Expecting

Image Description: A topless, heavily pregnant woman with long, wavy brown hair stands looking out a window, holding her breasts with her hands.

Caption: May started asking me to swap bodies with her as soon as she saw those two blue lines. "Please, just a couple of weeks, until the morning sickness is over," she begged. "You know I have a thing about throwing up."

I always thought I was a good, loving husband. We shared everything else equally—and I admit, I was a little curious about the whole thing—so I agreed, as long as she was there to help out. She—he—left before I was showing. Said he just needed a break, but he'd be back before the first trimester was up.

That was thirty-two weeks ago. He's missed every doctor's visit, every birthing class, every chapter of What to Expect. He doesn't even know that we're having triplets.

I never want to see him again.

But I still wait by the window, every day, watching to see if he pulls up, so I can tell him to his face that he'll never get to see my babies.

Commentary: The pregnant body swap is a pretty well-worn trope in TG fiction, but I like to think that this is a bit of a different spin on the usual idea.