Batten down the hatches!

You fume at her options, she isn't even 'trying' to make this fair! As fair as trying to make a guy into a pregnant girl fot the rest of their life could be, that is.

"Fuck you. I don't know what I did to deserve this but come on! Fuck you! I am not going to throw myself outside and hope some asshole doesn't **** me, I bet you did something to make that even happen too! So yeah, I'll take my chances at home, let's see what the cops say when I call them, saying a crazy bitch threatened my life." You are on a roll, you just won't stop, "I'll have a detail until this shit is over and I'll win!"

She laughed. The woman on the phone just laughed after your triade, she actually thought it was funny. "Oh, wow, Whew," she took a controlled breath, "Okay, first off, you aren't going to call the cops. You're just some 'crazy bitch,'" she mocked, "that is in someones' house. No one who lives there is home, since, you don't count right now. You'd end up in a lock-up. And when you just happen to turn back into a guy? Well, hope you enjoy being a human experiment. But just so you don't have to suffer that, in case you are that dumb, I'll make sure you can't call anyone. You've made your choice... It's time to get in bed with it," with a dark chuckle, the phone went dead.

You look at the phone with an open mouth, you are really starting to think about how badly you fucked up. You run from the room and check the house phone, it's dead. You rush to your room, ignoring the smell through fear and check that yes, your computer isn't working. Beelining it to the living room confirms that the woman somehow killed all possible ways of digital communication. The only way to escape now would be to leave, sealing your fate in another way all together.

You take a deep breath and decide that if you're going to have to face this, you'll stare it down. You decide that you'll wait in your parents' room. If it comes down to it... they have the best bed in the house.

If your going to get fucked you might as well be comfortable.

Upstairs you close yourself up in your parents' room and sit on the bed, facing the door. You wait with a calm that you don't really have, it's more resignation, really. it's about 45 minutes later that you hear the front doot open, even though you know it was locked, you'd checked beforehand.

After a few minutes you hear footsteps, whoever was here was searching the house for you. It's almost funny that your Mom and Dad's room would be the furthest from all the exits, making it the last to checked. The steps get more defined as they come come closer, stopping outside the bedroom door. The doorknob turns...