Gray Feathers

Chapter 1

   Jinn didn't know what to say, to put it simply. It was only supposed to be one night, but now she's pregnant. She was going to go through surgery in a week so she could be male, and that's now going to be postponed until after she had a child. What would she say to her parents? "Hey, I was supposed to be a man but I accidentally slept with a cute guy and now I'm pregnant"? And for the better question, what should she tell him?

   Her fingers trembled as she put the pregnancy test on the sink countertop. She unlocked her phone and dialed his number, trying to keep her composure. 6 rings and he didn't pick up. "This man," She sighed and dropped her phone on the countertop as she dressed and got ready to leave. Nothing in her wanted to do anything more than leave this dreaded apartment.

   Some people want to live in expensive apartments and/or be rich, but Jinn couldn't tolerate it. It was obnoxious how people would whine about coming from poor neighborhoods and how they want to be rich, or how rich people were all snobs. She didn't want to hear about it anymore, they can take her money, she wouldn't mind living in a box on the streets at all. She grabbed her keys, walked into the garage and got in her car. It purred when she started it up.

   Even though it was the morning, she knew the greaseball that got her pregnant had nothing better to do than go to the bar. It was open 24 hours, why would he go anywhere else? He was there the three days she was there, without fail. The last night she showed up, however, was special. That night, she was looking for him and she couldn't find him, but he tapped on her arm and slid next to her on one of the buttery soft couches, and it went from there.

   She pulled into the bar's parking lot. The amount of cars there was scarce, so she had plenty of options, but of course she chose the one farthest away. Exercise never hurts. She parked and unbuckled her seat belt, the car locking as she walked away. She loved walking and running, even though she wasn't the most fit in the world, but she was trying. Jinn thought that girls getting annoyed at people asking their weight was ridiculous and she would gladly share that she was 112 pounds and proud. She spotted the man on the same couch she was on five months ago. She slid down next to him and he took a moment to recognize who she was.

   "Jinn, hey," he said, looking at her belly and looking up. "Did you gain some weight?" Jinn rolled her eyes. The man chuckled awkwardly and put his hands in his jet black hair.

   "Hi, Dagon," Jinn grumbled and bit her lip. She hated his laugh so much, but he wasn't an eyesore, for sure. "How have you been holding up?"

   She couldn't tolerate the strong smell of liquor in this place or in his breath.. She grew to hate it as she was growing up. Her father drank all the time and so did her mother, but her mother couldn't hold her alcohol, it would just come back up. "Fine," Dagon chuckled.

   "Good, good." A few moments of silence later and she couldn't hold it in anymore. "I'm pregnant."
   "Oh, congratulations."
   "No, it's yours."

   Dagon's head snapped up from staring at his drink and got a cautionary look in his eyes. "That's not funny, you know."