Ryan and Amy where fast asleep when it began, the changes always seamed to start and advance most at night or when a person was asleep. That didn’t mean the changes didn’t happen when a person was awake but they where often slower and less dramatic.
Amy often slept with her back toward her husband but nuzzled in so that he was pressed against her. His arms wrapped around her while she had one hand holding one of his arms while the other was by her head. Her legs she normally kept tucked up a bit as if she was in a ball.
Ryan kept his arms around her, while his legs stayed mostly straight as he put his head into her long black hair, he always enjoyed the smell of her hair being the last thing he smelled as he went to sleep and the first thing he smelled when he awoke.
Ryan and Amy began to change, but it was Ryan who changed the most.
If he was awake when the changes happened, it would have horrified him but asleep it happened without his notice.
So it was that when he awoke the next morning to the normal sight of Amy’s long black hair in his face, he took no notice at first. He felt a little odd but in his morning fog he failed to notice it the changes. He Pulled his arm out of Amy’s grip, not noticing that it was easier then normal and he failed to notice that he had to sit closer to the edge of the bed for his feet to touch the ground. He failed to notice that his balance was off and he stumbled a bit as he headed toward the bathroom, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Failing to notice that his face was silky smooth when he went to bed with almost a full beard.
He flipped on the lights in the bathroom and was about halfway to the toilet when he noticed his reflection and stopped dead in his tracks.
He had gone to be the night before a rather fit man in his mid-twenties with short blonde hair cut into a buzz cut and a brownish blonde beard on his face.
What looked back at him was a rather beautiful woman.
She had bright blonde hair which had was just slightly shorter then neck length but was already taking on long curls. Bright blue eyes where similar to his own but shown even brighter, long neck and elegant facial features.
The same white T-shirt he had been wearing the night before was on this women, it was big on her but this woman looking back at him through the mirror was tall so it wasn’t as big as it normally would have been. Two very large breasts, bigger then his wife’s own if he was judging size right where clearly visible on the women chest and because of how thin the shirt was her hard nipples where visible. Her arms looked larger then normal for a woman but clearly feminine and strong.
Ryan didn’t dare to move as he looked at the mirror, he should scream he should pass out, he dared not look down in fear that his manhood wouldn’t be there. Instead, he just looked at the mirror, for fear if he did anything so would the women in the mirror and he would know that was his true reflection.
He didn’t know how long he stood there, but he heard movement from the bedroom area as Amy walked in and froze. She looked at him, he looked at her, the women’s head turning in the mirror to look at her as well.
“Ryan?” she asked
“Yes…” answered Ryan, his voice sounding softer and more feminine, that is when it hit him as a wave of emotions washed over him and tears began to form in his eyes.
Would she reject him…would she run away from him/her.