A few months ago, my wife and I had struggled to conceive. None of the doctors we saw could even explain why; most of them just told us we were probably just unlucky with our timing.
Then the Great Shift happened, where everyone in the world just swapped bodies with someone else. We thought it couldn’t be any worse, as we both found ourselves in the bodies of women. But after a few weeks, we began to talk about sperm donors when my wife realized that I hadn’t gotten a period yet. I hadn’t even thought about it; I hadn’t even realized that was something that would happen.
When we went back to the doctor to examine my new body, she found that I was actually two months pregnant. It was the sort of miracle that we never could’ve possibly imagined. We would become parents after all, even if the odd twist was that I would be the one giving birth.
We were, of course, somewhat worried that the woman whose body I was now in would come forward and want her baby. But now with the due date just days away, we hadn’t been contacted at all. She was out of the picture, and we were ready to start our family.
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