"What's the matter?" Steve asked incredulously, staring at his friend. "How can you not see what's happening here? Why am I the only one who notices?"
"Notices what?" Ryan asked, clearly confused. "Wait, you're not ... pregnant, are you? It was Carol, wasn't it? I told you to be careful around her. Sure, she's a total stud, but relationships with her can be ..."
"What? No! That's not what I'm talking about at all. I'm not pregnant. I can't be. I'm a guy, for fuck's sake!"
Ryan's confusion returned. "I don't understand. What does being a guy have to do with not being able to be pregnant?"
Steve just stared at him. Ryan seemed to be so messed up in the head that he wasn't even thinking straight. He was about to try to talk some sense into his friend, but was unfortunately interrupted by the bathroom door opening and three of his male coworkers striding in, all dressed in the same cheerleader uniform. His attention drifted from Ryan to the three men, as they continued to gossip and freshened up their faces in front of the mirror with new make-up.
