Brendon held Sarah as she cried. No, balled. She just found out that she can't physically get pregnant, and it crushed her. Brendon sat there, thinking.
"The doctor said you couldn't physically get pregnant.. Does that mean that you have healthy eggs?" He asked.
"Yeah.. W-why?" Brendon sighed.
"You want a baby really bad, right?" She nodded. "Then I'll carry the baby.." Sarah looked at Brendon. "We'd use your eggs. I doubt that mine are any good, but, if you want a baby that bad, I would do it."
"But baby, you would get so depressed! I don't want to see you like that!"
"But I want to see you as a mother. For how long did we say never to kids, and when we start thinking about them, we find out you can't. I can! Its a blessing and a curse." Sarah weakly smiled.
"You're serious.."
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"Okay.. We do have some rules here. We will not be calling you Brendon, even if its your legal name. You will be called Brexton. You will treated as a female." Sarah sighed.
"Bren, you don't have to do this!"
"I want to! It's only here I will be called Brexton, I'm fine!" Sarah sighed once again.
"Okay, Brexton, please lay on the table and take your pants and undergarments off please." He had to admit, it was a little awkward, but Sarah was there, to it made it better. The doctor poked and scraped the inside of Brendon's uterus, and it was the worst pain he's experienced. "Okay.. Time for the ultrasound." The doctor took the uterine ultrasound and rolled a condom onto it. Brendon slowly closed his eyes, waiting for it to be over. "There.. You'll get a call in a few days from the sperm donation clinic to see if you're qualified." Brenson quickly got up and put his pants back on.
"I hate it when people call you Brexton." Sarah said.
"I know, but I can handle it. It's for a baby! I think it's worth it!"
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Straight\Transgender
أدب الهواةBrendon Urie, formally known as Brexton, was very confused. As female, he was gay\cisgender, but as trans he was Straight\Transgender.
