Undecided

Feeling uncomfortable, you roll Gwen off of you and get out of bed before shrugging, your hair tickling the skin on your back.

"I don't know what I want," you state, wrapping your slender arms around yourself.

Gwen turned on her side. "Its no rush, hun. We tell them, we don't tell them, maybe we stop having sex for a while. It's all about what is comfortable to you."

A surging balloon of annoyance started growing in you. Sure, Gwen was trying to by helpful, but she was being too helpful. You didn't want to make all the decisions. You wanted help.

Sighing, you speak up. "I'm going to go take a shower," you say. "Alone."

You stalk of towards the bathroom, your mood only souring as you think back on the last two days. So much had happened, and all so quickly. You weren't due for any kind of break any time soon. Your body was still hyper-sexual, there was a baby growing inside you, you had to confront your parents about being a girl, being a pregnant girl, and then what of your friends? Would you even tell them? How would they react? And the legal aspect of it all. Technically you were nobody. You didn't exist. You didn't even want to think about that.

Steeling yourself, you stepped into the shower. Despite how much the water hitting your body highlighted how different you were, there was a comfortable familiarity in the hot water falling on you, and you soon found yourself much more relaxed, spending almost a full hour in the shower.

Dutifully you dried off. You could hear some movement outside the bathroom door. Loosely wrapping the towel around you, you opened the door to step out.