Shame

After a rough and incredibly satisfying lovemaking session with Trish you quickly shower and race out the door to catch your bus. After sex you always feel weird now - weak in the knees yet brimming with energy. You suck in your belly till you can find a seat, letting your school jacket do it's duty and conceal your now noticeable belly. Still only four and a half months... but twins - those little bundles of joy are teaming up to steal every inch you've got to give! Whenever you let your breath out and relax you look close to six months gone. A fact that always leaves Trish smiling. You may not be able to fit in your cutest dresses anymore but you can make your girlfriend smile anytime you want.

When the bus gets close to St. Catherine's you see Julie and Samantha, a pair of girls from the tennis team that you've been getting to know, step on. Despite your wave they don't see you. Strange. When you get to school it's the same story - quick glances or turned backs from many girls you know and from many you don't.

You hear a weak "Are you okay?" and turn to see Bethany. She looks more timid than you've ever seen her. Since it's obvious from your cocked eyebrow that you have no idea what she's asking about she grabs your arm and tugs you into an alley between the gym and the science wing. She bites her lip and looks absolutely adorable, but not so useful when it comes to telling you what's up. At last she asks "Um... have you seen the school site?"

"What part?"

"Any part! There's, there's no parts anymore - it's all just... just..." her eyes glance down at your midsection and you put a hand to your belly protectively. "Oh my God, Oh my God! It's true, isn't it? Or part of it anyway. I mean, the rest..."

"What the fuck is happening Beth?!?"

"They - someone - posted all sorts of videos and pictures about you. They made up all sorts of terrible stuff about you. It's so bad! You have to get out of here, skip for the day, everyone will understand."

Her panic is infectious so you try to follow Bethany's advice. You would have made it too, if the vice principal hadn't pulled in just as you were leaving.

You have never been so embarrassed. Not as a woman, not as a man. The VP didn't know about the site either. He didn't know that he was leading you on a walk of shame. All those accusing eyes and those nasty snickers from the worst bitches the school has to offer. And the eyes that wouldn't look at you, the pity, that was even worse somehow. You were one of them, one of the school's more awkward, friendly girls. And you turned out to be a bigger slut that Missy MacKinnon - the senior who got caught sneaking boys into the bathroom one day.

Sure, the principal tried to be kind, but her hands were tied the moment your swollen belly was revealed. No way they can let you corrupt these little snowflakes - mommies and daddies wouldn't want their precious little darlings to see what happens to girls when they spread their legs. Wouldn't want them to think you can still go to class with somebody's baby growing inside you. You get handed a package - a package they probably never thought they'd have to give to a student with A+ grades. The 'alternate assignment package' for any careless pregnant sluts to complete at home. So you can still get a diploma, even if they're sure you aren't going to make it to college.

You bus home in a trance, school jacket hanging open. After all, who cares now? There's a whole website devoted to letting the world know you're pregnant. You sit in the shower, just letting the cold water rain down on you while you cry and cry. And that's how Trish finds you, hours later when she comes home from her last class.