“This…can’t…be…” he huffed between breaths, trying to resist his growing desires. His incoming memories soon turned motherly as he remembered giving birth to Miao. Breastfeeding, caressing, and raising the little girl had become a part of him. He loved his daughter, and he’d show that same love to the child growing inside him. His resistance began to fade as the satisfaction of motherhood began to take hold. He’d never felt anything like this before, both physically and emotionally. This body wanted him to accept his new life, and he knew he couldn’t fight it much longer. The name Chris began to feel like a dream fading in the morning. His old life was disappearing, being replaced with that of a caring, simple life of an indigenous mother. He wiped his tears away one last time and looked at the little girl hugging him.
“I love you, mommy,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. With those words, Chris accepted his new life and smiled at his…no, her daughter. She put one hand on her daughter while caressing her belly with the other and smiled.