I had been transformed into my perfect body and given the life I’d always dreamed of. Even now, I could feel memories trickling into my mind like water: my wedding, Lissy’s birth, my girlhood. It was as if the universe had finally realised its mistake and was fixing it for me. I wasn;t about to argue. Lissy slipped her hand back into mine, and it felt like it belonged there. My husband took my free hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Come on,” He grinned. “Let’s go home.”