She slowly made her way into the kitchen to make a drink, feeling the soreness of her swollen boobs and the uncomfortable weight of the triplets pressing against her internal organs. She’d been pregnant for five months now, she remembered missing her period…
Wait… wasn’t she a man until this morning? The why was the memory of getting pregnant so clear in her mind. Men don’t have periods. Men don’t get pregnant. Did the app do this to her?
She thought about getting fucked by the lawyers, she’d been pregnant then, right? And with the cop this morning. She’d been pregnant, right?
Yes. It all felt exactly perfectly ascertainable in her memory, but also fundamentally impossible. She felt herself getting a headache