I hesitated. Perhaps I should ring first to tell her. So I did, and she told me to come in a couple hours. So with nothing to do, my female mind made a suggestion. Why not become pregnant? I clasped the ring to my new female chest and wished, desperately to be pregnant, pregnant with a girl. Immediately, my stomach began to push out, and become rounder. It ripped my shirt up, leaving the rags to fall to the ground. Leaving the bra to cover my breasts, until I was about 9 months pregnant. My breasts swelled, growing from D to about Fs, my nipples leaking the yellow liquid I knew was colostrum, turning before my eyes into white milk. Finally, my bra glowed, and was replaced by a thick, padded nursing bra.
I rubbed my belly gently, and felt the baby kick, causing me to giggle. Looking in my closet, I found that all my male clothes had been replaced by female clothes. There was also a section for clothes for when I am pregnant. The ring thought of everything! I was about to go to do some stuff when suddenly, water mixed with blood started gushing out of my pussy. I was already going into labour? I collapsed and I felt contraction run through me. Not knowing what to do, I began to strain, pushing with all my might, until I felt something coming. I continued to push, until finally, a baby girl popped out. Immediately, the mess of my water and everything disappeared. I felt he wound of my womb close and heal, and I stood up and took her in my arms. She was beautiful, her eyes just stared up at me. Opening the nursing bra, I let her latch on, and she began to suck. I patted her tiny head, as she sucked, pulling her nutrition from my own body.
Carrying her, I unlocked the door and left, heading to Kristy's house. By this stage, My daughter, who I had named Alexis, was sleeping in the crook of my arm. I gently rocked her, walking the short distance to Kristy's. I knocked and she looked at me. "Is . . Is that you?" She asked, and I nodded. She laughed and asked who my daughter was, and I told her.