OMFG! I am really starting to hate being pregnant! You wanna know why? It's seriously making me windy! I burp, but not out of my mouth! And it was because of that that the principal had approved of a special school wide alarm that has a switch in each of the classrooms.
You see, the first the day I went back to school I was in the back with a sleeping Talon in his car seat, and I let one go. And believe me, Dorian learnt to notice when I let one go after that first time.
Dorian came to class with me, he re-organised his classes so he could be with me all day.
I couldn't seem to help myself! I let one go and hollered a beware, "MICKY MOYLER JUST CAME IN!" Everyone in the class room looked at me as if I was mad and pretty soon there faces started to turn an array of shades of green. They soon realised. I borped. I farted. You see there's a family that I made up Micky Moyler, Sammy Squeaker, Roccky Rumble and Sally Silent.
Okay let me tell you what they represent. Micky is a fanny fart. *Giggles* Sammy is a fart that squeaks. *Giggles* Rocky is a fart that rumbles, it sounds deep. *Giggles* And, finally, Sally is the silent but deadly fart! *Giggles* Their last names kinda give it away.
That kinda happened the rest of the day. Talon was the only one that didn't go green, after all, he can produce smells that seem to rival my own! *Giggles*
I rolled to the door once after I farted and the teacher had the students open the windows and door as he turned on the ceiling fans, and a poor girl copped a faceful of my 'scent'.
I opened the office for a few hours and Leesie and I created some flyers and posted them over the school and around it, we took home and left small stacks at a few places, and soon the 'business' phone began to ring. Leesie began to put down appointments. We were open on the week days; Monday: 3:30 to 7:30; Tuesday: 3:30 to 7:30, Wednesday: 3:30 to 7:30; Thursday: 3:30 to 9:30; Friday: 3:30 to 7:30; Saturday: 10:00 to 5:00; AND Sunday: CLOSED! We were to work 29 hours for the week.
We had our first week packed and planned out, we had half-hour appointments that were packed out in the first half hour. All were-creatures that wanted to see who was to be there soul-mates, even a few mothers who found their soul-mates, wanting to find the soul-mates of their baby's.
I bought a shit load of air freshner sprays and stuff. My farts were getting worse, more frequant.
We were opening up shop in the next week. Before Leesie and I were to open up our little business, we had to make sure the principal and his mate met, before we took our first appointment. A Were-Polar Bear and her mate, wanting to know who their son's mate would be, same for a Were-Grizzly Bear. But Leesie had the help of Dorian and Maleeq to help her if the parents got into a fight. Even my brothers were on duty in hour long shifts as guards. To keep the peace.
When the time came to open up our business, the principal and his mate were off in his office, fucking like rabbits. I could hear it from the other side of the school. Apparently when a Were female falls pregnant, her senses are sharpened and that included all six. Okay, the sixth one is intuition, but the other five are physical. Sight, Smell, Sound, Taste and Touch.
The Were women had to develop it like that because when a female was pregnant, she was very vulnerable and that is why they had to develop that, but the sharpened senses stay with them for the rest of their lives, because the female is usually left raising the young and the young can get very mischievous. It came in handy, but at times like that, I really could have doone without the sound effects that put horrid pictures in my mind. *Shudder*
I looked at Leesie, and she met my gaze. We both shuddered violently at the same time. I called the principal's office and told them to finish their love-show at his place. I could hear the blush in his voice. He told me they would. I hung up and we both heard them get dressed then high-tail it out of their to get to his car. They zoomed off in both of their cars and finally I could not have to worry about.
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A Genetic Quirk Leaves Me As A Freak. (Has not been properly edited.) [DONE]
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