Tifa had done it. Jim had tried to fight it at first, squirming and wriggling almost continuously for two uncomfortable days within her swollen belly. Later, when she started flooding his tiny body with feminizing hormones and her own X chromosome, he'd tried to resist again. Tifa's seed had been planted, and the male body inside her served as raw material for the quickly-developing female. Jim's penis softened, shrank, and melted away; immature female organs formed in their place.
Now it was time to complete the process: bringing the little girl into the world. No longer "Jim"; no longer someone else's-- just hers. Forever.
Tifa kept that word-- "forever" -- in mind as the next contraction came. Her best friend, her coach, the only other one to know of this baby's true origin, nodded, holding Tifa's right leg in the air. "Okay. Now you can push."
Tifa waited for the contraction to near its peak. She took a deep breath, held it. And she pushed.
The skin between Tifa's legs suddenly bulged outwards, but nothing else happened. Everything went back into place as Tifa relaxed, panting.
"You can do it. Two or three more.
Tifa was amazed, even at herself; at what she was seeing in the overhead mirror; at what she was doing.
On the next push her birth canal, which had been sealed shut since she'd pulled Jim inside, opened. The top of the baby's head appeared, then disappeared again.
Jim, to his astonishment, was all too aware of what was happening. Crammed at an awkward angle, anticipating each mind-numbing squeeze of Tifa's uterus, he knew that Tifa was giving birth. To him. Or, as the case now, "her". He desperately wished it wouldn't happen; that he could just go back inside, that she could change him back, make everything normal again.
Tifa took a huge breath this time. The bulge formed. Tifa's vagina, not long ago such a small organ, swelled open wide, and Tifa slowly and smoothly pushed the baby's head out. After the next contraction, Trisha was born.
Trisha couldn't see much yet, but she could hear enough: Cheers, "You did it!", "A baby girl!", and applause. Doctors recording the time of birth. Then she was whisked away, weighed, cleaned up a bit, and returned to her... mother.
Tifa smiled, weakly, and waited until she was alone before bringing Trisha to her breast.
"Remember these?"
Trisha couldn't answer. Nor was she really hungry, but she took what Tifa offered, anyway.
"Don't worry, there's no going back... my daughter."
Thu Jun 26 19:11:13 2003
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