Having a baby that was basically a walking mutation roulette had been a challenge even when she had basically been a tiny sack of potatoes. But now that the tiny sack of potatoes had mobilized herself, Iris was fast becoming a menace. The Grey-Morris family was going through a tough time, with Kalos and Becca's shift from mutant to... magician?..., but raising a baby did not offer any breaks in the process. And as much as Maya enjoyed cosplaying as a mythical woodland creature, it was much harder to keep up with a toddlig-crawling baby while on hooves.

"Do *not* make a comment" she glared at a student as she klopped past, following a giggling Iris with tiny red-furred goat legs sticking out of her diapers. She did not yet have the balance to toddle on baby hooves, but she was an extremely talented crawler. Actually, if anyone asked Mirror, Iris was extremely talented at everything. But that didn't make her any less exhausting.

"Alright, Faun, bedtime for you" Maya sighed, scooping up the giggling baby and heading to the bedroom. Iris had been put to bed twice, but she did not seem to share Mirror's pre-shift sleepiness at all. That would have been too easy. If anything, she had the opposite: she rarely slept before midnight. Which, mercifully, was just a few minutes away.

"Is it bad that I wish it was lavender scent for tomorrow?" she asked as she entered the room. Becca was getting ready for bed, and Kalos was probably already asleep. Or whatever teenage witches did at night. Maya yawned, feeling the shifting time creeping up on her as she tucked Iris into the crib (again) and kissed her on the forehead. She sank into the armchair by the crib with an exhausted sigh, waiting for the shift to happen. In a few minutes, Gawain was sitting in Maya's place, with a skirt wrapped loosely around his hips. (Pants were a no-go on goat leg days). He yawned again and stretched, peering over into the crib. He sniffed. "Well... we might be in luck?"

Magic was hard.

Okay, that was not entirely true. Some magic came surprisingly easy. Small spells came to Becca like afterthoughts. They were not perfect; she had some kind of minor locator charm for things she lost in the apartment, but she did not always find the thing she was looking for. At least she now had an idea of how many hair ties her cat had stolen away and hidden.

Maya was doing her best to be supportive while her wife was diving into pagan and witch spaces online, trying to learn practices to use her magic safely. When Iris crawled off, Maya was quick to chase her down, knowing the consequences. When they returned to the room with matching satyr legs, Becca did her part to stifle laughter. She spent her own portion of the day earlier clopping around the living room, so there was no judgment from her.

Becca joined her spouse as the baby was set down into her crib, standing at her side grinning. "We need higher bars for th' crib. Our wee babe inherited our adventurous spirits." Heavens help them in the years to come.

There was no harm in hoping for a good roll from the Great Wheel of Iris Mutations. They loved their daughter no matter what, but some mutations made their lives calmer for a day. "Ah dae loove th' lavender days. Though I'm also biased toward th' Heart Eyes days." Those had been good to her.

It was easy to figure out the time with Mirror and Iris around. Becca watched Maya's figure broaden and hair receed until Maya became Gawain. Peeking into the crib, the goat legs were gone, but in the lowlight, at a glance, nothing was obviously different from base Iris. "Nae new scents. Nothin' glowin' far as Ah can tell. Did her hair gie shorter, though?" That seemed innocuous for a mutation. Curious, Becca extended a hand to her sleepy daughter's head to brush the strawberry blonde hair.

At the contact, a shudder ran through Rebecca's body. "Nothin' obvious," she mused with an odd frog in her throat. Confused, she did not immediately notice her perspective-changing as her height increased.

Iris was peacefully drifting off to sleep, without displaying anything immediately obvious. She was sometimes fussy with the shifting, especially with the physical mutations (she hated sprouting a devil tail in diapers), but right now, it seemed like they were in for an easier day. Becca leaned over the crib to inspect her.

>>"Nae new scents. Nothin' glowin' far as Ah can tell. Did her hair gie shorter, though?"

"That would be new" Gawain noted, peering over into the crib. "Maybe it's heart eyes?..."

>>"Nothin' obvious,"

For a split second, it wasn't. And then it was. Gawain looked up, and his jaw dropped as Becca... well. That was...

"Umm... Becks?..."

What.

Iris whined for attention in the crib, but Becca would need to address that when this sudden stomach flip-flopping passed. Something was happening, it was just taking its time.

Her body shifted, arms, waist, and legs all gaining bulk until her clothes tightened. Her breasts sank into her chest as the chest itself broadened. "A body change? Wait, mah voice," she noticed, realizing it was deeper in a lower timbre. It was like the voice of a man.

Oh, damn! That was why this was familiar. This was the transformation she watched her spouse go through every night. The hair on her head receding as her body and cheeks were coated in fine red hair. When the change passed, her body was masculine, just over six feet tall, and built of strong muscle. Still adjusting to the shock of her new body, she examined her hands and arms, taking stock. Her shirt was suffocatingly tight, so with some effort, she pulled her top and bra over her head, revealing her upper body. "Sae... dinnae quote me on thes, but Ah think Ah figured out what mutation we're dealin' with today. Yours." Well, maybe sans the mirror hopping.

"Gods, thes feels sae different." She shook her head, but as expected, it felt lighter without two feet of strawberry blonde locks swishing around. "Hoo dae Ah look?" she asked, still fascinated by this new change.

Both of them were very much accustomed to Iris throwing physical mutations at them by now. Mirror had watched Becca have satyr legs, harpy wings and devil tails on a daily basis. But watching her turn into a man... that was on a whole other level.

>>"A body change? Wait, mah voice,"

Same accent, deeper voice. Gawain watched in awe as the realization dawned on Becca.

>>"Sae... dinnae quote me on thes, but Ah think Ah figured out what mutation we're dealin' with today. Yours."

Was this what Becca saw every night when Mirror changed? Probably so. Gawain stood up, looking at his... husband?... Becca was almost as tall as him now, and definitely ore muscular. Gawain raised an eyebrow as he peeled off the shirt and the bra.

"Those are a pain, aren't they" he smirked, shaking his head in disbelief.

>>"Gods, thes feels sae different. Hoo dae Ah look?"

"Like the cover of a romance novel?" Gawain grinned, giving him a once over. Becca was living the full Farlander fantasy. "How does it feel, being a guy?"

Gawain was getting too much pleasure out of watching Rebecca deal with the same transformation he experienced each night, scrambling to leave women's underthings before his body broadened and nearly strangled him. This was her first foray into that experience, and she finally empathized with why each night he rushed to get everything discarded. Next time she was taking her sweet time with Maya at eleven-fifty-five, she'd remember this.

Feeling her forearms, she was surprised by the extra muscle. She worked out plenty, but evidently a whole influx of testosterone probably did wonders for a body. She smirked at the romance novel comment. "Hitched tae th' Highlander, maybe?" What male-loving woman would not enjoy the fantasy of a ripped Scot to whisk her away.

Though that really was not Rebecca. "Ah mean, Ah'm nae a guy," she clarified, confident that she did not feel like a man just because her body was like this. "But Ah dae feel masculine. An' tall. Th' room looks different from this angle!" She looked around, then back at her body and jumped. "Ha. Nothin' tae bounce. That's weird; nae sure if Ah'm relieved or Ah miss them."

>>"Hitched tae th' Highlander, maybe?"

Gawain chuckled as he looked at Becca taking stock of her new physical dimensions. It was strange to watch that transformation from the outside. He did not remember the time he started shifting, so the first experience was something he could not compare to.

>>"Ah mean, Ah'm nae a guy,"

"Oh. Right." Gawain looked a little sheepish, like the last time they had babysat Alex.

>>"But Ah dae feel masculine. An' tall. Th' room looks different from this angle!... Ha. Nothin' tae bounce. That's weird; nae sure if Ah'm relieved or Ah miss them."

"I know right?" Gawain grinned. Becca definitely had the better boobs, but they were always different from the wearer's perspective... Well, this was going to be an interesting power to add to the roulette.

"Wait... you think this means...?" he turned to look at Iris who was blinking up at them sleepily from the crib.

Rebecca was aware of her husband watching her explore her new body, but that did not slow her down. Gawain always drank in her appearance, though the motivation was different this time. They talked about it previously, but for all the genderswapping they did, Mirror was not bisexual like their wife. "Ah hope it's nae tae disappointin' for ye. Ah know ye're nae big on the masculine form; should be back tae normal in an hour if Ah can keep mah hands off th' wee one."

When Becca brushed past the mislabeling of her gender, Gawain accepted it, but he seemed awkward about the topic. When Gawain was Gawain, he was male, when she was Maya, she was female. Their gender identity had always corresponded with their sex, so it was still hard for them to wrap their head around shifters who changed sex but not necessarily gender.

Becca was distracted from her lack of boobs by Gawain bringing attention to their daughter. "Interestin' question. Ah mean, 'sides frae one difference, Ah guess there's nae much changed when she's that young." Rebecca thought that was the obvious inference, but inspecting Gawain again, it hit her. "Dae ye think yer immune? Ye dae switch yer sex already. Huh, curious... Ah mean. There's always a way tae find out..." Rebecca was known for her curiosity, and a change in body did little to change her personality.

>> "Ah hope it's nae tae disappointin' for ye. Ah know ye're nae big on the masculine form; should be back tae normal in an hour if Ah can keep mah hands off th' wee one."

"It's more amusing than disappointing" Gawain smirked. He had never really been attracted to men (people often made that assumption about Maya), but Becca was still Becca. "You are still my... wife. You know I like you in any form." After the harpy wings and the satyr legs, this was not all that far out of the ordinary.

>>"Interestin' question. Ah mean, 'sides frae one difference, Ah guess there's nae much changed when she's that young... Dae ye think yer immune? Ye dae switch yer sex already. Huh, curious... Ah mean. There's always a way tae find out..."

"Yeah, I have been thinking that too." Gawain noted, giving Iris a curious look. Leave it to Nature to make sure Alex was not the only shifter baby in the family. Gawain thought for a moment then reached out, brushing a hand gently along Iris' cheeks, and holding her little hand for a moment. Iris giggled and sat up, watching curiously as Gawain felt the telltale shiver, and turned back into Maya.

"Well... damn" she blinked, looking up at Becca who was suddenly taller than her "... as if I needed more shifting in my life."

It was comforting to know Gawain was going to fancy her regardless of her body. He had seen wonkier things than a male physique thanks to their surprise box child. "Ah'm glad Ah married a romantic," she teased, glad she was in loose pajama pants for the night.

Sharing in his wife's curiosity, Gawain cautiously brushed the cheek of their child. The effect was immediate and familiar. Rebecca smirked, watching Gawain become the smaller and slighter of the couple until Gawain was officially the Maya Becca knew all too well, wrapped in a skirt and not much else. Maya was disappointed, which was fair given her distaste toward the act of shifting. Becca's change did not hurt, but there was a sensation she now recognized after the fact.

"At least it seems tae be a rare one in Iris' arsenal," she sympathized, stepping closer to enjoy a height difference she was usually on the other side of. "Gods, ye really get an eyeful of my chest up here, don't ye?" Maya was not as well-endowed as Rebecca in her normal body, but she could still see the benefits of the tall man's perspective.

"There's somethin' cute about ye bein' sae short," Becca teased, taking Maya's chin in her larger hands, lifting it to meet her eyes. "Ah dunno, this could be fun as a treat on occasion. Ah alsae have a real temptation tae pick ye up. Is that jist somethin' tall folk want tae dae with small folk?"

>>"At least it seems tae be a rare one in Iris' arsenal,"

It was. Iris was almost a year old, and this was the first time she had manifested a new power. Would there be more? Only time would tell. They would have to make a new color for her schedule for this one. And then probably hand her off to Sam for babysitting, for sh** and giggles.

>>"Gods, ye really get an eyeful of my chest up here, don't ye?... There's somethin' cute about ye bein' sae short. Ah dunno, this could be fun as a treat on occasion. Ah alsae have a real temptation tae pick ye up. Is that jist somethin' tall folk want tae dae with small folk?"

"This is weirrrd..." Maya grinned as Becca looked down at her. It was still very much Becca, but it was also Becca in a very tall and masculine highlander body. Maya was not used to being smaller than her wife. "I mean, I like picking you up. I don't know if that's a tall person thing tho..."

Becca had no issues handling a mutation that would make her present male, but for the sake of her daily life, it would be easier if this was a rare option for Iris. Sure, many of her mutations made her look wildly different, but she usually looked like some version of herself. The day might be more challenging if Becca looked like another person entirely. Sure, she could find fun ways to take advantage of her anonymous "male" persona, but that meant fielding questions from students and staying away from her camera for the day. She would consider this guy!Becca a sometimes treat.

They would worry about that when it came time for the waking world. It was just past midnight, so the only person she was going to interact with was her wonderful spouse. Grinning, Becca kissed the top of Maya's head since it was so readily available. "Our lives are weird, loove. This is just a new flavor of it. Though Ah must say."

Becca wrapped an arm around the back of Maya's thighs, pulling her up with surprising ease. She smiled now that Maya was being held up in her arms with the brunette's legs dangling around either side of Becca's firm waist. "Ah might be havin' fun with this new weird." Lifted, Maya was back to eye-level with Becca, so the redhead took the opportunity to kiss her wife, hoping her stubble would not make the experience too uncomfortable for Maya.

>>"Our lives are weird, loove. This is just a new flavor of it. Though Ah must say."

Weiiiirrrrd. Maya had never been kissed on the forehead by a significant other before. Wholly new experience. Not something that should have been the most significant in the current situation, but there it was. And then Becca scooped her up, and Maya let out a yelp. Not having much experience with this either, she flailed a bit before she managed to wrap her legs into a secure position.

>>"Ah might be havin' fun with this new weird."

Becca kissed her, and Maya smirked against her lips.

"Well, this is definitely a first. I mean, kissing... someone with stubble?"