"You're pregnant!" She announces. Your stomach ties into a square knot. Admittedly you'd kinda thought the idea of getting pregnant was hot as a guy and when you'd first turned into a girl, but now you actually were, you were pretty worried to put it mildly.
"So... will I have to wait nine months to give birth?" you gulp. "Do you have any birth control stuff for this early in the pregnancy? Can I abort?"
Dr Marley laughs a little at your exasperated reaction. "Calm down, it's gonna be OK," she explains. "The resort has a very simple measure to deal with pregnancies."
"Oh, thank fuck," you smile. "So do you have like morning after pills or something like that?"
"We do, but it's not the option we prefer," says Dr Marley. "What we prefer is for people to give us permission to induce rapid gestation and birth, and in return we make sure the process is painless, compensate you, and you and your partner get to choose whether to keep the baby at the end."
"That sounds good," you admit. "I guess I'll do that one."
"Wonderful," Dr Marley smiles, and she finds a weird syringe and injects it into your navel. You quickly feel weird, like your body is all malleable and stretchy. Before your eyes, your stomach swells up as the foetus in you grows. It's a really surreal feeling, but nice in an odd kind of way. Dr Marley is sat in front of your pussy patiently, and you realise she's waiting for the contractions.
Finally, you gasp as you feel pressure against your pussy, thankfully not feeling painful, but more like when you need to pee really really bad. Dr Marley touches your opening and says softly, "OK, now push." To your surprise, the contractions are pretty straightforward, and pretty soon the baby comes out.
As you look at the newborn and Dr Marley cuts its umbilical cord, you think to yourself, this is the weirdest experience I've ever had in my life. She gives it to you to nurse for a bit, and you cradle it while it sucks one of your boobs.
Once it's stopped crying, Dr Marley takes it and says, "Thank you so much. The resort gets a lot of funding and support from its pediatric research, so we really appreciate mothers like you helping us like this. Well, maybe mothers isn't a 100% accurate term, but you get the idea," she chuckles.
"No problem," you smile. Looking at the baby, you have to admit it is pretty cute- you'll have to have a long hard conversation with your partner about whether to keep it.
But speaking of long hard things, for now you wanted to go see him and figure out what to do next.