Two weeks rolls by.

You wake up two weeks later to the sound of Jane getting ready for work. She looks giddy and energetic as she goes around looking for clothes. You notice her putting on lacy panties, and for the first time that week, no pad. Your heart races at the thought that she's finally beginning a birth control-free cycle. She finishes putting on her clothes, grabs her bag, and hurries out the door for work. She seems not to have noticed you wake up.

You prepare for work as well and leave. You get little done that day, your mind wondering if she even went to work. You sit there doing nothing other than wondering if she's already with Jason. By the time you get back home, your fears are confirmed, your girlfriend should have already gotten home, but isn't. Though you weren't prepared for what you learned next. On the table is a note addressed to you.

"My love, Jason has asked us to isolate ourselves from you for the remainder of the month. He wants to guarantee he is the one who impregnates us. He's rented us a rental house for a few weeks and we're not allowed to leave until we show him a positive pregnancy test. Jess and I will be working remotely so you won't be able to find us, so don't try. I'll give you updates via text. Hope to see you soon, a different woman."

You call Jane, Jess, and even Jason, but every call goes to voice mail. You feel powerless and lonely, but mostly turned on by the transformative experience your girlfriend is about to perform. You masturbate yourself to sleep that night, fantasizing about what they might be doing.