Wait a Minute, You're What?!?! - Wait a Minute, You're a Professional

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Wait a Minute, You're What?!?! - Wait a Minute, You're a Professional

All things considered, Tommy's life that day had started out normally enough; he woke up, showered, got dress, ate breakfast, and walked over to his boyfriend's to take him to the doctor see about his state. His state of course was being very pregnant...oh and did you notice the key word: boy. Tommy still hadn't completely come to terms with that part of the situation. Hoping the doctor would clear up that part of the mess, Tommy pushed open the door to the Lair.

The werewolf's lover was on the other side of the room standing in front of his body length mirror. Man, Merton could be vain. The jock smiled; he liked seeing Merton back to his old self. Tommy cleared his throat, making the Goth spin around. The boy walked across the room and put his arms around Tommy's neck.

"Tommy, will you still love me when I'm big and fat?" Tommy sighed, so much for back to normal.

"Of course," Tommy had been saying this all week. He had to go from shocked to reassuring in ten seconds.

"Why did it take you so long to answer?"

"I had to breathe,"

"You would rather breathe than love me?" Sadly, Merton being moody had seemed to become the norm the last few weeks. Tommy paused, this was a hard situation to talk yourself out of, just agree and continue.

"Of course not. I don't know what I was thinking. of course you're more important to me than oxygen," Tommy knew he had gotten the right answer when Merton pressed his entire body against him. Tommy had to wonder if the full nine months would be like this.

"Good, now come on or we'll be late," Merton grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the door.

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"What's the name of your doctor again?" Tommy lend over to Merton as the receptionist came up to the small window. The ride to the doctor's office had been uneventful. Merton had thrown Goth baby names at Tommy while he smiled and nodded, hoping he could convince Merton otherwise when the baby actually came.

"Here it's on the card," Merton handed over an appointment card. It turns out his normal doctor was not trained for Merton's 'unique' condition. Tommy read the card, yup it figures.

"What's the name of your doctor sirs?" the receptionist looked up from her oversized day-planner.

"We're here to see Dr. Frankenstein,"

"That's Frank - in - sten." The two turned to find the owner of the voice. A doctor that looked more like mad scientist ran over to them. He spoke with an accent only found in B-rated horror flicks. "You two must be my special patients. I must admit in all my years I had never heard of such a thing. Please, come to my office, we will speak," the man ushered them into a small office. "Please, sit. I have been going through the test done by your doctor from before, and I found something very strange."

"You mean like a teenaged pregnant boy," Tommy interjected.

"No, now a-days there are teen pregnancies all the time. You would not believe. You children you never think. It is good to see you taking responsibility, it really is. I remember when I was in the old country, there was this young girl and she had a child. Little red-head, it was the devil's child I swear..."

"Doctor," Merton attempted to get the man's attentions back to the subject.

"It would cry, cry, dear god if I wasn't a doctor I would call a priest..."

"Doctor," Tommy joined in.

"Poor Rosemary..."

"DOCTOR," they both yelled. The old man jumped in his seat.

"Why are you yelling?"

"What's did you find that was strange, I mean beside the obvious?"

"Oh, that, well it seems that the child was displaying abnormally fast growth, but we could be wrong. It will be a little longer before we now what is strange, all we know is something is strange. Really, this appointment is for questions and pills. Do you have any questions?" Tommy sheepishly raised his hand.

"Yeah, I have a question, I'm no doctor, but men can't get pregnant."

"Yes, this true. Not really a question but good to know, yes."

"How is Merton pregnant?"

"Oh, I have models for this," the doctor pulled out a couple of dolls, "When two people love each other a whole bunch, they get naked.."

"I know how normal people do it!!!!" Tommy was towering over the old man on the verge of wolfing out.

"Honey calm yourself," Merton put his hand on Tommy's arm. It hadn't been an easy week for Tommy, but he didn't want things to get any weirder with Tommy wolfing-out.

"All that stress is not good for you, no," the doctor shook his head.

He pulled out a brown bag. "Here breathe into this bag. It will make you fell better," Tommy took the bag and put up to his face. He had begun to hyperventilate trying to hold back the transformation. He was feeling a little faint.

"So, have you decided how you will tell your parent?" Sometimes the stress is just too much. Tommy went from feeling faint to getting an up-close and personal view of the floor.