Our next mini-story for time travel August!

By FoxFaceStories

Gabe creates a time machine, intending to prove his genius to his best friend. He travels ten years into the future and asks his best friend to pull him back after twenty four hours. But to Gabe’s surprise, he discovers himself as a married woman with kids in the future, and her best friend is her future husband!

Seize the Future

“So, how was it?” Peter asks me. “What did you see? Was the future cool? Was I there? What was it like?”

I stare at my friend, seeing him in a totally new light, so differently from how I did just twenty four hours ago. What on earth could I possibly tell him to explain the depth of how my feelings have altered due to all the new information I discovered? What could I possibly say?

“Gabe,” my friend - my tall and handsome friend - repeats. “What was it like?”

I find myself without words.

***

To answer why I am so shell-shocked, I must explain how I came to this point, back in my time machine pod, confronted by my lab assistant and best friend, Peter. My name is Gabe, and ever since I was young, people had me pegged as a genius. It’s a good thing too, because I’m quite a wiry and thin individual, not remotely manly at all. But somewhere along the way, expectations about how I’d changed the world fell apart, and people stopped talking about me. What they didn’t know was that it was because in the privacy of my lab beneath my home, I was building a world first: a time machine. Not a traditional time machine as popularised in fiction, but one that allows the user to travel forward in one’s timeline, so that the time traveller will literally be in their own body back when they were five years old, or experience their life in old age. The possibilities are limitless, of course, but I needed to test it.

That was where Peter came in. He’d always believed in me. He was a good lab assistant, but his true calling was in business. I trusted him to help me make this dream a reality and know how to sell it with me. He had always been faithful and kind, and his optimistic spirit kept me on the up and up while I worked out the kinks in the machine. Finally, just twenty four hours ago, it was time to test it. I stepped into the white pod while he manned the controls, which I’d made quite intuitive to use.

“Remember,” I told him. “The device works on parallel time theory. If I spend ten minutes in the future, I can’t just zoom back to the exact present. My mind is running a script, and I’ll have to resync to my body anchored ten minutes after I’ve left.”

“I know, I know, we’ve been over this!”

“Sorry, Peter. I guess I’m just nervous.”

“Are you sure I shouldn’t test it, then?”

“No, no! I made the machine, I carry the risks. And besides, I really want to be the first man to have ever travelled in time. I want to see the future, Peter. See how I end up, if you and I are rich, if we’re still friends-”

“Of course we’re still friends!” my friend declared, his jovial smile widening on his kind face. Back then, when I took in his dark features and full lips and tight curled black hair, I just saw the face of my friend. Now, I see something far more intimate.

“Very well then!” I declared. “Send me exactly ten years into my future! And give me twenty four hours before I return. My body should exist within a safe time stasis.”

Peter wished me good luck, giving me a salute. I saluted him back, and then after counting down he activated the system, and suddenly my mind was pulled through a vortex of light and streamed into the future, my consciousness settling into my future self . . .

Which was a woman.

A woman holding an excited little child with olive-skin and mixed racial features. I nearly screamed, but managed to keep myself cool and calm. Obviously I must not have ironed out all the kinks in the machine. The child looked to be perhaps three years old, a little girl to judge from her pink dress and longer hair. Was she Peter’s child, I thought? She shared a lot of affinity with him, though I wasn’t able to think deeply upon this, as I was very aware that I had a pair of rather full breasts and a curvaceous female figure. I myself was wearing a dress, albeit one with a labcoat over the top.

“Mommy! Tell me another story! I wanna know how rockets go to the moon! How did the Lunar base start?”

Okay, she was definitely older than three. Perhaps five? I wasn’t very good with children, but I knew I had to play along.

“Well, uh, child . . . rockets require a great deal of propulsion - fuel - to exit the earth’s atmosphere. There are multiple stages, including booster rockets and . . .”

I had no idea what I was doing, but the child was enraptured by my explanation, and continued asking followup questions. 

“Is that how you and Dad own a rocket business?” “Um, yes. I suppose so!”

“Are you designing a rocket?”

“Not that I, erm, know of. Perhaps one day!”

“What’s harder, making a rocket or turning into a mommy, like you did?”

“Well, becoming a mother . . . that’s something a bit beyond your age.”

“No, I mean you becoming a woman, Mom! When you got your operation. Dad says it was the happiest day of your life until you married and I came along. Was it hard?”

I didn’t know how to answer her questions, so I looked around the room. It was then that I realised that I was in a far more expansive and wealthy home than I’d ever possessed, but that it had a number of my favoured ornaments, including my original Apollo 10 model on display. These were my things. What the hell was happening?

Suddenly, things got more complicated, because a familiar, if older, voice echoed from the next room. “Hannah, baby, stop pestering your mother. You should be in bed.”

The girl giggled and jumped off of my lap, then ran to what I assumed was her room. Sorry, Mommy! Sorry, Daddy! See you in the afternoon-morning!”

I raised an eyebrow. Obviously that was some inside joke, but I had no context for it, and besides, Peter was emerging through the door. My Peter, only ten years older and looking like a Dad. Obviously, he was a dad, but he looked the part too, right down to his white singlet and the slightly tired lines underneath his eyes. He was still well-muscled and handsome, but this time my body noticed those qualities. I felt my body go a bit flush as I rapidly rose to my two feet, a distinct absence now obvious to me between my thighs.

“P-Peter! It’s you! What are you doing here?”

He approached and pulled me into a warm cuddle, then kissed me on the lips with such passion that I would have pushed him away in disgust if it didn’t feel so good.

“I’m doing this, honey,” he purred, before kissing me again and lowering a hand down to my rear. “I know, I know, I should be working on that new Lunar contract, not to mention your time-view device patent, but the truth is, I’ve been waiting for that girl to get to bed. So, here I am. Would you like some tea?”

I nodded rapidly, asking for just that. Peter, still looking very attractive to me in a way that made my nipples go a little hard, moved to the kitchen and began boiling a pot. “She’s such a firecracker, isn’t she, our little Hannah?”

“I - she asks a lot of questions.”

“That she does! I can’t believe she’s still up. She better go down this time. Hey, are you okay?”

“J-just startled a little. Um, did you call me honey before?”

“Would you prefer I call you babe? I thought that was just bedroom talk. Hey, are you okay Gayle?”

“Gayle,” I breathed. It was then that I got a closer look at the portraits and displays on the wall. They showed me - the original me, the Gabe me - standing alongside Peter. Then they showed me giving a thumbs up outside of a clinic, dated just a couple of years after my first use of the time machine. It was called ReGender. The next photograph displayed in a frame showed me looking far more feminine, and this display continued until a strikingly beautiful woman was looking at the camera, one leg raised at the knee behind her in a supremely feminine pose as she held onto her man, displaying a ring upon her finger. An engagement ring. And the man was Peter.

“I transitioned into a woman,” I murmured to myself.

An arm swept around my waist. “You certainly did. I still can’t believe it’s been eight years. Best decision you ever made, and the best decision I ever made was to support you. And here we are, with a daughter. A good thing that experimental womb transplant took, huh? We got to raise our own little baby, and you became a full woman in every way, honey.”

I could barely believe what I was hearing. I had apparently chosen to become a woman, and not only that, I had fallen in love with my best friend and even become pregnant with his child. Had birthed his child. I looked down over myself, trying to imagine ever taking on this body. Certainly, it was very attractive, and it felt rather lovely, in fact, but I was so shocked by it!

The shock lasted all the way to the bedroom. I managed to hold off Peter’s advances, despite my body’s continual responses to him over the next couple of hours. I had a headache, or a new idea, or something that needed sorting out, but in truth I was just in search of more evidence that displayed my changing circumstances. In ten years, was I truly destined to become a woman? A wife? A mother? At least I still had my labcoat, my glasses, and my scientific brain; Peter and I had literally designed the Lunar program which was now seeing major development, and my other devices had made us rich beyond belief.

But a woman!? A mother!?

Those thoughts rattled in my mind over the next day. I woke up with Peter spooning me, my body responding to his touch, but I managed to once again hold off against it, just barely. Thankfully, Hannah came barging in to see us, all full of excitement that we were going to the science affair today. Well, I had no choice but to play along. My initial vow was to ignore the weirdness and not get attached, but no theorem survives contact with increasing evidence. For as much as I tried to just go through the motions of the day, Hannah dragged me by the hand from exhibit to exhibit, asking endless questions and displaying her own incredible intellect as well. I was amazed by her smile, and something in the hormonal changes of this particular body, ten years older than my own and experienced in parenthood, made my heart light up. When she laughed, I laughed too. When she cried because the rocket ship ride was closed down for repairs, I held her and comforted her. And when Peter smiled at me as I played with my daughter using the magnetic blocks, I couldn’t help but beam at him.

“She’s so incredible,” I told him. “You should be so proud of her, Peter.”

“You deserve to be just as proud, Gayle. You’re the one who carried her. I just did the easy part. I’m so glad you became my wife.”

His words echoed in my mind for the rest of the day. That night, I put a very tired Hannah to bed, and I read to her stories of rockets and spaceships and the nature of the solar system. She asked me to stay with her for several minutes so that she could fall asleep, and when she did, I found myself kissing her lightly on the forehead and withdrawing quietly, my heart overflowing.

And that’s when I entered the bedroom. Peter was standing there, waiting for me. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his muscles were fully displayed. I gaped, drinking in the sight of him, and when he crossed the distance between us and kissed me passionately, I found myself unable to hold back the tide of feelings my new female mind possessed. He began removing my dress, pulling it over my head so that I was standing in my bra and underwear, my proud breasts displayed for him. I couldn’t fight my desire for my best friend, and I didn’t want to. As we made love, his hard penis pressed against my trim stomach, the very presence of it causing my new womanhood to become slick with desire. 

I gave myself over to him. At first, I did so nervously, but soon my libido grew, and my body yearned for his touch, which he gladly gave. Peter squeezed my sensitive breasts and played with my swollen nipples. He caressed my flanks and groped my ass. He lifted me up and pressed me against the wall, and I willingly placed my legs around his thick waist. I hadn’t even realised I’d removed my underwear until I felt his big black dick pressing against my entrance, and by that point, there was no going back. I experienced greater pleasure than I had ever known, and as he pumped inside of me, a depth of feeling overflowed within me.

“I - I love you, Peter!” I cried, holding his muscular shoulders as he fucked me against the wall. “I l-love you so m-much! Ohhhh!”

“I love you too, babe! You’re m-my best friend, and the m-most amazing fucking wife! Now let me thank you for all you and that genius brain of yours do for this family. Let me take you there, honey!”

And he did. When I came, I wailed in pleasure, my body feeling like it was shattering as it was annihilated by bursts of pure bliss. I screamed his name one last time . . .

. . . and then my mind was racing back into the past, only for that same man’s voice to suddenly carry to my ears once again.

“So, how was it?”

***

What to say? Do I dare tell him that just minutes ago I was fucking him? That I now know the feeling of his big dick inside of me, and that it was the greatest sensation I have ever known? Do I tell him that already I want that future, and that even as a man again, I can’t let go of the love I felt so briefly, and need to feel again? What do I even say?

“Gabe?” Peter asked. “Hey man, talk to me! What did you see?”

I smile. I can’t tell him the truth. Future him didn’t know. It’ll have to be a surprise. A future that I will be aching to bring forth, but one which I know will reward us both. I take his hand in mine, enjoying just a moment of intimacy, fleeting though it may be for now.

“I saw the most amazing future, Peter,” I say. “One I just can’t wait to seize.”

The End