Its Jaci’s fault

Author’s note: I’m calling this one “It’s Jaci’s fault”, because this one came out of a conversation with Jaci where she tried to get me to admit I wanted to be pregnant. The idea simmered in my head at work, and this is what came out ...

It was just a stupid joke.

I was waiting for an x-ray on my shoulder which I had hurt at work, and to cover my nerves I joked that because I was an overweight dude I should warn the technician that I was pregnant.

Then things got strange.

All the lights dimmed, and this woman strode toward me with her finger pointed, and she said in a spooky voice, “You make it a joke, you foolish boy? But you know naught of the pain and joy. So now you will be with child, and have your turn. And see if a lesson you do learn!”

Then everything went black.

The next thing I knew, I was laying on a gurney with a nurse taking my pulse and telling me “Its gonna be okay honey. You just fainted, which sometimes happens to pregnant women.”

I looked down at myself, and saw past a pair of breasts (I had breasts!) that I had a swollen belly.

Then I felt a kick ...

“I was only kidding!” I moaned.

But there was no sign of the woman who did this to me.

The baby kicked again ...

End.