as a trans man i’ve had the privilege of living stealth for the last five or so years at work, that being said……
there’s something that drives me absolutely crazy thinking about getting knocked up after a hook up and suddenly i’ve got to devise a way to keep my pregnancy under wraps long enough to make it to the end.
looser shirts, more sweaters, drinking more water to explain my trips to the bathroom, eating to my heart’s desire to explain the sudden roundness all over. i know i’d become the source of the office gossip as i gained inches in my belly and started to waddle instead of walk.and nothing would truly be able to be denied once the baby started rolling and kicking throughout the day and making himself known to me and anyone watching long enough.
it would be hard to ignore the way my belly sat high and taut one day, then sagged low in my hips the next once his head engaged…..no denying my beer belly was actually full and fertile when my water breaks in the middle of my big presentation to the board
but….maybe it doesn’t have to be a fantasy for long 🤭
















