The head mask made you changed you, your clothes and your surroundings to match the ethnicity you chose and that ethnicity was Caribbean. Your head felt very much confused as two set of memories and two identities clashed within your poor mind. You could see the sky in twilight glory. The air was warm. Very warm. Humid. Hot. With a soothing breeze. Oh, and then the smells hit you. Delightful smells of the sea, salt, fruits, fires and of the sand. Delicious smells of fresh fruits and roasted chicken and pork. The palm trees swung in the light breeze. It was a true tropical paradise! The sounds of the forest and of happy cheering reached your ears. You felt relaxed. Well, as much as you could be considering your humongous bulging belly. Your breasts were also freaking huge! Ready to burst forth milk for your little ones. It was as if you could feel your own tits demanding forcefully to your womb to bring that babe into the world so that they could gush forth their goodness, accomplishing their mission. You could feel the pull of maternity reach to you with incredible force. And yet as a male you were horrified by what you were about to do. Give birth! Breastfeed! Ugh! You were a guy, for crying out loud! The bulge of your belly means you could not stare at your genitals but the mere notion of having a vagina instead of a penis makes you want to throw up. You were lying amongst soft leaves and feathers and you were adorned with jewellery and paint. You were a girl in your early twenties, naked and surrounded by other Caribbean people, just as scantily clothed. Fires blazed and music played. You were offered cream, organic dainties, fruits, pieces of greasy delicious roasted meats... You gobbled everything, happy to eat. It should keep the baby calm until the labor actually started for good. But as you ate, you could glimpse stones around you. Odd stones with weird shapes. These looked like ruins... You were in an abandoned temple! But... why? You tried to gather your thoughts as to what a young Caribbean woman like you should be treated like a princess here. You were the center of a ritual but... For what? It seemed like everyone was waiting for something. Something to arrive. There was a definite sense of expectation in the air. But... How did it concern you?