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Episode 32: A Womb That Isn't a Tomb

“You’re what?” Daedalus Bolt asked.

“I’m pregnant,” replied the woman who had been Chastity Bolt before becoming Trixie Testosterone, and who was now an uncertain blend of the two.

“But that’s impossible.”

“Tell that to my womb, genius.”

“But when you and Steel were married you tried everything to get pregnant.  You couldn’t do it then.”

“The problem wasn’t with me, it was him.”

“No.  That’s not what you said at the time.”

“I agreed for Steel’s sake to tell people I was the infertile one.  We couldn’t have one of the most powerful men in the world being viewed as anything less than completely virile, now could we?”

Daedalus was silent for a few moments.  “Are you sure?”

“I went to see the doctor this afternoon.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“I didn’t want to worry you until I was positive.”

“Why?”

“'Why?'  Look how you’re reacting now.  Would you have appreciated me putting you through this, only to discover I was wrong?”

“I guess not,” Daedalus said.  He was having trouble controlling the various emotions that were afflicting him.  He felt trapped by them.  Perhaps that’s why he asked the imprudent question “So, what are you going to do about it?”

She shook her head.  “You bastard.”

“What?”

“What am I going to do about it?  What about you?  Don’t you see this as partly your problem?” she asked.

“Whoa.  Slow down.  This isn’t my fault.”

“It’s no one’s fault, it’s a fact.”

“Well, this isn’t something I want.  Not at this point in my life, probably never.”

“Well, thanks a fuck of a lot for your support.”

“Hey, I’m willing to support you all you want.  I can give you money for an—”

“Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you?  Then all your problems go away.  Maybe it’s not that simple for me, you asshole.”

“Come on now, all things considered, don’t you think—”

“No, I don’t think.  I’m not thinking anything right now except that you’re a world-class prick and I don’t want you around anymore.  Get out of here!”

“Wait a second, Trix—”

“Get out of here, you pathetic weasel.  And don’t bother coming back.  Trixie Testosterone might’ve liked fucking you, but Chastity’s back and she thinks you’re the most despicable agglomeration of human tissue ever.”

Daedalus considered staying and trying to talk to her, but then he realized he wanted nothing more than to be out of that apartment.  He quickly pulled on the rest of his clothes and headed for the door.  Before he got entirely out, she shouted to him, “As far as that loathsome bar is concerned, don’t worry about running into me there because I already quit.”

Continue reading: Episode 33: Blow the Man Down