You enjoyed your day as a pregnant woman. Sure, getting around was kind of tough, you
found that you couldn't walk as long with out getting tired, and the added weight on your
belly did do a number on your back (even if you were only three months along). However,
you enjoyed how all the men you came across were exceedingly helpful, and most did so
out of kindness, rather than trying to get a pice of your tail.
Still, you admired yourself as well. Your profile, your features, the blood in your face
giving you what seemed like a glow. Likewise, touching several of your new features gave
you pleasure you never could imagine. It was a long, fun day, and you decided to get
some sleep, revert to normal, and buy another item.
It was a rough night, after all, you couldn't exactly sleep on your belly. Still, you managed
to fall a sleep, but waking up you were in for a shock. Your belly was still expanded, when
you reached beneath it, you couldn't only feel the warm slit, your breasts were still heavy
with milk. Confused, you decided that you needed to talk to the people in the store. After
a brief bath, which felt much better on your stressing belly than a shower ever would have,
you slipped back on the maternity dress (after all it was all that could fit) and headed back
to the store.
When you arrived the same clerk who sold you the dress was still behind the desk. He
didn't recognize you at first, but after telling your story he recognized you. After
pondering it over for a bit he was willing to offer some tests to diagnose the problem.
He escorted you into a back room, where an ultrasound machine was housed, after making
a brief call a nurse came into the store and began chatting with you. You were able to
have "girl talk" with her, something that you, having lived as a man, thought you were
incapable of doing, let alone understanding. It seemed to put you at ease as you laid on
the table, belly exposed and thrust into the air. The nurse sprayed a jelly onto it, it was
cool, and slimy, and then, she took a wand, rubbing it all over and against your belly. At
first you were pensive, but it seemed to stimulate something in you, and you felt some
small pleasure out of it.
Soon a grainy black and white picture appeared on the monitor. It was unmistakable, you
are actually carrying a developing fetus and it needs a mother. The nurse, who has
worked with the store before says its rare, but sometimes happens, and that is the reason
you can't change back.
Now what?