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So… where do I even begin with this… Agh!~ Oh, shit; baby’s kicking… Sorry about that, being 9-months pregnant isn’t the easiest thing out there, especially since I’m due very soon. Let’s hope I don’t give birth in a few minutes…

Sorry! I’m all over the place, let’s get to the point though. My name is Clara, as stated prior, I’m a woman who’s carried a child to full-term, but I wasn’t that just 9 months ago. You probably assume I mean that I wasn’t pregnant then, and that is true, but I also wasn’t a woman. I wasn’t born female, was never transgender, nor anything else, I had been born a man and had been so for more than 28 years.

How did I go from being a single man to a single expectant mother? Well, it was on a very unassuming day. I hung out with friends to have some drinks at the bar, had a lot of fun, even if I did get a bit too tipsy, causing me to try out something I may not have tried while being sober: I paid for a prostitute. I had always been curious about it since I was attracted to their curvy bodies in skimpy clothing and wanted to know what having sex felt like. My sober mind thought it’d be better to lose my virginity with my future romantic partner, but my drunk one said: ‘fuck it, let’s do it!’, and so I did it.

I enjoyed the experience, felt incredible. Maybe I would appreciate it a lot more if I hadn’t woken up with a large pair of tits the next morning! Yes, this actually happened, absolutely no prior notice of any kind. I thought this was maybe some really strange dream, prank or anything else that could deny the reality. This feeling of hope lasted very little, as I squeezed my breasts, feeling their soft texture connected to my body and sending signals of pleasure to my brain.

I now had a big and soft pair of boobs that I could squish at any time, but at the cost of owning them and having to deal with their immense weight. Oh, how naive I was, my cup size has doubled since my pregnancy began! Just look at how big they are now! My dress can’t even hide their cleavage! Ugh… Uh… so… Anyways, back to the story. I proceeded to remove the blanket covering most of my body, just to reveal that every single bit of me had been feminized.

I didn’t look like a man at all, nor did I seem like I was one in the first place. My whole body was hairless, silky-smooth skin wherever you saw; oh, except the head of course, I wasn’t bald, thank god, but having so much hair to the point of having it all the way down to my ass was perhaps a bit too excessive. Speaking of ass, it was fat as fuck! Perhaps not the biggest booty I’ve ever seen, but compared to the flat surface I had prior, I now had a big jiggling butt with some thick thighs and wide hips to boot.

Something that would take quite a while to get used to though was the lack of my manhood, as none of it survived the transition that happened overnight. No dick, no balls, just a pair of wet lips and not much more. The day prior I had used my dick for its reproductive purpose for the first time ever, and that day I was met with the fact that it would also be the last. Great…

I may be describing this as if it were a fun experience, but it definitely wasn’t when it happened. I was very concerned and was anxious about the fact that I was now the opposite of the sex I was born with. I was incredibly confused too, as I didn’t even know how becoming a woman in less than 24 hours was even possible, nor did I realize at that moment if any of it was reversible.

I spent that whole day stressing about my current state. The only thing I did was order some women’s clothes, including underwear, as my old wardrobe was completely obsolete, and I had absolutely no confidence as a woman to go out in public as such. I prayed that all of this would magically wear off the next day, thinking that maybe I was going to be the same man I’ve always been the next morning.

Things were completely hopeless, as I had woken up with the same boobs and the same pussy I had gone to sleep with the day before. Seeing as this may be a permanent thing, I would spend the following few weeks getting things together and accept my new identity as a woman. This is exactly what I did throughout the first month of becoming a lady. Eventually, I thought that this wasn’t so bad after all, I just had to learn a few things here and there.

It was going well, all things considered, but soon after, I got hit with a brick, that brick being morning sickness. I knew this was common amongst pregnant women, so I was extremely scared that I might be one, praying that it wasn’t the case at all and that it was just a stomachache. Something I now see as obvious yet didn’t see all the way back then was the fact that I didn’t have a period. I had never had one in my life, I was a man up until that point, so I wasn’t expecting such a thing and didn’t see the giant red flag that was not having one during my first month as a woman.

Physical and emotional agony ensued when I discovered that I was pregnant, I had life inside of me, I had to give birth to it, breastfeed it and take care of it as a mother, not a father. At the very least, upon getting checked up for the first time after I was transformed, the doctors saw that this was a very unusual pregnancy and asked if I had always been a woman.

They would soon explain that all of this happened during that night of passion. I had encountered the one in one billion - yes, really - chance that a woman having sex with a man could transfer over the fertilized egg through my urethra. From then onwards, it was a massive chain reaction, as instead of my body rejecting it, it accommodated from top to bottom, from the inside and out, to host the new life, the life that was now the baby I had to carry.

I was met with a ton of challenges over the following months, a lot of back pain, clothes not fitting, feeling fat and ugly because of my huge belly, even if almost everyone told me I was beautiful; telling myself I was an inept parent despite the support of family and friends believing in me as a good mother; and so much more.

Why didn’t I abort?… I honestly couldn’t even tell you, I just didn’t do it, despite being presented with the option to do so many times. Despite all the horrible things pregnancy brought to me, there was a deep feeling of pride and, strangely, femininity - that I found positive after a while - in carrying a child. I may not have originally intended to have it, but here I am, 9-months pregnant and ready to pop.

I wasn’t scared of having the baby now, nor was I concerned about taking care of it; no, my current concerns were primarily if I was going to be a good mom, a loving and caring one, one that would provide this baby boy a bright future. I didn’t want to be a mother… yet at the same time… I do?… Things are still very confusing, but maybe when I become a mother, I’ll say the same thing as I said after a while of being a woman and after a while of being pregnant: ‘Maybe this isn’t so bad after all’.