During his lunch break, Nigel went to the local drugstore and bought two pregnancy tests. He went into the bathroom, careful to lock the door this time, and took the tests. He paced the vicinity of the bathroom while he waited for the results of the tests. After five excruciatingly long minutes, he peered at the windows of the two tests. The result was the same on both: pregnant. He screamed, and Bug, Lily, and Jordan came running. They started banging on the door, calling to him, and tried the handle. He opened the door, and motioned for them to come in and shut the door behind them. He wordlessly held up the two tests, and once they saw the results, their jaws dropped. "Nige, are you sure? I mean, those things can be wrong." "Bug, there's two of them. Also, I have a lot of the symptoms. I found a list, and I have most of them. I'm pregnant."
The door opened, and Detective Woody Hoyt walked in. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know this was occupied. Why are you all in here?" "Come here, Woody. I have something to show you." They parted to make a path for him, and Nigel handed him the tests. He looked up at Nigel questioningly, and Nigel gestured down with his eyes. Woody stared at them, and after a few seconds, he looked up again. "No. Nigel, you can't be." "I am. I'm pregnant." He was biting his lower lip, fighting to hold back tears. Lily put her arms around him, pulling him into a hug, and he started to cry. "Oh, Nigel, it'll be okay. You have all of us to support you." "Thanks, guys. I don't know how this could have happened. I mean, I was injected with a gene altering formula when I was a baby, and I have female attributes, but mostly male ones. I wonder if it caused me to have a uterus. I mean, I know babies grow in their mother's uterus, but I guess I'll just have to wait and see. Hey, Woody, can you step to the side?" He did, and Nigel lunged for the toilet again. Lily slipped out of the bathroom, and so did Jordan, leaving Bug and Woody with Nigel. Bug sighed, and got another damp paper towel. Woody held Nigel's hair back while he gagged into the toilet.
After he dry heaved, he wiped the tears from his eyes, and blew his nose. Woody went into the lounge and got Nigel a Sprite to help settle his stomach, and brought it back into the bathroom. He had barely gotten out of the lounge before he ran into Dr. Macy. "Woody, what are you doing?" "Getting Nigel a soda. He's sick in the bathroom." "Oh, okay. Should I give him the day off?" "I don't think he'll like that. He's been a little emotional lately." "Why?" "Maybe you should ask him that, not me. Now if you'll excuse me, he needs this." He slipped past Dr. Macy, and walked back to the bathroom. No sooner had he reached the door when he heard Nigel heaving again. He waited until he couldn't hear anything anymore, and he opened the door.