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Chapter 3:
After dozing throughout the night, reading, or trying to go back to sleep, Ava and I decided to wake up and start the day.
“Will you be okay if I head to work for a few hours?” Worried eyes carefully scanned me up and down.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. You and your magic hands made me feel allll better,” I sang before pecking her cheek, forcibly stopping myself from audibly inhaling like a weirdo, she smelled amazing.
Then she had to ruin the moment. “You like how my magic hands make you feel good huh?” Cue a perverted eyebrow waggle. I threw her bra at her face in response.
Going through the morning bustle and once again reassuring her I felt fine, eventually I shooed her out the door. I actually was still a bit tired, but I only had one class on Mondays and I told myself I’d go. For the next two hours I spent time doing laundry and freshening up my room. Thankfully I didn’t freak about dismantling my ‘nest’ this time.
Before I left for class though I decided to switch out my top for a thin black turtleneck. Spring arrived a few weeks ago but we still had some chilly days, I hope no one would question it.
My apartment wasn’t too far from campus, I could make it to class in fifteen minutes if I rushed. Instead I took my time to not strain myself. I don’t want to disappoint my Alpha afterall.
Wait, where the hell did that thought come from? The idea of not taking it easy after saying I would made me feel really uneasy. Guilty and bad. Because extra worrying would upset Ava and cause her distress. I didn’t want to do that. Plus, I said I would.
Changing my daily behaviors for someone felt...weird. Different than promising to meet up with friends or making other plans. This, being a bit more conscious of my health, significantly changed my day.
First of all, I managed to leave bloody early for once! Not my perpetual five minutes late while charging out the door routine, out of breath. Instead, I calmly walked through the light drizzle, appreciating the abundant Pacific Northwest greenery, and let my thoughts meander.
A cool rainfall drowned out the worst smells of the city. There were still hints of wet garbage and pollution when I passed alleyways, but petrichor, flowers, and the nearby bay stood out the most.
At least, until I got to the quad. There, among the cherry blossoms, walked a young man with his fraternity brothers. Everything about him seemed to take up space. Bright blonde hair, clothes that screamed ‘douche’, a ridiculous swagger, and the raucous laughter of his bros. His stench made me miss a step when I noticed it. It was a strong, heady punch to the nose that reminded me of stale beer, salami, and Ax body spray.
Glancing away, I still heard when his laugh suddenly cut off. Immediately, I switched directions to enter the nearest building. To my dismay, he jogged over to me and snatched open the door before I could.
“Ladies first!” He chirped with a suave smile and theatrical bow.
I gave him a brisk nod of acknowledgement and sped up. He kept pace.
“My name’s Jake, what about you?”
“Lily,” I lied with a bored monotone.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” I forced myself not to roll my eyes as he continued, “Could I get your number so we could talk more?”
“I’m late for class,” is all I said before climbing the stairs two at a time. Finally, he got the message and stopped following me. To be safe I walked to the other side of the building before returning to the ground floor. Sure enough, as I left the other side of the building I saw him trying to see through the windows to find my class. Creepy.
Guess my paranoia was justified for once. My thoughts raced all through math class, I took notes on autopilot. As soon as the bell rang I booked it to the student LGBT+ center without incident. A dozen special, but neutral, scents stuck out to me. Betas, if I had to guess. I crossed paths with two other Alphas but with the thick crowds I think I managed to avoid their attention.
Upon stepping through the rainbow beads across the doorway, I took a whiff and then relaxed. There didn’t appear to be anyone else who Presented among the few people chilling here. In the past, yes, but not currently.
RNJesus must be paying me back for the frat brat earlier. After exchanging a few greetings with familiar faces, I rapped my knuckles on the open door of Ret, a sort of counselor-facilitator for the center. “Heya! Do you have time to talk for a minute?”
They looked up from typing on some spreadsheet, “I have a few things here and there, is it important?”
“Actually, yeah, it is.”
“Alright, come in then.”
Shutting the door behind me, I flopped into a bean bag. This brilliant idea came to me towards the end of class. It might be a bit much, but paranoia already helped me once today. The Changed people were a new minority, one with a lot of mystery around us. Although nothing drastic has happened publicly yet, humanity doesn’t have the best track record with the unfamiliar.
Thus, who better to express my fears to other than a queer, non-binary adultier adult who has a strong connection to their Jewish heritage? I’d say they have quite a bit of both personal and generational wisdom when it comes to preparing for possible persecution.
Once I started speaking the words flew out of my mouth. I spared the graphic details and stared at the ceiling a lot but I told them about my past few days. At the end of my vocal vomiting session I slumped back, drained.
“Wow, okay. First of all I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m very glad you came to speak to me though and I’m happy to help in any way I can.”
I just gave them a weak smile, not sure what else to say.
“What sort of help would you like?”
“Well, it would be nice to know how exactly my body is changing. I don’t know what changes most omegas go through, not to mention if my surgery changed anything. Also it would be really helpful to know if I can become or am pregnant.” That question in particular made me feel odd and so confused. I grabbed a nearby slinky and started fiddling with it.
“Okay. I have a contact at the medical center I can help you make an appointment with. I’ll try to see what research papers are coming out. Nearly the whole world is studying this but it's too early to know very much.”
“I don’t want any of the omega stuff on my record,” I interjected. “The idea of being on some kind of list really doesn’t sound like a good idea.”
They leaned back, pensive. “I understand that. I’ll see what I can do. Of course everything we’ve talked about is confidential provided you have no plans to hurt yourself or others.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m familiar with the standard privacy thing. And I don’t, by the way.”
“Great, I’ll email you anything I find. Anything else you’d like to talk about?”
I tried to think if I missed any important information, “Actually, could you email me at [email protected] and not my university account? And don’t include my name?”
“Can do. Also, I’d like you to find a therapist to talk to. There’s been a lot of change in a short time in your life. My role here is more of a facilitator and connecting students to resources and generally helping. There’s a pamphlet of recommendations by the door if you want to grab it.”
I assured them I would and said my farewells to everyone in the space, scurrying out of the building. Of course I had to run to catch my bus before the doors closed. I flashed my pass and collapsed on the nearest seat. I had barely caught my breath from the embarrassingly short jog when I froze. I smelled another Alpha.
Turning around, I saw her sitting four rows back against the window, wearing generic office attire, silver beginning to show in parts of her short bob. I made the mistake of looking into her eyes. Mature, hard, and sharp, the more I looked at her features the more she appeared to be a great raptor ready to dive bomb onto prey. I froze. Staring into her gaze a weight seemed to press down on me. Almost as if an invisible hand added another textbook to my bag every second. Except the weight pressed down all over my body, especially my head.
Eventually the weight grew heavy enough to break me from my stupor. Immediately I looked away and relief flooded me. Trying not to breathe too hard, I forced myself not to wipe away the sweat I felt on my brow.
Instead I kept my head turned towards the front. The hawk-like woman didn’t seem to be glaring daggers at her anymore at least. In the glimpses I saw of her in the driver’s mirror she seemed satisfied?
Pulling the stop cord, I jumped off the bus and started walking down the hill. Fifteen seconds later, once the bus was out of sight, I turned around to walk up the hill. Ugh, I should’ve got off the bus one stop early, not late, then I could’ve walked downhill instead.
It's not paranoia if they’re actually out to get you, right?
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The second that I walked through the front door it felt like the whole day caught up to me. Grey and their boyfriend, Daren, were eating some sort of pasta using our couch and low living room table. I promptly sprawled out on the carpet opposite of them like a starfish.
“Should I grab the garbage bags and tape?” Grey asked.
“Huh?”
“Well, last time you felt horrible you went into heat shortly after. Then you weren’t exactly moaning in pain anymore.”
I groaned and double face-palmed.
“No, they didn’t sound quite like that.”
I held back another groan at the dry humor. “Sorry for making you hear all that. And thank you, for helping.”
“No problemo.”
Daren gave me a weird look, “So it's true then?” I nodded and pulled down my turtleneck to show my bite.
“Woah.”
“Wicked. Where’s your girlfriend now by the way?”
“Mate. And she should be getting off work soon.” Checking my phone, I saw a new text from Ava. “She’ll be here in an hour.”
I couldn’t wait till she got back. The whole day I’d been increasingly on edge. I thought it had to do with worrying about other Alphas, but nothing changed once I came home. I just wanted to sleep.
For dinner I grabbed a few rolls, a protein drink, and a granola bar. Passing the time on my phone, I looked up when I heard footsteps walking up to the front door. Standing up, I threw open the door and wrapped Ava up in a hug. As she hugged me back I felt the last parts of me relax.
“I missed you,” I said after giving her a peck.
“I missed you too.” She rested her cheek on my head, I was a little too tall to tuck under her chin.
“I already ate dinner but I’m exhausted. I tried to take it easy today but some things came up, I’ll tell you tomorrow. Now that you’re here I can finally fall asleep. I couldn’t even nap earlier,” I whined. Me and lack of sleep really do not go well together.
“Okay hun, I’ll heat up some food I brought over then come cuddle. Ya?”
“Aight.” I was asleep before she even opened the microwave.
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The next morning I woke up content with Ava’s arms around me. Stress and worries tried to make their way into my still waking brain but I decided those were for later Kira. Current Kira was just going to read on her phone while sunshine warms her feet and Ava’s puffs of breath tickles her hair.
So I started reading a story about a time looping magic academy student who faces off against other loopers with the help of mind reading spiders. Brilliant.
All too soon Ava stretched and moved away, leaving my back cold. When I turned around I saw her trying to rub sleep out of her eyes.
“‘Morning sleeping beauty,” I teased.
“Gnn.”
Fluttering a kiss on her jaw, I whispered, “Maybe you need a bit of help getting up.”
With one eye cracked open she gave me a smirk before rolling on top of me and making something very known against my abdomen. “Mmm, I don’t need help getting up. But there is something you’d be perfect for.” Ava’s voice grew increasingly husky and I felt my pulse picking up, heat beginning to pool below.
“What do you have in mind?”
“That depends,” Ava paused. “How kinky you want it and how much you can take.” She rolled her hips into mine.
“Hmm, best not to get too physical on a Tuesday morning. Maybe just dominating sex. And,” an answering grind, “all you can give.”
Ava’s gaze gained a different gleam. I found myself frozen again before being forcefully turned onto my front. One of Ava’s hands on the back of my neck, pressing my face to the mattress. Her other arm lifting my hips into place. Ohhh fuckk
Between how hot that was and Ava’s length rubbing against my clit I could tell was seconds from being soaked. With a twitch, I pressed my clit more firmly against her.
“Tch. Wait here slut, don’t move.”
Every muscle in my body locked into place. I wanted to at least wiggle my hips. Maybe I could tease her or find a stiff breeze to get me off. But I couldn’t make myself move a millimeter. It was as if every time I tried to move something intercepted the message before my muscles could receive it.
I waited there, ass high and not so dry. Rustling could be heard behind me and I wondered what Ava could be doing until I heard a familiar crinkle. The sounds of a condom being rolled on made me realize I had completely forgotten about that necessity.
“You know, I’m surprised a brat like you is behaving so well,” Ava punctuated her words with a light slap on my ass. I couldn’t respond.
Finally, Ava seemed to figure out something was wrong. “Hello? Kira? Did you go nonverbal in subspace again?”
Ugh, maybe I was being too optimistic. She rolled me over and I flopped onto the bed, stiff.
“Ok, not funny. Talk, move, do something!” Ava was getting a little freaked out by now.
I gasped. Shaking, I pulled myself into her embrace. Then immediately shoved her away from me. For the first time, looking at her sent my heart racing out of fear.
“Kira, what’s wrong?” Ava reached out and I flinched. Logically knowing that someone can overpower you is one thing, it was always hot when Ava pinned me down. But that’s completely different from my body’s control being stolen.
At my flinch and obvious fear Ava looked so hurt. She put up her hand placatingly and scooted back. I felt torn. I wanted to both run away and into her arms. I ended up holding her hand.
“Kira, what’s wrong?” Ava repeated, this time in a whisper.
“W-when,” my voice came out strained, “you said ‘don’t move’ I couldn’t move at all. I tried and tried but I couldn’t move a finger.”
Ava’s face became horrified. “I’m so sorry, are you ok now? Are you hurt? I didn’t know I could do that.”
“Physically I’m fine but...this is freaking me out. Does that mean I have to follow the commands of all alphas? Or just you because we’re mated? What are the limits? Can I get around it? I don’t know where to start.”
She squeezed my hand. “I don’t know babe, but I promise to never make you do anything you don’t want to.”
I sighed. “I know, I know,” I reassured her. We need to figure out what’s going on. “Can you tell me to ‘Count out loud from one to ten’?”
“Are you sure?” Her eyes were full of worry and guilt.
To prove I was fine I cuddled up against her and nodded.
“Count out loud from one to ten.”
I tried resisting, clenching my jaw, but failed in less than a second. “One, one point five, two, two point five...ten.”
“That’s fucking terrifying. I don’t want to be able to do that, what if I accidentally hurt you? What if some other Alpha is able to…”
Seeing Ava so scared made something burn inside me. Another small, selfish, part of me was relieved. But that was dwarfed by the pressure building up, intensifying-
“Why did you count that way?” Ava snapped me out of my own head.
“Huh?”
“You counted up by point five.”
“Well, after I couldn’t stop myself from speaking I tried to say ‘Zero,’ before counting but couldn’t. Then I attempted to change the interval.”
“Weird.”
I could tell by now that neither one of us wanted to think about the implications right now. “Let’s try again. Repeat the same words but this time expect me to count up by one.”
“Okay. Count out loud from one to ten.”
“One, dos, three, four, cinco, six, seven, eight nine, ten.” I chewed my bottom lip as I thought, “I have a theory.”
Ava motioned for me to go on.
“Expectations. Somehow the commands include implicit instructions determined by strong expectations. Which has other implications but table that for now. The first time you expected me to count out loud and start from one so I couldn’t change either of those aspects. But you must not have closely focused on the interval to count with. Then your expectations changed with the second command.”
Ava didn’t respond for a bit so I looked up at her and saw a proud grin. “And you tested your theory again by counting in spanish. Aww, my mate is so nerdy and smart,” she cooed before wrapping me in a hug.
Immediately heat bloomed on my face. “I, uh, hey!” A poke interrupted me. Followed by two more, then I was fending off her traitorous, ticklish fingers. Poorly. Finally, I relaxed, and told myself I no longer felt ticklish. What even was that sensation? Why did it elicit such a response? Just because those nerves are sending a signal does not mean I have to let my muscles respond. Focus.
Soon I had psyched myself out and no longer gave Ava the satisfaction of a response.
“Spoilsport,” she teased.
“Relentless flirt,” I shot back.
She brought her lips to my ear. “Guilty as charged,” she breathily whispered.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but smirk. We’d talk later.
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“Just got to the doctor’s office.” I texted Ava Thursday evening.
“Are you sure you don’t want me there with you? I can ditch work.”
“Can, but shouldn’t. I’m fine, I’m wearing my big girl pants and everything.”
“Alright, I get it, you have it handled. I should be able to pick you up after though, so let me know.”
“Ms. Lily? We’re ready for you now.”
Hearing the fake name I had Ret give the clinic two days ago, I looked up from my phone to see a woman smiling at me. I gave her an eye smile, the only part of my face visible between the baseball cap and cloth medical mask covering my mouth and nose. If only I had an eyepatch and silver hair.
She led me to an office in which we went over paperwork for the study. All identifying personal information would be omitted but some medical history would have to be included in the findings. Afterall, my surgical history combined with omega status was what made me an interesting case study.
“Alrighty, that’s all taken care of. Now follow me to an examination room.”
Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long for the doctor to arrive, the door opening right after I put down my purse and hat. Different pride pins gleamed on the man’s coat and I instantly liked his easygoing presence.
“Ah, you must be Lily, a pleasure to meet you. My name is Doctor Miki Hygen. I’m not sure if Ret told you, but I actually went to high school with their older brother. Oh, the stories I could tell you about their teenage days,” he chuckled. “And do let me or one of my staff know if there’s anything we can do to make you more comfortable.”
As we went through the standard checkup he did make good on his promise and recounted a story about Ret pranking their older brother chaos that ensued. By the end of the story I was feeling a lot more relaxed.
“What’s next?” The paper covering the exam bed crinkled as I shifted.
“For today I’d like to do the works if that’s alright with you. The tests are easy; drawing a little blood and collecting urine, spit, and stool samples. Have you used these swabs for STI testing before?” I nodded. “Excellent, there’s one for your throat, vaginal canal, and anus for after I leave the room. Finally, we’ll do a CT scan. Right now we’re covering all of the basic, noninvasive procedures. Any questions, concerns?”
I can’t believe I’m saying this. “And when can we tell if I’m pregnant?” I said to the ceiling
He paused briefly in his typing. “Eight days after ovulation would be on the early side of the timeframe, it's not uncommon to require a few additional days.”
“And since I have no clue about when or if I have ovulated...”
“I know it's difficult to avoid worrying, but let’s get some answers before making any assumptions, yeah?” he asked with a smile.
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“C--- on, Kira, we n--- to -- out the ---- in fifteen minutes,” some familiar voice called out.
But the bed beckoned me deeper into her embrace. At least until my blanket was torn from my grasp, abandoning its sworn duty to shield me from the cold air’s cruelty.
Rubbing sleep, out of my eyes, I stumbled through getting dressed and grabbing a bagel. Saturdays were meant for sleeping in. Thankfully only Ava needed to be awake enough to drive, I’d have a little bit more time.
“Jeez, Kira, when’d you pass out last night?” She asked as we merged onto the highway.
“Hey, a new chapter of RE: Trailer Trash came out right as I was about to go to bed and I couldn’t just not read it.”
If I didn’t see the soft smile I would’ve swore her sigh was pure exasperation. Turning on the radio, I found a NPR station:
“A newly released study from the World Health Organization confirmed that rates of adults presenting an ABO dynamic are accelerating. The report stresses that the changes are not contagious nor a health risk. In fact, early studies and personal anecdotes indicate improved physical well being thus far. With us here tonight is author-”
Ava switched off the radio.
“What’s up babe?” I noticed her grip on the steering wheel was a tad too tight. As the seconds dragged on she didn’t respond and I settled in to wait.
My eyes were half closed when she answered. “Just thinking about everything.”
“Hm?”
“I want to talk about it, but we’re ten minutes out from our appointment anyway.”
“Oh, duh!” I said with a smile, closing my eyes for the rest of the ride but I felt a seed of anxiety plant itself in my gut.
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During the drive back I felt a little reassured, but not as much as I’d hoped. Two hour session or not, there was no way for any therapist to get to know us in one day. And I certainly didn’t want to talk about certain subjects with a therapist I just met.
“You’re still not going to tell me where we’re driving?” I asked while still staring out the window, watching the passing evergreens. Ava had spontaneously declared she wanted to show me a place.
“Nope,” she responded, popping her ‘p’.
“You could be planning to have your way with me before burying my body,” I teased.
“Oh, I’ll have my way with you alright,” she drawled, “but that body is too good to do anything but savor.” Her body language and smile overflowed with confidence.
Fuck, how can something so corny be so smooth. I couldn’t tell where more heat was pooling, my face or my loins.
She chuckled, obviously having noticed my blush. As I watched though, I noticed an inhale turn deeper and her pupils dilate. Thank fuck we were on a tiny dirt road in the forest. Because Ava pulled over, parked, and turned off the engine before I managed to unbuckle my seatbelt.
We’d avoided sex since my heat. The rollercoaster of events and acclimatizing to one another needed time. But now the tension burst I can’t get my pants off fast enough. My mate apparently agreed. Because, with my pants still bunched around my knees, she carefully tossed me into the back seat. As I flung off my top I heard a crinkle behind me. Ah, classic doggy in the backseat.
Ava pulled me into a kiss while simultaneously sliding herself along the outside of my sex, getting plenty lubricated in the first pass but I continued to grind against her length. I was burning up.
When she withdrew I instinctually arced up, a needy whine I didn’t recognize emerging from me.
“Ready?” she teased, holding both of my wrists in one hand while her other tweaked my nipple.
“Just fuck me already!” I huffed in frustration, angry and squirming.
Ava growled and thrust forward, but not into me. She instead wrapped one arm around my front, trapping my arms behind my back, and the other gripped my hair. Her teeth lightly pressed into my healed mate mark.
I froze, tense, before slumping. My neck moved to give her better access and she rewarded me with a pleased rumble. Damn, that was so hot I knew I was about to slip into subspace. Every part of me called out it was perfectly okay to let Ava make the decisions right now. She’d keep me safe, she knew my limits.
My thoughts largely shut off, I only cared about following my Alpha, how good she felt, and how good I felt. Nothing else mattered. Still burning with desire, but now languid, I arced my back, inviting my mate into me.
This time Ava did slowly thrust forward and finally filled my aching emptiness. Neither of us were interested in being slow or loving at the moment though. She began a steadily escalating rhythm and indicated for me to rock back into her. I obliged eagerly. When I tilted my hips into the right angle my brain short circuited for a moment.
Of course my Alpha would notice, hastening her pace and driving into an even better angle to push me past my first orgasm. I stuffed my face into the seat to let out a muffled scream, my inner walls clenching and shivering. My bucking and jerking didn’t phase her, she never lost control of me for a second. My Alpha drew out my orgasm as long as she could and only after it was over slowed to a soothing pace.
But she never completely stopped.
As I recovered she planted kisses all along my shoulders and neck, nibbling and likely leaving hickies if I knew her at all. Her hands trailed all over my body, squeezing and rubbing in all the right places. I used this distraction and unrestrained hands to squeeze and pinch one of the cheeks of her delightful derrière.
“Brat!” she swore and smacked my ass. I tried to giggle mischievously but it came out spacey instead.
Recrossing my wrists back at the small of my back, she whispered in my ear, “Those hands better not move again, understand?”
I smirked just the tiniest amount and nodded. Ava apparently knew better because she pulled out and I felt so empty. I sharply inhaled out of shock. Nonononono.
Craning my neck around, I stared, eyes wide. She wore a suspiciously familiar slight smirk now. For a few moments we just stared at each other. But when she raised an eyebrow I glanced down and slumped back to the seat.
I crossed my wrists and tilted my neck to expose my neck. My body waited, loose and compliant, for her whim. My mate was pleased, somehow I knew without sight or sound.
When she filled me once more I could help but purr. Assured of my actual submission, Ava thankfully didn’t force me to stew long, quickly re-establishing her pace. And what immensely turned me on was that I could tell she was focusing more on her own desired pace, her own pleasure. I knew she’d get me off at least once more but I really didn’t care.
Knowing a lover is absolutely losing themselves in you, selfishly using you to satisfy their most primal desires, is intoxicating. To me it served as both a compliment as well as fuel for my objectification and orgasm denial kinks. Which, ironically, made it a lot easier to cum.
Ava used my hips to leverage us into steady rhythm. I could feel a second, more powerful orgasm building. Her strong hands pulled and pushed my hips to her tune. The beginnings of Ava’s knot stretched my entrance as she pumped into me. I wondered how long it would take for that warning stretch to Pavlov a response into me.
Keeping one hand on my hip, Ava snaked the other to circle my clit and press to another weak spot of mine and I lost it. She furiously pounded me into the seat until her knot fully swelled, forcing us into the tiniest of rocking motions as we both convulsed. My kegels massaged her with a vice grip and I absently noticed the muscles at my entrance preventing her knot from escaping were completely tight, but pleasurably so.
When I recovered from my throes of bliss Ava still rocked and twitched inside me. I tried my best to rhythmically flex my muscles and was rewarded with a pleased groan.
“Fuck,” Ava swore. Flipping me around, she thrust one last time and captured my lips with hers as I wrapped my legs around her. I melted into her and wanted nothing more to just hold each other and we did exactly that for I don’t know how long.
Eventually, my thoughts became a little less fuzzy, the rest of the world slowly returning to me. A sheen of perspiration covered us, the windows were fogged, and a seat buckle jabbed into my lower back, but I was beyond caring. When Ava picked me up I clung to her like a monkey, continuing to hide my face in the crook of her neck.
Our minds no longer clouded with lust, Ava folded down the middle row of seats so we could actually lie down. “Should’ve thought of that sooner,” she muttered.
“Gnnmph,” I responded before settling back into my doze.
Eventually, a plopping sound roused us and we looked down to see Ava’s package with a ridiculously inflated condom. It wasn’t the ridiculous gallons depicted in stories but I was also sure there shouldn’t be enough to inflate it to the size of a tennis ball.
I had vaguely recognized the sound of a condom in the moment but I was too far gone to think enough to care either way. Accidental pregnancy has literally never been a blip of concern my entire life. Until last week.
Relying on just a condom, when there’s so much we no longer know about our physiology, was fucking stupid. I didn’t know if Ava had even tried ejaculating into a condom since her change or that it wouldn’t break. Condoms break all the time!
A familiar notification sound had me lunging for my phone in the front seat. I set my phone to only notify me for one specific email address.
>> Your lab results are in. Please log in to your account.
Examplelink.com
I incorrectly entered my password twice, my mind and motor skills were not completely restored. Finally, I reached my inbox.
>> Good evening Lily,
Below is the full report of the tests conducted and a copy of your CT scan. We found no signs of health risks. In fact, your vitamin and hormone levels are well balanced. However, the CT scan did reveal reproductive organs. It is possible they are not functional yet nor ever will be, but I recommend taking precautions during any sexual intercourse.
I’d also like you to schedule another visit for next week to be seen by a colleague and friend of mine, Dr. Hygen, who specializes in gynecology. If you have any other questions feel free to respond back to this message.
Best Wishes,
Dr. Miki Hygen
>>
Looking up, I saw Ava’s concerned stare. I wordlessly passed her my phone and watched the signs of stress appear. She squinted the slightest amount, her eyes flicking to the condom inches away, and back to me. I felt my heart start to pick up a hair.
“You know, ideally I wouldn’t choose now to start a family,” she said, thickening the lump in my throat. “But too early is better than never.”
“We’ll know in a few days,” I tried to reassure her.