Jonnie woke up to terrible pains. She had had to struggle through months of pregnancy which she now regretted. It was now winter break in the middle of their last year of high school, which was how the timing had worked out--Jon got his stone during spring break and it was about 9 months later. Jon leaned over and pat her on the belly. She felt herself getting a little aroused by the naked Jon touching her, not consciously at all. It was as if her body, under its own control, would fuck Jon. It didn't, of course. It was just strange, out of place, feelings of arousal about what was just her own body on someone else.
She really didn't think of herself as a "she", but had to give in to being called that for obvious reasons. "Jon... Jon, it hurts. I'm sure it's labor pains."
Jon said, "You're going to have my children today then!"
"I'm you! My fantasy was for someone else to have my children. I don't want to be the one giving birth! I'm not even really a girl. How can I give birth?"
"You keep saying that to complain."
"Because you keep telling me about it!"
"It's not the only fantasy I have, Jonnie. Just the one that I put into place. I'm not going to be telling you about how, oh, I want a girl in a cheerleader uniform if you're not in one."
"You put me in a cheerleader uniform that time in the summer. Without even giving me long hair. Ooh, another pain."
"And I'm pretty sure I talked about it then too."
"Do something about the labor pains. I looked up the symptoms and I'm pretty sure you did. They're not the same for every woman but I'm pretty sure these are real labor pains. I'm going to give birth."
Jon kissed Jonnie, the feelings of arousal coming unbidden again. Then Jon got up. "We'd better get dressed."
All the wishes to make people think everything was normal were still going on, of course. The hospital treated everything as though it was perfectly normal, as if she wasn't a teenager dressed identically to the father and looking almost identically to him. By mid-evening, Jonnie was given the babies to hold.
The doctor asked her for a name for the twins. One boy, one girl. They looked similar, but their parents looked similar to each other.
"I have no idea."
Jon muttered, "I wish Jonnie would come up with some names."
"Wait," said Jonnie. "Jack and Jackie." Was that a good idea? They weren't identical twins. But she had said it already; she wasn't quite sure why.
Breastfeeding the babies felt very uncomfortable. Jonnie said, "I never wanted this to happen."
Jon replied, "The wish was to find adoptive parents. So we will. I told you, I never wished that we'd have to use them. Just that we'd find them. And I did find several possibilities."
"What are they?"
"First, Mom and Dad can adopt them. That happened more a long time ago when teenage pregnancy had to be hidden, but they could do it. Then, three couples. A gay couple and two straight ones. One of those is Karyn's parents, and I swear, I didn't wish for it. There's also the sci-fi possibiities. I could clone a parent. Give them a mother with your memories and a completely female mind. Or time travel; they could raise themselves. Or we could just wait until we're older by sending them five years into the future. That one wouldn't be adoption, of course."
"The past nine months have been really weird, Jon. You haven't done any bad things to me, except changing me and controlling me at the start, but now here I am with children."
"I didn't do any bad things to you at all, Jonnie. Even if you remember being me, you weren't ever me. You started out as a girl who wanted my children--I didn't change you into one or control you into wanting children. Now, I would like your opinion. What are we going to do with Jack and Jackie?"
