Jon screamed as another contraction hit him. He had loved being pregnant, but now he knew why it was called labor. He had never worked so hard in his life, and he had only been at it for a few hours. It would be a long night before he could hold his baby in his arms and rest. The thought of holding the child that had grown in his womb, however briefly, kept him going and enduring the pain. The pain was doing something else to him. It was driving out his masculine nature and making him a woman, even if most of him was still male. Every time he pushed, his manhood moved farther away and motherhood came closer. His mother stayed with him the entire time, holding his hand, coaching him and telling him how wonderful being a mom would be and how the pain would make the love even stronger. Even Zoe was there, a look of concern on her face. Finally, after 22 hours of pain, blood and sweat, Jon beheld his new daughter. After she was cleaned off and the cord cut, Jon was allowed to hold her. "Mom was right, Elizabeth," Jon said, naming his daughter right there and then. "All the pain was worth it for you."
Jon, lacking breasts, had to bottle feed his baby and, as he and his daughter came home from the hospital, Jon knew what he wanted from his life. He wanted to be a mother, a stay at home soccer mom, not just for Elizabeth, but for future babies as well. His wish to become pregnant, which had given him his beloved daughter, had gifted him with female reproductive organs, enabling him to bear children in the future. All he needed was the right man. And he had a pretty good idea of who would make a good husband to a boy with a vagina.
