You stand awkwardly in front of the mirror, still trying to get the hang of your center of gravity, and stare at your body. Your belly curves out smoothly, your belly button shallow and ready to pop out as Danny grows in your newfound uterus. As you rest one hand on the slope of your stomach, the other hefts an engorged breast, feeling the weight of it as it sags slightly with its swelling milk ducts. Your nipples are large and hard, pointing invitingly out from dark areolas. A wild bush of pubic hair is tucked between your legs and the bottom of your abdomen, framing a pair of slick, swollen purplish-brown pussy lips, still stretched from the reverse birth of just a few minutes ago.
All in all, nothing remains of your male body. But the woman in the mirror, with her long brown hair and ice-blue eyes, doesn't seem to mind. You rub your belly and coo at the child sleeping within. "Sweet dreams, Danny," you say, "Mommy's going to take good care of you."
You look around then, seeing Danny's discarded grown-up clothes on the ground where he returned to the womb. On a strange sort of whim you pick up his boxers and slide them up your long, thick legs. As they ascend, they shrink and change, the fabric shifting to pink cotton with lacy trim. Your new panties stretch comfortably around your lower belly and hug your crotch snugly, your lips standing out against the material. His shirt follows - as you put it on, it seems to contract, the sleeves shrinking into straps and the front cradling your engorged breasts. The fabric hardens into cups holding your breasts in place, high and firm on your chest, and you reach behind your back and snap the clasp in place like you've been doing it your whole life. You reach for Danny's pants and slip into them, and sure enough the denim dwindles to skintight nylon as your new tights cling to every curve of your legs. Finally you put on the dress that started this whole mess - the maternity dress. Its high waist settles nicely above your belly, pushing the fabric out slightly in anticipation of your growth. You smile at your reflection as you hold your tummy and feel Danny kick weakly inside.