Mommy maker subtype - A.K.A. Breeder

"- Breeder subtype. Luckily for you it was the lightest version, since the passion type tends to dampen the overall lingering effects. It's likely that you only have a 35% increased chance to actually get pregnant."

I remember my stomach sunk when I heard the breeder word, I've seen the news that circulate Summer City or any other city in the US. Breeders are pills that have a bad reputation around them even if most fertility clinics and some weird rich marriage counselors use those pills. It was the pill of "Get your life fucked" or "Get stuck with a child", not exactly the best when some versions of this pill keep you transformed after pregnancy.

I remember my mind flashing back to the sex I had with Phillip two days ago and I worried myself, but the assurance of the girls kind of took my mind off of it as we headed back to Amber's car. I could see I was mildly judged, mostly by Giullia, as she thought I could use something to "woman up".

"So, we're taking... Mari here for a spin? She looks like she could use retail therapy after those... News."

"A breeder? What does that do again?"

"Raises fertility. My brother knows a friend whom used it, now the guy is a mother of 6 and lives on Chicago with a dude. They married last year."

"Sarah! Inconvenience!"

The banter from the group was at least chilling to my mind, who I firmly remember that I was just anxious and worried. I tried to neglect the therapy, but Amber on the front seat turned her face and leaned in so she could look at me in the eyes, reassuring me. Sarah tells in a matter of fact, almost hippie way about the situation of an acquaintance, so honestly that I even heard her intention in not wanting to be mean.

The trip to the mall was annoying, I remember that we got stuck in traffic because of a God Damn police inspection. I found myself rolling my eyes as I remember two officers stopping us and guiding to park nearby a police car. Something something about a document overview, nothing serious, so while Amber talked to one officer, the other one kept a look on the road.

"Hey, psst! Mari! C'mere girl!"

"What is it Fran?"

"That hottie is totally checking you out girl! I know your situation isn't the best, but trust me, flirting is a ton of fun."

"Francine, for the love of Dio, don't coax the girl into seducing an officer on duty! And plus, that man has the age to be your grandfather!"

"But the age gap makes it so hot... I bet he'd like someone whom reminds him of his younger days...~"

"Actually, we could gain something of this."

"What do you mean, Sarah?"

"We could film... a Prank video?"

"And get arrested because of a prank? No thanks."

I remember the back and forth nature of their comments, Fran was showing her deviant side to me for the first time, I remember feeling flustered at her words, while Giullia just wanted this entire stop to be done with, and Sarah was... Being borderline a content farm. I just stood by the side as another officer changed places with the older guy and he came to rest on the shadow like we were doing.

Francine smirked, dragging me and Sarah, while Giullia lagged behind, reluctantly and finding herself to be outmatched 3-1 as we all approached the man standing next to his patrol car, drinking what I assumed was coffee. Very stereotypical, he even had a Dunkin' Donuts bag on the hood nearby!

Sarah had Giullia set the recording with her phone up, disguised as just scrolling down social media, while I was stringed along to catfish an old man. Afternoon goals here. Anyway, I don't remember much of the start, but it was all on Fran, as she approached him and got him to "answer some questions".

"Mr. Carson, wasn't it? Say, I thank you for saying that I look cute! But... There's my friend here, Mari, and she needs a bit of help with what style she should stick with! Just got out of a messy relationship and all."

"Yeah, Mr. Carson... If you could be really sincere on what she needs to look like... Don't be too patronizing though, the girl has standarts!"

I blushed under their gazes as their not so quiet comments drew attention to me and my frame, feeling self conscious in my low hanging jeans and old shirt combo. Heck, the white haired man stepped closer and looked at even my borrowed All Stars, almost as if he was feeling what vibed I passed as.

"So, you're the bombshell amongst your friends, huh?"

"I... I guess you could say that."

"Lovely accent there, Mari. Mexican? Cuban?"

"Brazillian."

"Oh! Never talked to one! The accent is lovely though... Just cruising the city? Student Visa?"

"Actually, I live here... With my grandparents?"

"Lovely then. I might add, my spanish is doing great."

The girls half giggled at my misfortune, and half stood by, wanting to see if anything went wrong so they could intervene. Giullia was the one holding her snorts the most and Fran was actually trying to have me open up more to the old police officer oogling me. Was this that normal? I can't even remember properly. And I spoke portuguese! Not spanish! Urgh, that always irked me.

"Hmmmm.... Judging from your vibe... You seem like a frisky person. You seem rather rattled as a woman, very old school... You could lean more into your skin, darling. It's wonderful."

The recording was cut short due to Amber finally going through her documents, and with Fran seemingly making mental notes on his comments as Sarah makes a funny joke at the old man's leering attitude, but I don't catch that as I am immediately running to the car, just wanting to hide in a room. Why Phil and Drey never made me feel this nervous?

"So, why did it take so long to go over DMV and some ID papers, Amber? Did you fucked the officer?"

"Gosh no! I am not that slutty like you Fran! His system crashed and I had to wait that old laptop of his work again. Why's the police of all organizations have slow Mac books of all things?!"

I remember enjoying a laughter with some of the girls and feeling in slightly in the loop, enjoying their banter as a whole. It felt like this at that time would get better, and while they did, I would still be surprised by events to come.