News From the Womb

I should tell you that after I left Drey's house on sunday, I was already kind of sick. Okay, it was because I was sick with a slight cold, which was not yet the results of my consequences. Sure, Kyle took advantage of me, but prior to that I got it on with Phil and spent two days with Drey... If I actually told this things to either of the girls, they would clown on me certaintly. Or maybe not, I don't know, I never got around telling them that I actively pursued my best friends.

I remember getting back home and enjoying some down time with my family. I tended to the garden with my grandma, talked shit about the Miami Heat with my grandpa and even got to have my mother relax as we watched a movie. It was quite a bliss, and for the first time in the week of me getting turned into a bombshell, I finally felt somewhat at peace with my body. But sleeping was still horrible with those mountains of caramel fluffiness that made it difficult to lay down on my stomach, or at any position at all.

I could always try to guess if there was something wrong with me already at that time, but that thought never crossed my head, it's not like I'd do all over again, right? Well, that's what I thought at the time.

School was oddly becoming routine, even if I had to remind myself to go to women's bathrooms or use the girl's locker rooms whenever I had gym classes. It was a definitive weird adjusting period for me, even more than the last week - the girls were okayish and it was nice getting to know girls from a girl's perspective, and my relationship to Drey and Phil? Kind of strained.

I remember Phil being better around me, but he was still skittish and while we still talked, we never bantered during this period, while Drey was more back to normal, except the odd flirt here and there. It kind of annoyed me, but not in an exactly bad way? But he at least respected me to stop it whenever I asked.

"I'm fine... Mom. I just need to get this out-URGHKLHLH!"

"Marina. Open that door and let me see you, girl!"

I was vomitting, quite hard actually. At the time, I thought it was probably an expired bag of Cheetos or the amount of calzones I ate on monday night, but exatcly one week later after I first got **** into this form and the truth there was undeniable. I had a huge likelyhood of being pregnant, and while my relatives wouldn't kill me, I knew they would be heavily disappointed if it was due to my own choices.

My mother suspected of me having sex ever since the day Kyle tricked me into letting him creampie me, she never fully voiced it, since she was always busy with her work, but her worry over me hanging out with my usual friends always reflected that. The door opened and she was there, with her face of worry and leaning down by my side - her look quickly transitioning into more of a "disappointed mother" than a concerned one.

"So, are you sure that you are okay? I checked for fever already. It could be a stomach ache, or cramps!"

"I... am okay, mom. This was the end of it. I think I just woke up on a bad day."

"Marina, get dressed. We're hitting the pharmarcy."

"Huh, why?"

"Intuition, girl. I have a feeling that is nagging me ever since that thursday, so let's get going."

Funnily enough, I landed on the same pharmacy where I registered my second ID and where I learned I was under a Passion Breeder subtype, luckily for me, that cute cashier wasn't there and in her place was a bored unassuming guy. I remember that somehow eased me in.

The next minutes were of tension and delaying the inevitable, it was like I wanted to just be cramps or stomach aches, along with my mother, who was definitely impossible for me to identify what was she thinking, but then it was all confirmed on the pregnancy test. I was pregnant.

And this was the biggest change to my life so far... Who the hell impregnated me?!