The Surrogate for My Don
Crystal Kmy wife feminized me
Slick marble stairs, covered with an expensive Persian rug.
"Julia, please, I'm pregnant..."
"With MY child!" Her eyes flashed with a mad light. "Maybe... maybe I don't need a surrogate after all!"
Her foot shot out.
My world tilted.
Time stopped.
I saw the vicious satisfaction in her eyes as her lips formed two words: "Goodbye, vessel."
Then I was falling, tumbling down the stairs.
A sharp, ripping pain tore through my belly. I couldn't get air. Then, a warm gush down my legs.
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