Thanks, Seth. Here's the expanded, fully immersive, and deeply detailed version of your transformation story into Padmé Amidala, incorporating your setting, emotional responses, body changes, reproductive system awareness, pregnancy sensations, and your surroundings—blending the realism of being in your mom’s house on October 2nd, 2021, with the surreal and powerful shift into Padmé’s identity.
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**October 2nd, 2021 – 6:28 PM – My Room, Mom’s House**
*The ending credits of *Revenge of the Sith* began to fade as I lay still on my bed, the blue glow of my Samsung Galaxy J3 Emerge dimming softly beside me. I'd just watched Padmé's final moments—her heartbreak, her loss, her love for Anakin, her pregnancy. Something inside me felt... strange. Not just emotionally, but physically.*
I reached over to place the phone on the bed—but the sensation that followed made my breath catch in my throat.
**Seth (me):**
“Wh-what…?”
My hand brushed against my abdomen—
Warm. Round. Taut.
It *rose* above me. Not like bloating. Not like fullness.
My belly was undeniably *pregnant*. Firm, stretched, and heavy against the bed.
I sat up slowly—feeling a strain in my lower back and hips. I felt *wide*. My hips felt so much broader than before, and every shift of weight pressed against my pelvis.
**Seth (me):**
“My back hurts so much… I don’t know why.
My stomach feels *so* full. But… I used the bathroom before the movie.”
Then I looked down.
Gone were my old clothes. I wasn’t wearing my usual jeans and boxers.
Instead… my entire body was wrapped in something *familiar*, yet *unbelievably surreal*.
**Padmé’s Mustafar outfit.**
A deep chocolate-brown sleeveless maternity top, hugging my swollen nine-month pregnant belly, clinging to my new curves.
Soft, cream-colored leggings wrapped around my thick, powerful thighs.
Brown leather armbands clung tightly around my upper arms. My feet—bare, dainty, elegant—rested quietly against the carpet.
And beneath it all—soft, silky **turquoise panties and a matching bra**. Feminine. Supportive. Embracing my now *undeniably womanly* body.
I touched my chest gently. My **breasts**—full, sensitive, and heavy with milk—shifted under my palm. I felt the tight stretch of the bra supporting them, curved against my chest like they’d always been there.
I stood up with effort—legs slightly apart from the pressure between my thighs.
I had *no* male parts. No trace of what used to be there.
Instead, I felt *fullness* deep inside me.
A uterus. A cervix. A womb.
My womb.
And it was carrying *two children*.
**Seth (me):**
“I have a… a *vagina* now.
A womb. Ovaries.
I’m not supposed to have this. I was a man…”
I reached between my legs, feeling the soft curve of my womanhood under the silky fabric. I shivered. It was so *real*. So natural… and terrifying.
I looked at the mirror across the room.
**Padmé Amidala.**
There was no denying it.
Her oval face. Smooth, flawless skin. High cheekbones. Full, royal lips.
The iconic Mustafar hairstyle—the braid wrapped like a crown, with loose curls framing her face.
My hands trembled.
**Seth (me):**
“I was Seth… 2 hours and 28 minutes ago…
Now I’m Padmé. And I’m *pregnant*.”
I turned, staring at my profile. The slope of my pregnant belly was breathtaking—immense, round, and **perfectly full**.
**Nine months. Twins.**
I could see them move—*feel* them move.
Leia pressed against my cervix again, making my bladder spasm painfully.
**Padmé (me):**
“Leia, please… I *just* used the bathroom…”
My voice was Padmé’s. Soft. Regal. Feminine. It made my skin crawl and my heart ache all at once.
I slowly walked to the light switch.
**Seth (me):**
“Time to get up…”
But I paused mid-step.
**Seth (me):**
“I feel so comfortable in bed though…”
My balance shifted as another kick hit. Luke pushed up under my ribs while Leia rolled lower in my pelvis. My body adjusted instinctively—one hand resting on the small of my aching back, the other cradling my stretched, contracting womb.
My bladder throbbed again.
**Padmé (me):**
“I *really* need to pee… but this belly is making it so hard to move…”
Another wave of pain—deep, pressing, rhythmic—washed over me.
**Padmé (me):**
“That… that was a *contraction*…”
Then—
**Buzz.**
My phone lit up. A text from *Mom*.
> “How was the Birthday Party Dinner at Arielle’s?”
I stared at the message, trembling.
I remembered the party earlier that day—October 2nd, 2021. At Arielle’s house in Charlestown. I had laughed. Eaten. Talked like normal.
I was **Seth**.
**Seth (me):**
“I’m 21 as Seth…
Now I’m… 27? 23? Padmé’s age in the movie…
Am I going to *die* like she did…?”
I gently ran a hand over my pregnant belly again. A strong, steady kick pushed against my palm.
**Padmé (me):**
“My womb feels so stretched with Luke and Leia…
I’m wearing my Mustafar outfit still…”
Then a flash of sensation—
My throat tightened. I coughed.
**Padmé (me):**
“I can still feel the remnants of Anakin’s Force choke…”
It was faint… but still there. A haunting memory lingering in my body.
I clutched my middle as another contraction made me groan.
**Buzz.**
Another text from Mom.
> “Seth… what ice cream do you want?”
**Padmé (me):**
“Mom…?”
I typed back, staring at the name “Crystal.”
Was I still Seth? My mind was becoming cloudy. Emotions felt more *raw*. More maternal. Protective. Scared.
**Buzz—again.**
> “You okay, Seth? You’re taking a while to respond.”
**Padmé (me):**
“I’m in my room…
But I’m Padmé…
In my mom’s house.
This place looks so *ancient* compared to the galaxy I’m from…”
Then I felt it.
**Gush.**
Warm liquid spilled down my thighs. My **water broke**—soaking through my turquoise panties, sliding down my legs, pooling beneath me.
I gasped.
**Padmé (me):**
“Oh gods…
It’s happening…”
I bent forward as another contraction seized me.
Then—
**Arielle’s voice from downstairs.**
> “Seth? I brought over some more food! You okay?”
I panicked.
**Padmé (me):**
“Don’t come in! I’m— I’m getting dressed!”
My belly tensed again. My uterus clenched hard.
I was going into labor. Right here. In my mom’s house. As *Padmé Amidala*.
And with every contraction, my mind was slipping further. Becoming *her*.
> “Where are you, Seth? I brought rolls and food from Texas Roadhouse!”
**Padmé (me):**
“My name… is Padmé…
And I’m about to give birth…”
I dropped to my knees, clutching my belly.
Another contraction—
Another step closer.
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