Responds like a typical man...

"Oh shit, John, why didn't you tell me? You fucking idiot... I can't be a father!"
"This is my fault, shithead? You basically **** me! I was begging you to stop!"

You stare at Alex with a mounting desperation. You've always known your best friend didn't act with his best judgment when it came to women, but never imagined that he could be capable of doing what he's just done... not to mention your horror that he already seems to be distancing himself from any responsibility that he might owe you. As you stand there, fuming at him, you become uncomfortably aware of his copious sperm oozing from your burning vagina and dribbling down your thigh. That is when you lose control.

Your little fists clench, and you move to hit him as Alex's pathetic excuses begin. You deliver a vicious slap to the handsome face that you are starting to despise. You can see the hurt and surprise in his eyes as he looks again at the bundle of anger and raw emotion in front of him.
"Jesus John. I'm sorry. I'm not ready for this. I gotta... I'm sorry. I gotta go. We'll speak later."

And just like that, your best friend is gone. Pulling up his shorts and grabbing his stuff, he runs through the house. You hear his car door slam and tires screech as he takes off, leaving you by the pool, half-naked and tear-stained, to your anguish alone.

You stagger up the stairs to the shower. You have just enough strength to futilely attempt to wash Alex's cum out of your tender pussy before crumbling under the scalding water, you find yourself sitting against the wall as a huge, deep sob tumbles out of you.

Looking over your new body, flesh reddening in the steam and hot water, you find a new core of strength inside you despite your misery. By the time you step from the shower and wrap yourself in one of the soft towels, a resolution has formed in your mind.