You get to his house feeling a little dizzy

He drives you on his pickup truck to his place. Despite it being a little dark outside, you manage to catch a glimpse of the seedy and dilapidated property that Nathan apparently called home.

"We're here." He tells you after turnimg off the engine.

You step out of the truck and are instantly surprised by how dizzy you are. Apparently, only a couple of beers is enough to get your female body drunk. You lean back on the vehicle until you can find your balance, a significantly harder process considering your relatively small feet and the weight of your baby bump. Once you feel you're okay, you grab your stuff and stumble towards the front door.

As you approach it, you start to notice more clearly the state of disrepair of the house. Boards of the front porch are missing, some of the roof tiles have long fallen off, one or two windows are broken. You don't say anything though, deciding that it wouldn't be too wise to complain in front of the guy who had just offered you somewhere to sleep. You figured that as long as you had a roof over your head, the situation couldn't be too bad.

Besides, after you recall your experience with partying, that ain't by far the seediest place you've ever been to.

As the guy opens the door and you follow him inside, you're not that surprised by what you find. Some of the living room seems quite bare, dotted occasionally by furniture so old or decaying that Nathan might've gotten them from the dump. Some of it, you think, definitely should've been from there. An equally cheap carpet seems to cover most of the floor as well. You're thankful that you didn't have any allergies before or in your new girly form either.

You hear him close and lock the door behind you. You turn around and look at him, expectantly waiting for him to tell you where your room is. Nathan simply gestures for you to follow him and walks past you.

Obeying him, you both eventually stop by the end of the corridor. He points inside the guest room, if one can call it that. Given the state of the rest of the house, your room is as much as you could've expected. A single bed stands opposite of an old wooden wardrobe which can honestly crumble down at any moment. There are no sheets covering the matress and no pillows either, only a messy blanket to keep you warm at night. The curtains to the window seem to be in a similar state as well. The whole thing looks like a cheap love motel you'd bring a hooker to.

Trying to remain positive and hoping that there are no bedbugs, you guess that you're at least not paying for it. You also hope that it will keep you hidden from whoever turned you into a pregnant teenager in the first place too. Thanking the guy next to you, you drop your bag next to the bed.

"Now that you're here, don't you think you'd be more comfortable if you got out of these clothes?" A feeling of concern makes itself known as you hear him say. Did this guy just seriously suggest that?

You slowly turn around to face him. Your mind races as you try to come up with a way to tell him that you don't want to get naked in front of him.

"I-I'm okay." You stutter nervously as what Nathan wanted from the beggining becomes more and more apparent. "This outfit is quite comfortable." For the first time your feminized voice doesn't sound too bratty, more like afraid.

While you're hoping this is enough to convince him to leave you alone, Nathan approaches you with a sick smile. He brushes a strand of your curly blond hair out of your face and says. "I really think you should get out of these clothes."