Intersex (Mpreg) [COMPLETE]

Chapter 20.

It was dark outside when I left the library. The November winds were skipping through the streets, eager to sweep as much of the country as possible in one night. My eyes watered with sleepiness. It had been a long shift and an even longer day. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed and let myself go. I wanted to follow my dreams wherever they took me and stay there. Soon. Soon I'd get to.

The bus stop was dim, poorly lit and not protected from the winds that clawed at my cold skin where I sat. My face felt numb, fingers frozen and my toes curled in my shoes. Sitting at the bus stop like this reminded me of the time I met Jayden. Perhaps he'd come to my rescue once again? No, he was most likely at home, playing super smash bros with his roommates. He had so many friends, why wouldn't he? He was attractive, charismatic and empathetic. He looked like the real-life version of a Disney Prince. I had two friends. Three if you included Jayden.

As if she'd heard my thoughts, Hannah's name lit up the screen and her picture appeared in front of me. I smiled to myself. The picture was taken when we were at a pride parade. It was before she had her gender reassignment surgery so she had been too self-conscious to wear the shorts she wanted. She ended up going in a fluffy skirt that didn't show as much of the parts she didn't want.

"Hey..." I said quietly as I answered her call. It was dark around me. Dark and quiet.

"Micah!" She yelled excitedly. Hannah's voice blasted from my phone speakers loudly enough that I had to move my phone away from my ear to avoid damaging my eardrums.

"Ow..." I mumbled quietly.

"Micah, how are you doing?"

"Uh, I'm fine. What about you?"

"I'm great, I just seriously miss you... it's been so long..."

I smiled to myself. It had been a few months. Some of which felt long while others swept past me. "I was actually thinking about calling you. What're you doing for thanksgiving?"

"Gonna visit my parents and then hang around town for a day or two, I guess..."

"Okay, good. I'm snatching you then."

"Sounds good." She snickered. "I've got some tea to spill..."

I looked down at my growing stomach and swallowed a bit of anxiety that crawled up my throat before it could form a knot. "Yeah, uh... me too..."

"Daisy's at 10, 29th?"

"Yes, ma'am."

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I was the only one who got off the bus at the bus stop outside of my hometown. It was early in the morning on the day of thanksgiving. The road was anything but active, quite deserted and silent. The only sound was the bus driving away down the road. I always liked the woodsy area around my home town. The forest had been my playground.

Growing up in a small town had its ups and downs. The school was tiny, meaning that everyone knew everyone. It had been a struggle to keep my conditioning hidden. In the locker room when all the other guys changed. When we went swimming. When all the other guys grew taller, got hairy and bulked up while I stayed small and smooth as a baby's ass. Hannah and I had struggled together in the boy's locker room. Of course, some people teased, called us queer and poked fun at us. They always apologised though and no one ever really bullied anyone.

Reunions with old acquaintances are always awkward though. It can not be helped. There's the awkward handshake that sometimes turns into an awkward hug. Then the small talk. Then silence. Then more small talk. Then you part and don't see each other for another year or decade and that's fine. There was no doubt that I'd run into an old headache or two since pretty much everyone went back home for thanksgiving. My cousins, for example, would be spending the day at my parents' house. I barely ever saw my cousins, they were all older than me with families and their parents were all the age of my parents. Although my parents' home wasn't large, all of my family still gathered there every thanksgiving. It had been that way since I was a child. My cousins never wanted to host the thanksgiving party, only my parents ever agreed to it. I sighed and pat my stomach. My extended family didn't know of my condition yet and I couldn't make up my mind of telling them was something I wanted to do. Next thanksgiving Smith would be six months already and it would be weird if they only found out then. Guess I had a lot of pregnancy revealing to do.