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The Pregnant Eunuch
Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant. 28 year old girl named lou, whose last name is Claire. Goes online to meet guys. She meets 19 year old chinese boy named wei, who is currently twenty weeks pregnant, and his belly is small cause of his height. Wei is having a baby girl, which he named Mei
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Lou Claire
She is a 28yearold woman who is single and looking for love. She is curious, adventurous, and a bit selfconscious about her body. Lou decides to try online dating to meet men. She comes across Wei, a young man pregnant with a baby girl, and is fascinated by his story. Lou learns that Wei is a eunuch, born without testicles, and had adopted his pregnancy from a friend.
Wei
He is a 19yearold eunuch from China, pregnant with a baby girl named Mei. He is charming, brave, and unconventional. Wei chooses to pursue online dating despite his condition and cultural background. He shares his pregnancy journey with Lou and enjoys their mutual attraction. Wei's unconventional status as a pregnant man leads to online anonymity, allowing him to freely express his true self without fear of judgment or societal pressure.
I am a 28 year old girl, I have tried many ways to meet men, but I still haven't found one for myself.
I decided to try online dating, hoping to find a good guy.
After swiping left and right on some dating apps, I came across a guy who was 19 years old.
He was from China, and his last name was Wei.
His profile picture was a selfie of himself with a small belly.
His bio said that he was currently pregnant and looking for a lifelong partner.
I was surprised and intrigued by his profile, so I swiped right.
After matching with him, I sent him a message, introducing myself and asking him how he was doing today.
He responded, saying that he was good, thank you for asking, and that his belly was currently at 20 weeks.
I asked him what his baby's name was going to be, and he said that it was going to be Mei.
Then I asked him if he could send me a picture of his belly, and he did.
In the picture, I could see that his belly was quite small compared to his body length.
I guessed that it was because of his height; he must be very tall and slender.
I asked him how much he weighed, and he said that he was currently at 130 pounds.
Then I asked him about his height, and he said that he was 6'5".
I couldn't believe that someone as tall as him could be pregnant; I thought that men couldn't get pregnant?
I stare at his message, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.
He's so direct and to the point; it catches me off guard.
I type out a few responses, but I delete them all.
Finally, I ask him how this is even possible.
He sends me a link to a medical article about male pregnancy in eunuchs.
I click on it and read through it.
Apparently, some men are born without testicles and can get pregnant if they have a womb.
Wei sends me another message, saying that he was born without testicles and has a womb.
He asks me if I want to see his belly again, and I say yes.
He sends me another picture, and this time, I can see that his belly is bigger than before.
I ask him if he's sure that he's only 20 weeks pregnant, and he says that he is.
He asks me if I want to see him on video call, and I agree.
My heart starts racing as I wait for the call to connect. The screen flickers for a moment before Wei's face appears.
He's sitting on his bed, wearing a tight t-shirt that shows off his small bump.
"Hi," he says with a smile.
"Hi," I reply, trying to sound calm.
Wei stands up from the bed and walks over to the full-length mirror in his room.
He turns around so that I can see him from the side.
The bump is definitely there, stretching out his t-shirt and making it look like he's gained weight in all the wrong places.
But despite the belly, Wei is still lean and tall, with broad shoulders and narrow hips.
"See?" he says with a grin.
"I told you it was real."
"Yeah," I say, unable to take my eyes off of him.
"It's definitely real."
Wei turns around so that he's facing me again, then lifts up his shirt to show off his belly button piercing. "Do you want to see more?" he asks with a mischievous smile. "Yeah," I reply without thinking. Wei chuckles and pulls down his pants so that they're resting low on his hips.
Then he lifts up his shirt again, this time higher than before so that I can see the stretch marks on his stomach.
They're faint but definitely there, running from just below his belly button all the way down to where his pants are resting on his hips.
"Do you see the scars?" Wei asks, his voice softening.
I nod, feeling a mix of curiosity and empathy.
"They're from the surgeries," he explains, "the ones that made all this possible."
During our third video call, Wei is lying on his bed, wearing a thin white tank top that clings to his small bump.
He's telling me about his doctor's appointment from earlier that day when he suddenly gasps and presses his hand against the left side of his belly.
He freezes, his eyes widening as he stares at his stomach.
"Lou, I felt her," he whispers, moving his hand slowly across his abdomen.
I watch in awe as he pulls up his shirt, revealing the pale skin stretched over the bump.
"Right here," he says, guiding my attention to the spot where his fingers are pressed against his skin.
As I watch, I see a tiny ripple move across his abdomen, like a wave of water passing beneath the surface.
"Did you see that?" Wei asks, his voice a mix of excitement and disbelief.
"I did," I reply, my heart pounding with the shared wonder of the moment.
"It's like she's saying hello," Wei murmurs, his eyes shining with a newfound connection.
During our next video call, Wei is lying on his bed, wearing a pair of loose dance practice pants and a black tank top.
His hair is pulled back into a messy bun, and his eyes are bright with excitement.
He's been telling me about his dance practice sessions, and I've been working up the courage to ask him about his career.
"So," I say finally, "what were you training for?"
Wei grins mischievously and sits up on the bed, his small bump visible through the thin fabric of his shirt.
"I was training with an entertainment company," he says.
"They wanted me to debut in a C-pop group called Red."
He stands up from the bed and strikes a pose, his arms extended and his legs spread wide.
"Like this," he says, then starts to move through a series of fluid dance moves. I watch in awe as he spins and leaps across the room, his body moving in perfect sync with the music playing in my head.
I can see the years of practice and dedication in every step he takes, every gesture he makes.
When he finishes dancing, he sits back down on the bed and smiles at me.
"That was amazing," I say honestly.
"Thank you," Wei replies, running a hand over his belly.
"I miss it."
"Why did you leave?" He pauses for a moment before answering, his expression turning serious.
"The training schedule was too intense," he says finally.
"I couldn't keep up with it while I was pregnant."
He stands up again and walks over to the mirror in his room.
He turns sideways so that I can see his profile, then runs a hand over his belly.
"It's not just about the physical demands," he explains.
"There's also the dieting and the constant scrutiny. It would have been impossible to maintain all of that while I was pregnant."
He turns back around to face me, then pulls out his phone from his pocket.
He scrolls through some videos on it before holding it up so that I can see the screen.
"See this?" Wei says, showing me a clip of him dancing with the group.
I nod, watching the synchronized movements and the energy they exude.
"They didn't know about my condition," he continues, his voice tinged with regret. "I had to keep it a secret."