A message popped up on the treadmill screen. Erin squinted at it. Her eyes widened as she read it.
“Congratulations, your pregnancy is now six weeks along!” Hurriedly, she got off the treadmill. When she did, she noticed the sign explaining what the treadmill did.
“Well, great,” she muttered, frustrated. “Now what?” Some part of her was already attached to the kid, and didn’t really want to get rid of it. But it would cost money, and she didn’t have a baby daddy she could get child support from.
Unless…
Erin grinned deviously. She might not have a baby daddy, but she did have a male roommate, who was visibly attracted to her new female form. All she had to do was have sex with Adam and claim the baby was his. Some part of her shuddered at the idea of having sex with Adam, but another part was excited by the possibility.
With her plan decided upon, Erin left the exercise room, grabbed some clothing from the front desk, and went to the car to wait for Adam. As she waited, she paged idly through the pamphlets the person at the front desk had given her, resources on pregnancy that a new woman like herself would need. Adam arrived. She hurriedly hid the pamphlets.
“Wow, Erin, you’re even sexier than I remember,” Adam said. Erin grinned at him.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she purred. She could feel the urge to jump his bones right now. But should she?