Mary knew all of the babies inside her were female--they had to be, since they were the direct result of drinking five woman vials. Becoming pregnant with five babies after that was no coincidence. So what if . . .
Experimentally, she chose one of the vials marked as man, the counterparts to the woman ones she'd already drunk. Uncorking it, she lifted it to her nose and her stomach rumbled--it smelled like the most glorious steak dinner she could ever have imagined. Unable to help herself, she swallowed it down quickly, then followed it with another that reminded her of a really good, intense chili, and a third that tasted like excellent tacos. Satisfied and sleepy, she plodded carefully to bed where she passed out for the night, hands protectively atop her belly.