5.
Janet trembled as she stood there in the bathroom, alone, standing before the sink, unable to take her eyes off of the partially filled cup of warm, white fluid. She had done it. Samantha had done it. She'd taken the pills... and made semen.
'You just glossed over a lot right there,' Samantha had said at their dinner.
It was true. In her selfish obsession, Janet hadn't really given much thought to what was
really
going to be involved. But once her roommate had reluctantly agreed, once Janet had gone on the internet and found someone shady enough to sell her T175-C without a prescription and brought it home, and prepared everything for today... then, it was hard
not
to think of it.
Samantha had been in here. She had taken these pills. These pills that made girls grow a cock. And then... that wasn't enough. Simply having a cock didn't get one from Point A to Point B. To get there, she'd had to
masturbate
. Masturbate until she'd orgasmed. Until her cock orgasmed and ejaculated. All of this semen. The bathroom reeked of it...
Samantha had been mortified and left immediately, and Janet had made no effort to stop her. Her roommate had been true to her word and done everything she'd had asked of her, which, if Janet was to be totally honest, absolutely was as fucked up as Samantha had said it would be. That she had asked her best friend to do this... and that she'd actually gone and done it... it was totally unbelievable that this was all really happening...
And now, everything was here, the answer to her big life problem. Janet gave the plastic cup a final long gaze, before taking up the turkey baster. As she'd said at dinner, Janet had read that she could use saline to make enough liquid to draw into the baster, but now she saw that wasn't even necessary -- the cup was more than full enough.
Squeezing the ball at the top, forming a vacuum, Janet stuck the tip inside the cup, relaxing her grip and drawing the thick liquid in. The baster ended up more than half full by the time the cup was emptied.
And now... Here it was, the moment of truth. She just needed to stick this thing inside of herself and give it a squeeze..! And then wait and see if it took. And try again if need be...
Janet unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off along with her underwear in one movement. And then she stood there with the baster hovering between her legs, vacillating.
In that moment, she felt incredibly sad and somewhat repulsed. How had she gotten to this point in her life? How pathetic and ridiculous was she to be doing this? She just had to have a baby that badly? If she were willing to depart from the "conventional path" then why did she need to have a kid at all? Plenty of women in the world lived fulfilling, purposeful lives without bearing children. And here she was, alone in their apartment, pants-less in the bathroom, trying to inseminate herself? With the 'fucking turkey baster'?
This... this wasn't how things were supposed to go. This was the complete opposite of that -- as unromantic and unappealing a way to go about it as she could possibly imagine. If it were ever going to happen, the whole thing should be completely different.
Her mind, unprompted, flashed back to the last time she and Tommy had had sex, which Janet had to admit to herself had always been good, whatever his shortcomings outside of bed. Panting for breath, basking in that post-sex glow, her desires satiated, warm seed trickling between her legs, feeling in that moment, no matter how briefly, totally content and connected with her partner.
I can't do this
, Janet thought.
Not like this...
