Steve could barely think straight at all as the room spun around him. It blurred in a spiral before it all came back together. His vision cleared and he blinked a few times over. At first, he couldn't remember where he was. Why did he feel so tired? He suddenly got the answer as he looked down to see a tiny baby suckling on his exposed, massive breast. It was wrapped in a blue blanket and was suckling away on Steve's female boobs, clearly drinking milk. Steve just stared, let it finish, and then placed it into a cot next to Stephanie's bed that read Jake.
Steve's eyes shot open in terror and confusion. He was in a hospital gown, and his breasts were somehow larger than before. He began to hyperventilate as the memories of the last few hours all flooded back. The doctors, the pain, the baby wailing. Steve, as a woman, had given birth to his own wife. Before he could completely have a mental breakdown, a calm hand gripped his delicate hand.
"Hey, I'm right here, it's okay honey." Clark reassured Steve.
Although the last thing Steve wanted to see was a reminder of how female he was right now, Clark's presence calmed him down tremendously, so it was alright. In fact, Steve felt a little love towards Clark. Of course, Steve chalked this up to hormones as he cleared his throat and brushed his hair. Clark looked towards the baby and smiled.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Clark sighed. "I think he looks the most like you."
Steve fake smiled, trying his damndest not to freak out again. He was stuck in this life until he could get the stupid book back, but even then could he ever fully reverse this? Could anyone? His family still could not remember the old life, so maybe it was him. Steve decided that he could really be a she and that he was just crazy, but he figured the safer bet would be assuming he was sane for now. Just as these rush of thoughts started to rap up, there was a knock at the door.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Jones? You have visitors?" The nurse politely said as three people entered the room.
Steve's jaw dropped as the people who came in were nothing like how they should've been. But, more importantly, one of them was holding the book!