Have a cold one and wind down a bit

Your tired body along with a creeping thirst makes you look at the small bar nearby. The thought starts to become attractive, you could really use the **** right now. Your little brain is not really sure how else to process all the events that happened today otherwise. Adjusting your jersey a bit to make sure none of your pregnant belly is exposed, you make your way there.

The place is sketchy to say the least. It's dirty and not well kept. Burly rough looking men seem to be the usual clientele. They all look at you when you come through the door.

You mentally curse yourself as you realize how out of place all that must've seemed. A pregnant teen walking into a bar sounds like the set up for a joke more than anything. The dirty kind. Despite this, there is nothing funny about your situation. As you sit your cushy ass down on a secluded table, your mind begins to race. The problems beginning to get more and more apparent. You don't exactly have a place to sleep tonight. There's some cash that you brought along with you, but you ain't really sure how many nights in a hotel it's going to last. Then there's the problem that you have no idea what to do from here.

Like, you managed to run away. Maybe that will keep you and your parents safe. But what is going to happen now? Should you keep moving? How many months until this pregnancy of yours is over? How are you going to solve your financial situation?

Before you can give any further thought to these questions, a big dude with a large greyish beard approaches you. With a cheap leather jacket, he looks like a complete caricature of one of those biker gang members. In fact, as you look around for a second time, the bar seems to be filled with these types. And you don't like the suggestive way that some of them are looking at you.

"What's a little girl like you doing in a place like this?" The big dude asks the 'little girl', A.K.A you, directly.

"But I'm uhhm..." You interrupt yourself as you're reminded of the body you're in and that, for your safety, you should probably act the part in public. At the same time, you struggle to find a proper excuse why a teenager should be allowed inside a bar. You feel your muscles getting tense, you have no idea what to say.

"Relax, she's with me." Another guy intervenes. He had short brown hair and beard, and also dressed himself as if he was some sort of lumberjack.

"You shouldn't be bringing her here." You feel an urge to sigh in relief. Yet you still find yourself feeling somewhat insulted. Back when you were an actual teenager and not pregnant, nobody tried to kick you out from a bar. Who does this guy think he is to tell you where you should or should not go?

"Yeah, yeah, she's my cousin. We just came here to grab something to drink and we'll be out of here." He replies as he also makes himself comfortable on the table you were sitting on. The biker grunts and starts to head back to his group, leaving you two alone for the moment.

"Thanks." You tell him gratefully, some much needed relief washing over your feminized body.

"No problem." He dismisses, with his nonchalant expression. With what you manage to identify, he seems to be only a couple years older than your age. Your actual true age. "Though," he continued, "I'm gonna ask you the same thing. What's a little girl like you doing here?"

You think over for a second if you should answer that. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if you confided in him a little. "I ran away."

"Well, with that bag you're carrying around, that was easy enough to guess." He began. "Does this have anything to do with it?"

Your look follows to where he is pointing until it lands on your pregnant belly. For some reason, you feel your cheeks heating up a little. Though not even close to the entire story, it is technically true. "Partly." You decide to answer.

"Partly, huh?" He repeats before laying back on his seat and proceeding to offer you. "I got this spare room back at home. You can stay there for a while if you'd like."

You feel your heart skip a beat inside your chest. Not having to worry about where you might be sleeping for a couple nights is a huge load off your shoulders. Not to mention that it gives you time to decide what you should do next.

Yet you still can't bring yourself to feel fully relieved. You're painfully aware of what you are now. Having been a guy yourself not too long ago, you can think of a few things this dude might be wanting in exchange.

You bring your petite hands over your baby bump as if to ask for advice.