Time skip two weeks forward (5 weeks until wedding)

Outside it's a bright sunny summer day, the heat slowly cooking the world. You're laying down on your parents couch, sheltering inside from the punishing summer sun. You are wearing only a pair of really short shorts that cover only the top of your thighs and a striped cami top, a perfekt summer outfit for a lazy summer day by your self.

Your parents left early in order to visit relatives and invite them to your upcoming wedding. This task of course includes having to explain that yes you are actually going to be the bride, no your not gay but have been transformed into a girl, also your pregnant, no this is not a prank. You feel really fortunate that you don't have to join them. Your sister meanwhile has decided to hang out with some friends today as she has apparently run out of big sister energy for the time and been in need to recharge. To be fair the last few weeks has been rather hectic as you and the other women of your family as well as your future mother in law has been busy planing your weeding. The insanity of which has left you drained after the first hour. Who knew there where so many bullshit things that where needed for a weeding? Who cares about napkins and glass-shapes? You kinda feel like it would be easier to just go to the courthouse, sign a paper and let that be it. But NOOO, that would not be proper at all apparently. Being dragged around town and looking at endless magazines and websites almost drove you insane. Until you figured out how to answer in such a way as to keep the majority of your companions happy while paying as little attention as possible. A skill which you refined to such an extent that you are now able pick a good color match for your weeding scheme with only a glance and defend your decision with relative ease. If you hadn't been turned into a girl you might have made a decent groom actually. Next week you will be shopping for a weeding dress but that seems manageable all things considered.

You have been chatting with Alex for hours every night and enjoying every minute of it. Sometimes you just talk, sometimes you just share lewd pics, but most times you do both. You feel really proud of him. His father seems to really have decided to **** Alex with responsibilities. Treating Alex close to a workslave. Yet Alex face it all with grim determination. Completing every task to the best of his abilities and soldiering trough the verbal put downs his father dole out regularly.

Having each other to talk to has really helped you both deal with your insane families. You have sometimes felt that your problems seem small in comparison to his. But he has always been happy to let you unload the days insanity on him. As have you been happy to lend your comforting support to him. During these long chats you have started to make plans for after the weeding. You are going to move in together, no matter how much it costs. You are going to live as newlyweds in a small one-room apartment if you have to, but you are going to be free of your parents tyrannies. You will be masters of your own household. There you will raise your baby together and work hard on until you are wealthy enough to by something big for your family to live in. Whether it's a large apartment our a house is as of yet fully decided. Then you are going to live a comfortable life together. That is your dream.

During last nights chat you showed Alex a secret. One you made especially for the two of you. One he really appreciated, to the point he admitted he was moved to tears by it. In the comfort of your solitude you have now taken it out of it's hiding place. It rests in your hand as you regard it. It's a piece of plastic, a small oval on it is marked with two red lines. Even tough the permanency of your transformation was supposed to be prof of your condition, the fact of the matter is that this little plastic wand reinforces it further. Its declaration is simple yet unmistakable. You are pregnant. You are going to have a baby. Alex is going to be a father and you are going to be a mother. It's happening and its really exciting for the both of you. You regard the pregnancy test, your hand not holding it lifts your top and rubs the bottom of your belly. You wonder at the life growing inside you, trying to imagine how it looks know, how it will develop inside you, how it will change you, how it will feel to grow bigger and fuller in the coming months.

A Hard knock on the front door shocks you out of your daydreaming. You hurry to hide the pregnancy test under a pillow and hurry to answer the door.