Erin got off the treadmill. She stared down at the new, enormous baby bump.
“I warned you,” said the middle-aged woman she’d spoken to earlier. Erin glared at the woman, but didn’t say anything. The woman was right.
“I can’t deal with this,” Erin muttered. She decided to go to the front desk. Surely, they’d be able to fix this, right?
Walking to the front desk was easier said than done, however. At her stage of pregnancy, she was forced to waddle, and had to stop every now and then to catch her breath.
“At least people open the doors for me,” Erin mumbled as she finally got to the front desk. The employee, a young man, looked up. His eyes widened. “Hi, your machines messed me up. Fix it.”
“Uh, sorry, but only one machine here is considered safe for someone as far along as you.” The man looked at something on the computer. “And judging by our records, you’ve already used it.”
“You can’t get rid of this?” Erin demanded, gesturing to her baby bump. The man shook his head.
“No. You and the babies will have to wait until after you give birth.”
“Babies? Plural?”
“Yes.” The man frowned. “That’s odd, the machine should only fertilize a single egg…” He typed a few things into the computer. “Ah. I see. You’re pregnant with identical twins.”
“Twins?!”
“Be thankful you don’t have more. According to your file, you had a 73% chance of identical triplets and a 51% chance of identical quadruplets.”
“Well…” Erin was rapidly losing steam as she struggled to come to terms with her situation. “Is there anything you can do for me?”
“Hm…” The man checked the computer again. “Yes! We can set you up with some clothing, direct you to some resources, and also change the father of your babies.”
“Father?”
“Right now, the sperm that fertilized you was from an anonymous donor. You can keep that or change it.”
“Change it to what?”
“Yourself from when you were male, someone you know, someone you don’t know, really, the sky’s the limit.”
Erin thought for a few moments, then knew who she wanted the babies’ father to be.