You felt a sharp pain in your abdomen and grabbed your belly with a large groan. A few heads turned your way. You weren’t sure what was going on, but didn’t want to deal with this any more. You began to waddle your way to the exit. Before you could leave, however, there was a splash. You looked down. Your pants were wet.
“Did your water break?” someone nearby shouted.
“I’m not really pregnant,” you protested. You felt another jolt of pain and screamed in agony.
“She’s in labor!” the same person from before said. “Is anyone here a doctor? I’m calling 911.” A handsome young man about your age came over to you.
“I’m an EMT. You seem to be actually in labor.”
“No, I’m-” You were cut off by another scream of pain.
“Come here, miss.”
“I’m- I’m a man,” you grunted. The man led you away to a side room and laid you down on the ground. He barked orders at the people who followed you, curious, telling them to get water and towels, as well as call 911. “I know you didn’t plan on giving birth at a college party, but your contractions aren’t far enough apart for you to get there in time. You’ll have to give birth here.”
Your eyes widened in horror. You can’t give birth! You’re a man! Your body was wracked with another contraction. You screamed again.
The pain covered your mind with a faint fog. You dimly saw and heard people returning with items. The EMT removed your bottoms and got you into the appropriate birthing position.
“Now push!” the EMT instructed. You pushed. And pushed. And pushed.
And then, after what felt like hours, you heard a baby crying.
“It’s a boy!” the EMT shouted. The people gathered outside the room cheered. The EMT handed you your son. You bared your breast so that he could suckle.
You closed your eyes. And when you opened them, you and your baby were somewhere else.