Jim rubbed his belly gingerly, lovingly, as might any mother-to-be. Every chemical reaction in his body compelled him to simply accept this new state, and enjoy the glow of motherhood. He looked over at Sharon as she mimicked his actions, rubbing her own belly and cooing at little Telula inside. She was simply radiant.
And over there was Stacy, pregnant with Jim, Jr. She didn't seem as motherly, or as attached to the idea, but there she was, all the same. There was a togetherness in the room that was electrifying. Every person here had a direct relationship to him, and this thought nearly brought him to tears.
The baby in his belly seemed to sense this, or so it seemed, as it took this time to kick rather strongly. Jim gasped quietly and put his hand on his belly, then giggled to himself. Yes, he'd made his decision- he would not go back to being male anytime soon. This kind of freeing feeling only comes once in a great while, and now was his time.
His time.
And then Stacy rolled her eyes with a disgusted look on her face, and reached over and pressed the Eject button on the shirt.
Jim's mouth dropped. He looked at her, then to his belly, then back at her before doubling over onto the floor. Sharon was quick to his aid, or as quick as she could be with a nine-month pregnant belly protruding before her. She flashed Stacy an evil look.
"Hey, don't look at me like that!" she replied, "That estrogen-fest was getting a little creepy, if you ask me. It's just not right!" She leaned back in her chair, scratching the area around her navel with her painted fingernails, causing a disquieting raspy noise.
Sharon barely heard her. "Jim, are you all right?"
Clutching his belly before him, he simply had no words to describe the feeling as his belly simply receded away and was replaced with a wriggling form under the t-shirt. No mess, no fuss, no risky birth- he was now... a mother?
Speaking of no fuss, it was now time for his baby to begin it's caterwaul- a lungful of air, a confused, shaking body- all at once, it contracted into a cry so loud and piercing that there could be no doubt- this baby was alive.
And now, of all times, common sense decided to fail completely. Jim was stunned by the concept, both by his new-found femininity and his insatiable curiosity. Did he dare look under the t-shirt? Would it be a boy or girl? Would Sharon be considered the 'father'? Would his femininity, now that he was actually a mother, be permanent? Holy crap, would he be able to suck milk out of his own tits?
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