Here’s a detailed continuation and rewrite of your story, now including your transformation, body details as Padmé in her full Mustafar outfit, the surreal contrast of being in your mom’s house while fully transformed, the developing labor sensations, and the incoming texts and interruptions from your mom and Arielle:
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October 2nd, 2021
We had a party at Arielle’s house in Charlestown.
Later, I was lying in bed in my room, finally relaxing.
I bought Revenge of the Sith on my old Samsung Galaxy J3 Emerge and decided to head over to my mom’s place to watch it, just like I used to.
The room was dark except for the glow of the screen.
As the final scene played and the credits rolled, I stared at the black screen… feeling strange.
I got up from the bed.
My legs felt weaker… smaller.
My hips swayed.
There was weight.
A lot of it.
Seth (me):
“My belly… it feels… full.”
I placed my hands on it.
No. Not full. Not from food.
Heavy. Stretched. Hard. Alive.
Then it hit me.
Kicking. Rolling.
Movement inside me.
I looked down slowly.
I saw a massive, round belly pushing outward under a brown tunic.
Soft white leggings clung tightly to full, thick thighs and wide, curved hips. I could feel the smooth, snug fit of turquoise maternity panties beneath.
Every step made my heavy, plump breasts bounce slightly—held by a soft turquoise maternity bra—each breast soft, round, and firm, easily 42H in size.
My hourglass figure was undeniable:
A narrow, delicate waist
Massive, full-term belly
Wide, womanly hips
Thick thighs
A round, plump, heart-shaped bubble butt that swayed with each step
My brown boots hugged my feet as I waddled toward the mirror
The brown battle tunic of Padmé’s Mustafar outfit wrapped around my upper body, with open sleeves and a fitted waist that flared gently over the massive curve of my pregnant belly. A cream-colored inner layer peeked through the collar and sides. My white leggings hugged every curve of my strong, feminine legs. Arm warmers wrapped around my forearms, and my long brown hair was styled into Padmé’s elegant braided ponytail.
Then—
Padmé (me):
“…My womb feels so stretched… Luke and Leia won’t stop moving…”
I gasped, clutching the doorway.
Seth (me):
“I was Seth… just 2 hours and 28 minutes ago…
Now I’m 23… as Padmé?
Does that mean… am I going to die… like in the movie?”
My voice was different. Softer.
It was Padmé’s. Natalie Portman’s.
Padmé:
“Leia is sitting right above my cervix. I can feel the pressure.
And my throat still aches… from Anakin’s Force choke…”
A strong contraction hit.
I groaned, gripping the bed frame.
Just then—
My phone buzzed.
> Text from Crystal (My Mom):
“How was the birthday party dinner at Arielle’s?”
My fingers trembled as I picked up the phone.
They looked delicate. Feminine.
My nails perfectly trimmed. My skin soft.
I unlocked the phone.
Even my hands moved with Padmé’s grace.
Seth (me):
“I… still look like her…”
I typed slowly, but then paused. Another contraction hit.
I could feel my cervix slowly softening as Leia shifted.
Padmé (me):
“Mom…?” I whispered aloud, seeing her name in the messages.
Another ping.
> Crystal:
“Seth, I’m waiting. What ice cream do you want?”
My brow furrowed.
Padmé:
“I… I’m in my room. But… I’m Padmé… in my mom’s house…?”
I looked around.
Old posters. The bookshelf. A fan humming in the corner.
So ancient compared to the galaxy I remembered.
Padmé:
“No… I’m Seth… I’m not supposed to be Padmé—"
Another contraction.
Stronger.
I moaned, placing both hands under my belly for support.
I waddled slowly toward the bed, panting.
Knock knock
Arielle (my older sister):
“Seth? You okay? I brought over more food—some rolls from Texas Roadhouse!”
She was in the hallway.
I tried to respond—but my breath caught again as I felt Luke kick just beneath my ribs.
Padmé (me):
“Just a minute…”
I couldn’t hide my voice.
It was high. Soft. Completely hers.
Arielle:
“…Seth?”
I looked down at my belly again—massive, round, stretching the tunic tightly.
I wasn’t just dreaming.
I was Padmé.
Nine months. Full-term. About to give birth to Luke and Leia.
Wearing her iconic Mustafar outfit… in my old childhood room.
And the contractions were only getting stronger.
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Would you like to continue into labor, or have Anakin or someone else show up? Or maybe show Arielle or Crystal seeing you like this?
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