Allison stretched, and yawned. Her mind was floating about the darkness of the dreamscape, neither fully here nor there. She was dreaming. Curiosity compelled her to grasp for the fading ghosts of her dream. It was something about Karen, and Zoe... She was coming back from a cruise, or a vacation. Zoe and Karen, and her Mom, and a dozen other friends were waving to her excitedly. She was still in Allison's body, but curiously, everyone called her Jon, and she even felt like Jon. Sort of. There was something different, she just couldn't place her finger on it. Inevitably, the harder she grasped, the more the vision danced away. She grunted softly in her haze and rolled over on her side...
She could hear the ocean, and the creak of a rocking chair? No... The creak of a hammocks cords. Behind her eyelids things had slowly faded from black to red. It was bright, wherever she was. She took in that first deep revitalizing breath. When did she go to sleep? She stretches, and awkwardly tries to roll over in the hammock to put her feet on the ground. Something sits heavily on her belly throwing off her center of balance, and foiling her efforts. "Is that my backpack?" She wonders. "Why is there a hammock at school?"
SCHOOL! The thought erupts in her mind, sending her in a panic. She nearly falls out of the hammock as the messy chain of thoughts return to her. I'm going to be late for class! No... It's study hall. I was with... I was with Ryder! Shit we almost had sex, and then... and then...
Sobriety returns to her mind as she plants her feet on the ground, and opens her eyes. "He made a wish!" She states out loud. Her eyes are wide with realization, but they stay wide with shock as she begins to take in her surroundings
She looks down and sees a bump at her belly underneath her clothes. It's not large, maybe like someone had folded a towel flat and stuffed it under her shirt, but it's heavier, and firmer, and her skin feels tight, and her insides a little compressed. While it may not be large it's still obvious what it is... Her pregnancy bump. Sitting hunched over the side of the hammock it's even more obvious. Her round distended form pooches out into a cute pot belly. "Nonono!" She begins to stammer. Her breaths become sharper, and panic threatens to overwhelm her. Instead, she tries to force herself to take deep breaths, and take in her surroundings. She's somewhere new. "Where am I? " She asks deliberately. Slowly, she grounds herself. "I hear the waves... I smell the salt air... I hear gulls squawking." She turns here eyes out to the source of light, and realizes she's on an the second floor deck of a large beach home. It's beach front property, with nothing but a sand burm covered in sea oats between her and the ocean. Everything is staggeringly bright. The ocean shimmers an iridescent blue. The waves are, large soft, and fluffy. These aren't for surfing, but for walking along as they gently lap at your feet. While the panics begun to subside... She grimly realizes, she has no clue where she is. What did Ryder wish for to bring them here?
She carefully rises to her feet, hand on her belly and begins to explore. As she walks, the wind tosses her long hair and her loose chiffon duster playfully. She can feel sand between her toes, and stuck to the soles of her feet as she pads across the wooden planks. Her shorts don't even extend half way down her thighs, and her long elegant legs glowed pleasantly in the reflected light of the sun. The deck leads all the way around the house, and she follows it where she sees an empty driveway. Her hand nervously goes to the doorknob of the front door and with a deep breath, she pushes her way in. Despite the large windows, it's still much darker inside, and takes her eyes a moment to adjust. The next thing she notices is how cold it is. She'd had a subtle sheen of sweat while baking in the hot air outside, which helps the air conditioning sap the warmth from her body now that she's inside. Her hairless flesh crinkles up in goosebumps, and for the first time she notices a tightness in her breasts as well as her nipples become perky.
The place was tastefully decorated with white walls, and a mix of cool blue and wicker furniture. The room was large and open with a simple kitchen and living room separated only by a shoulder height bar, and bar stools... Well, shoulder height to Allison in this body anyway. A large L shaped couch lined one wall of the living room, with the opposite wall having a large TV. She continued to poke around, finding a windowed loft one floor up, a master bedroom, and the master bath, where a familiar pile of her own hygiene products sits opposite a mans on the marble counter... As she looked around she realized everything was in pairs. Dove body wash, and Old Spice. A purple loofa, and a green washcloth. Two towels. Her makeup, and someone else's shave kit. She wasn't here alone, but she hadn't encountered anyone yet. She looked closer at the shaving kit, and found it labeled Ryder J. Whitmer. She hand went to her head and she sighed. Apparently he'd wished up some sort of paradise for the two of them.
Part of her swooned at the romantic gesture. Part of her tingled with excitement. She wanted this. She could be happy like this... But should she be happy? She grumbled. "He has the stone!" Allison shouts into the mirror. "I bet... I bet he wished for me to feel like this!" She glared into her own eyes, then looked away... Knowing it didn't change how she felt. Pushing the thoughts aside, she looked back to the mirror to examine her body. She looked a little more plump, and a lot more tanned. Despite her dark hair, her eyes seem to have brightened... Though that may just be an illusion in contrast to her skin. Looking straight on, her belly wasn't noticeably bulging, but as she turned in profile the distended mound became more obvious. She tried to lift her shirt, but couldn't find the seam. She patted around underneath the thin leather belt around her waist, but it looked like she was wearing some sort of onesie! "A romper?" She realized, before sighing with exasperation. She slips out of the duster and tries to find a way out of the romper. She struggles to find a zipper, or seam, or buttons, or anything, but the damn thing holds her tight. She looks over her shoulder in the mirror, then throws her hair to the side, and finally finds a small tie between her shoulder blades allowing her to free herself from the cloth.
Now, before the mirror fully naked, save her panties, she can see the damage. She has a pretty clear bikini line, with pasty flesh lining her groin, waist, and neck, with two large freckled white triangles over her breasts, but her belly is her focus. She guides her hands along the curve, and wonders. "How far along am I? I wasn't showing at all before he made that wish... Maybe... Maybe two months?" She muses. She sighs as she hefts the weight, her brow etched in concern.
The roar of an engine gets louder, followed by the slam of a car door outside the window. The front door opens, and she hears Ryder call out. "Hey babe, I'm back from the store. Are you up yet?"
Allison stammers her response. "Y-yeah! I'm using the bathroom!" She hastily tries to wiggle back into the clothes, while her mind flies at a hundred miles an hour. Does he know she heard the wish? Why does he have the stone? Did this Allison give Ryder the stone? Where is the stone? Should I pretend I don't know anything, or confront him? "Shit! What should I do?" She hisses.
