As Ken lay there, she thought about the strangeness of the situation. Although he had been a stay-at-home dad for a long time, Ken had always remained the strong, dominant one in his relationship with his wife, one of the areas where they hadn't switched roles. But for som reason, it just felt right for her to be snuggled up in Tina's arms like this. Was it that she was technically the woman now? Or did it have to do with her being the smaller of the two? She didn't know, but she didn't really care. Right now, she was worried enough that any comfort was good comfort, whether it was normal for her and Tina or not.
She was of course concerned for her children's well-being, wondering how to fit them into society as their new selves and how to help them cope with their changes, but she was even more worried about her marriage. Ken wasn't even close to being adjusted to her new body, but the one thing she did know was that she didn't want anything, not even a sex swap, to come between her and Tina. She loved her wife, and Tina loved her, and the worst thing about this whole mess was that it was making them uncomfortable about expressing their love. She wanted them to stay together, no matter what, but for that to happen they'd have to be able to get over this awkwardness; she didn't think she and Tina could keep their marriage together if they were stuck being this uncomfortable with each other. She'd...she and Tina would need to be able to make love in their new bodies.
But she couldn't force that to happen. Neither of them had ever tried to coerce the other into sex, and they weren't going to start now. Sex born out of obligation only devalued the whole process; she'd learned this from some co-workers, back when she'd still been employed. And she was not going to let that happen. So she'd just have to get used to the idea, and wait for Tina to do the same, and let things take their course from there. As bizarre as it was to think about, she hoped it wouldn't take long; she wanted their relationship back to whatever "normal" was going to be as soon as possible. But for now, she just snuggled against her wife and went to sleep.
Mikey couldn't sleep. No matter how many different positions she tried, she just couldn't get this snake's tail arranged comfortably. Fitting nearly fifteen feet of tail into a kid's bed was pretty much impossible anyway, so there was always quite a bit hanging over in one place or another. Not to mention all the bizarre sensations from the girl half of the new snake-girl; mostly it was the breasts that were weird, but the long, silky hair was something she wasn't exactly used to either, and in any event, being fifteen instead of eight was plenty weird as well.
But all this paled next to the real reason for her insomnia; she was thinking about what she'd done. She had written so many of those notes, and while most of them were just random, some were downright frightening. She'd irrevocably altered that poor dragon-girl's entire personality; would she have wanted to be a mother otherwise? Not likely.
The worst part was that she didn't even have a reason for doing it. She was just bored and found the stone and proceeded to completely screw up nine people's lives, all on a whim. Thinking about it now, she felt awful, but at the time it'd just been a way to relieve her boredom. How selfish was that?
Given the circumstances, Mikey felt ashamed for even worrying about herself at all, but that was another thing keeping her up. How was she supposed to live like this? Jon and Zoe and her dad were still normal humans, gender and age swaps aside, and her mom could at least pass for normal, but Mikey was a freak. How was she, or any of the people similarily changed, supposed to fit into society? Was she going to be hounded by paparazzi for the rest of her life? How could possibly adjust to her new body if she had to deal with that?
She didn't know, but maybe things would make more sense in the morning. In a last attempt to get comfortable, Mikey slid off the bed and coiled her tail up in the middle of the floor. Setting her pillow on the top coil, Mikey laid down on herself and spread the blanket over her. It was a little drafty, but it worked, and she sank into a somewhat fitful sleep.
