“I have to ask... where are you in your cycle?”

He asked as he exhaled in post coital satisfaction. I lay over the table, thinking, my thoughts clouded by sex and a deep contentment. I struggled to make order of them, thinking of when I’d been male and planning my five day trial in this body. When the idea of sex and female cycles had scared me. Now they felt natural as I thought about them, but a part of me still struggled against that, still clung to my former sex.

“I’d wanted to avoid your period but not wanted to mess with your actual cycle. I wanted a clean trial run. So, um, ovulating,” I replied, my words distancing myself from the cycle but in my mind I realised it was a fundamental part of my new sexual organs. The hormones and biological shifts as my body went through the cycle of preparing itself to bare children. “Two weeks in.” The softening cock inside me and a pleasantly tingling womb full of his love cream made my situation more immediate. We were making babies... this wasn’t just science now. I could make a baby. Might be at this very moment.

“So YOU’RE fertile,” he observed, eyes twinkling in mild amusement that made me feel foolish as I craned my neck to look back at him. “What did you intend to do if you got pregnant?” He asked me curiously and I wondered how much say in the matter I’d have if I did. Claire was a scientist but I also knew she was pro-life. And... well... if she wanted me to stay like this what choice did I have? I rocked my hips and felt him inside my. Felt his cum inside me. Stoppered by his cock. Full.

“I’d not thought about it. I hadn’t planned on having sex. I’d not expected to be in this situation...” I replied truthfully, shocked by my own naivety and lack of forethought now. Sex felt too good. How was I expected to know I’d have a rampant female libido? “It would depend on what you wanted I guess... but... nine months... plus weening...” I felt confusion and worry and a strange maternal desire that I’d never felt before. It was strong. Instinctive even. Again my sense of powerless and it’s inherent arousal eroded my sense of self. Made me feel small and feminine and trapped. Messy sex and him still holding me down, cock softening in me, enforced his dominance over my body and life. I was his. If he wanted me to be a mother... then I would. That was such a strange realisation.

“Hmmm. I suppose we could get the morning after pill. Maybe later,” he mused as he slid out and juices dribbled thick and warm down my inner thighs. I felt a sense of loss as his seed left me. If I wanted a child I should keep it in me. Curl up in a ball and let his swimmers find my egg. Fertilise me... “We’ll see.” He said noncommittally. He had so much control over me in that instant. God it made me horny. His very casualness about such an important matter sent my thoughts tumbling down new and uncertain avenues.

I slowly righted my self and turned to face him, looking up at him, my hands resting self consciously on my slim belly. It could swell with our child. Holy fuck! That was a weird possibility that was desirably comforting.

“I’m warming to the idea of you being the mother of my children. What do you think?” He asked.

Dry mouth I nodded, not certain what to say.