Hi, my name is Robert, and my girlfriend’s name is Rachel. We were both 25 years old at the time this most extraordinary event occurred. We were both laying in bed, just beginning to make love. I said to Rachel, “Sometimes I wish that I could be you, just to know what it feels like to be a girl.” She smiled and said, “That’s interesting, because sometimes I wish the same thing. I mean, I wonder what it would be like to be you, just to know what it feels like to be a boy.” I thought out loud, “Rachel, what would happen if we both made our wish at the same time?” She said, “I don’t know, Robert, but I’m willing to make the wish with you right now.” We continued staring into each other’s eyes and suddenly we both were startled and gave a yell.

I was looking into my own face. I said, “Rachel, I …” I stopped abruptly. The voice that I was hearing was feminine. It sounded somewhat different than Rachel’s voice, because I was hearing it through my head. Rachel said, “I’m seeing my own face and I’m hearing your voice as I talk.” I moved my head slightly and felt the hair about my face. I brought my hands up to my chest and felt generous breasts, Rachel’s size E breasts. She lowered her hands and felt between her thighs. “Oh my God, I have a penis!” We were both in shock. “How can this possibly be?” we both asked. I said, “I suppose that I have a vagina.” And I reached down to my groin, and, sure enough, my male equipment was gone and in its place a smooth something.

We both laughed. I asked, “Are we both dreaming? Are we sharing a common delusion? This can’t be real.” Rachel felt her hairy chest. “This sure is strange, but I think it is real. We need to start calling each other by our proper names. “I am Robert, and you are Rachel.” I said, “Agreed. Why don’t we go ahead and have sex like we were planning to?” Robert agreed. “Yeah, I think that we should. This will be a new experience for both of us. But I’m not sure that I can become aroused by looking at a woman.” I said, “I think that you are correct. But let’s give it a try anyway. Maybe your body will become aroused in making love to me.” He said, “Okay, Rachel, I think you’ve got the right idea.” With that, we began to caress and fondle each other.

I played with Robert’s equipment, and soon his penis became stiff. “I think that you can enter me now, Robert.” He said, “With absolute pleasure.” He squeezed out some jelly and rubbed it on. And then he lay down on top of me. It was strange, laying on the bottom. He entered me, and it was really strange having something inside of me. He began to thrust, and our pelvises banged against each other. All too soon I felt him squirting me inside, his male organ pulsating. He groaned with pleasure. I said, “Robert, keep thrusting and bring me to a climax, to an orgasm. I want to know what that feels like.” He said, “With pleasure, my love.” He kept thrusting and, after about ten minutes, wave after wave of electric warmth washed over me.

As I lay basking in that warmth, Robert began to suck on my nipples. I said, “You know, this is all extremely pleasant and new. For some reason, I am suddenly wondering if my pill doesn’t work, are you okay with my having a baby?” Robert said, “Rachel, I am okay with your going off the pill, and we can make a baby of our own together.” I said, “That sounds really nice. I’ve often wondered what it is like to feel a baby kicking in one’s womb. It must be a really strange feeling.” He said, “I am willing to have you experience that, my darling. I was sort of looking forward to that before this change came upon us.” I replied, “Oh Robert, that is something I hadn’t thought of. I don’t want you to miss out on that.” “We may change back, who knows.”

We took a shower together. It was really strange to walk and feel breasts bouncing on my chest. I turned the water on. While we waited for the water to warm up, we both looked at ourselves in the mirror. “This is really strange,” I said, “I don’t know that I will ever get used to this.” Robert said, “You and me both.” All of a sudden, I realized how short I was next to Robert. He turned to me and wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me, resting his chin on my head. We got into the shower, and I said, “This is also going to be strange washing a new body.” We both lathered up and I felt my breasts, squeezed them, hefted them. I washed between my legs. It was also strange to have such a smooth body, to have no hair on my legs, face, chest.

We dried off and then went back to our bedroom. “This is going to be different, using different drawers and closets.” Robert said, “Yes, dear, it is not going to be so odd for me to wear pants, but wearing a skirt or dress is going to be quite different for you.” I suddenly had the thought, and said, “What if we change back to our old selves while we’re out in public?” He said, “You had maybe better wear pants for now.” Then I said, “If I change back into Robert, my big feet are going to be in small shoes, and my big body is going to rip these small clothes.” He laughed, “That would be a sight to see. Of course, I would be in clothes way to large for me. I’d look ridiculous too.” I said, “Robert, show me how to put this bra on. I don’t know how.”

It was a couple weeks later that we were drinking chai lattes at the local coffee shop. “Rachel,” Robert said, “would you be okay with our staying like we are? I know it’s been a bit of a struggle for both of us, getting used to our jobs and friends. But, I think we’re through the worst of it now, don’t you think?” I said, “Yes, I think you’re correct, Robert. I think that we are through the worst of it. It’s been rather embarrassing at times, to have to say that we’ve got a bit of amnesia and need to know a name or something about the job. But about your question. I think that I am beginning to like this life, and I don’t think that I want to go back to being Robert. I’m okay with staying as we are. I think we’ve gotten over the fear of suddenly changing.”

So, Robert and I remained as we were, him a male and me a female. We had to spend long hours getting to know our childhood, high school, and college memories intimately. We also had to get over the fear of our running into someone who was a long unseen friend or having a family member ask us about something in the past. We both got along just fine. I did eventually become pregnant with our mutual consent. Pregnancy is no laughing matter. Morning sickness was no fun. And I didn’t enjoy the back pain in my final months, but I did take delight in feeling life within me. Breastfeeding was certainly different and changing diapers was no fun. We now have two children, a boy, Sean, and a girl, Olivia. They are a great delight to the two of us.

Well, time passes all too quickly. Sean is a senior in high school and Olivia is a sophomore. I am now forty-four. I still have a somewhat youthful appearance, but I can see that middle age is here. Robert and I still go out on dates, and we still hold hands, and we still make love to one another. We’ve had a few heated arguments, but, for the most part, we see eye to eye. I am looking forward to our growing old together. I’m sure that there will be aches and pains, but I think our relationship is growing deeper and richer. Robert is a manly man, and I am a womanly woman. Sure, that’s not how we started out life together, but we’ve both taken to our respective roles like fish to water. And that’s the way that life should be, rich and full.