[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Aaron woke up with a start. Some bad dream involving Theodosia, he was sure. However the details didn't seem to come to him. Just the recurring image of the genderqueer femme's mutilated body. He shuddered at the thought before--
The contents of his dinner exploded from his maw. All over his room. What the fuck? His eyes were watering. Ugh, what did he eat? Of course, he didn't feel sick. Just... off. He glanced down, catching a glimpse of his swollen stomach. Was he...?
No, he couldn't be. He hadn't done anything with anyone since Linda! That was months ago.
Maybe he was the next Virgin Mary. Minus the virgin part.
