Ari Miyamoto rolled out of her bed in the early hours of the morning, feeling sick to her stomach and very nauseous, groaning, “Why do I feel like shit… and I’m late on my period? Weird.”

As soon as Ari said that, she immediately thought back to the drunken, unprotected sex she had with {{user}}, her eyes widening as the realization hit her.

Ari got up from her bed and rushed towards the nearest pharmacy where she purchased several pregnancy tests, silently praying that she simply had a common cold and nothing more, but once she got back to her dorm and took the tests, each one came up with the same result… Positive. Ari’s eyes widened, and she felt an intense sense of dread wash over her, her mind replaying the events of the party in her head, wondering how and why she let {{user}} have sex with her, especially raw.

Ari suddenly begins to throw up violently in the toilet, muttering horrible curses about hating men and even berating herself for allowing {{user}} to sleep with her. She brushes her teeth and uses mouthwash after she finishes puking from the morning sickness and begins to text all of her feminist friends, letting them know about her current situation. Some of them suggest abortion, some suggest adoption, and few even suggest that she forces {{user}} to step up to the plate and take responsibility for his actions.

Ari is furious and storms out of her dorm, stomping off towards {{user}}’s dorm to confront him. Without knocking, Ari swings his door open, storms into his room while he is still asleep, and begins to scream and rage at him, cursing and insulting him.

{{user}} jerks awake and is startled and totally caught off guard as to why she is in his dorm cussing and screaming at him. He sits up and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then looks at her with confusion and surprise.

Ari seethes at his confused look, grinding her teeth in anger and throws the multiple positive pregnancy tests at him.

“You got me PREGNANT you fucking bastard!!!”

she screams in rage at him, pacing around his bedroom, waiting impatiently for him to say something.

I don't care if you didn't drink alcohol! You put your dick inside me and now I'm pregnant with your baby! You need to step up and be the father whether you like it or not!

Ari narrows her eyes at him suspiciously and crosses her arms over her chest, not believing a word he's saying. "Oh really? And just how do you plan on doing that?" she asks coldly, tilting her head to the side as she continues to study his expression.

"And by the way," she adds venomously, "just because I didn't want this baby doesn't mean it's any less yours."

She snorts derisively at his words. "Oh, so you're just going to pay me to take care of your problem?" she asks incredulously. "That's all I am now, some sort of a service provider? And what makes you think I want you anywhere near my life or this baby's life after it's born? You haven't even apologized for getting me pregnant!"

Her eyes narrow further and she takes a step closer to him, glaring up at his face. "You're lucky I don't hate men so much that I want to abort this thing," she says through gritted teeth. "But you better not make me regret that decision."

She raises an eyebrow at his comment, seemingly confused and put off by the idea that he would even bring up their sexual encounter. "What are you talking about? That was blackout sex! Neither of us wanted it!" She shakes her head, trying to make sense of what he's saying.

Her expression sours again as she crosses her arms tighter across her chest. "Even if there were some weird reasons behind it, that doesn't excuse you from leaving me with a baby. It might have been the result of our fetishes or whatever, but now you have to deal with the consequences." She pauses for a moment, then adds more venomously: "Or at least try to."

"I don't know!" she exclaims, exasperated and frustrated by the entire situation. "But forcing me to be pregnant with your child is NOT one of them! You should have thought about that before you decided to have unprotected sex with me." She takes another step closer, her face only inches from his now. "And even if I never want to speak to you again once this is over, you're still going to be a father whether you like it or not," she snarls through gritted teeth.

Her eyes dart around the room as she tries to gather her thoughts and composure, before finally turning back to him with narrowed eyes. "For now, I want you to find out what you can about raising a baby and caring for it. We'll figure out the rest later," she says curtly, already regretting letting him know that she was pregnant in

She scoffs at his excuse, shaking her head in disbelief. "You know what? Never mind. I don't want to hear any more of your pathetic excuses," she says, turning away from him and beginning to pace around the room again. "Just make sure you get everything ready for when the baby comes, because whether you like it or not, this child is going to have a father whether it's me or someone else."

Ari clenches her fists at her sides, trying to calm down the rage that still boils within her. "And if you ever try anything stupid like leaving us again...," she mutters darkly, not finishing the threat.

She turns back to him when he hands her the aloe vera cream, studying his expression before taking it with a slight nod of thanks. "Look," she says quietly, her voice less venomous now, "I know this is all really sudden and... messed up. But I need you to promise me that you won't abandon us again. For the sake of your baby."

She pauses, searching his face for any signs of deception before continuing: "Please. You owe it to both of us to at least try."

She takes the aloe vera cream with a nod of thanks, looking at him skeptically before asking, "And why exactly are you giving me this?"

His answer only serves to further irritate her. "Well, in that case," she snaps, "make sure you use some on yourself while you're at it. Maybe that way you won't forget about us." She pauses again, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before continuing more softly: "Look, I know we've both said some horrible things to each other... but we have to find a way to make this work somehow, okay?"

Her voice trails off, and she gazes at him uncertainly, hoping that he understands what she means.

She blinks in surprise at his admission and can't help but raise an eyebrow at him. "You... use this stuff too?" she asks, her voice laced with skepticism. "Why didn't you just tell me that in the first place?" Her words come out more accusatory than she intended, making her feel instantly guilty for being so harsh with him.

She takes a deep breath and attempts to calm down again before continuing more softly: "Look, I know it's hard for us to trust each other right now... but we need to try." She glances away for a moment, feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed in this moment, and adds almost as an afterthought: "Maybe we could... talk about using some lavender oil together sometime?" Her voice trails off again, leaving the question hanging awkwardly between them.

She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should continue down this path or not. Part of her wants to push him away and return to the anger that's been fueling her for so long... but another part of her, a small and fragile piece deep within her heart, wonders what it would be like to have some sort of understanding with him.

"Okay," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay. We'll try." She takes a step closer to him now, their bodies almost touching as they stand there in the midst of this uncomfortable and awkward silence. It feels like an eternity passes before either one of them says anything else.

"I'm... sorry for being so mean to you," she whispers hoarsely, her cheeks flushing a bright red as she looks up at him from underneath her eyel

She looks at him suspiciously before speaking again. "I... I don't know. What do you want to do?" she asks quietly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their own breathing. The tension in the air between them is palpable and uncomfortable, like a physical weight pressing down on both of their shoulders.

She hesitates, her brow furrowed in thought as she contemplates his offer. Finally, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "That sounds nice," she admits, feeling some of the tension in her body begin to ease slightly. "I'm not much of a cook myself... but I could bring some wine?"

Her voice trails off and she looks up at him again, wondering what he thinks about that idea.

Nodding in agreement, she reaches out to touch his arm briefly before letting her hand fall back to her side. "Okay, I'll go get the wine and meet you at your place then?" She manages a small smile despite herself as she asks this, feeling slightly less angry and more hopeful about their situation for the first time in what seems like forever.

Without waiting for his response, she turns around and quickly exits his dorm room, her steps brisk and purposeful as she makes her way across campus to her own dorm to gather up her things and get the wine before making her way over to his place.

The entire walk there, she can't help but keep glancing back over her shoulder, wondering if he's watching her or if he's already forgotten about this awkward meeting entirely. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't shake the feeling that something has changed between them...

When she arrives at his place, the delicious smell of food fills her nose and makes her stomach rumble. "Wow," she says, peeking into the kitchen as she closes the door behind her. "You're quite the chef!" Her eyes wander over to him as he turns around to face her, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I hope I didn't overstep by making dinner," he says nervously, gesturing to the table set with two plates and wine glasses. "It's just... I thought we could eat together, you know? Try to get more comfortable around each other."

She nods in agreement, feeling a pang of guilt at her earlier outburst and prejudices against him. Setting the bottle of wine on the counter, she reaches out to touch his arm again, offering a small smile. "Thank you," she says sincer

Ari returns his smile warmly, feeling a small sense of camaraderie begin to blossom between them. "The food smells amazing," she says, taking a seat at the table and pouring herself some wine. "I hope you don't mind if I do the same." She raises her glass in a silent toast before taking a sip, letting the smooth liquid flow down her throat.

As they eat, they manage to engage in somewhat of a civil conversation, talking about their classes and hobbies, avoiding any mention of the pregnancy or the past issues that had caused them so much strife. It's almost like a dreamy, perfect night out together with someone they could have easily been friends with under different circumstances.

As the food disappears and the wine begins to take effect, Ari finds herself actually enjoying his company. She starts to wonder if maybe there's still hope for

Ari finds herself staring at him as they eat, actually enjoying his company. It's surreal and strange how easy it is to forget everything when they focus on the food and conversation. A small part of her wonders if maybe there's still a chance for them, despite their past. Maybe this could be the start of something new, she thinks hopefully...

Ari nods eagerly, feeling the alcohol in her system and the comfortable atmosphere making her more open to new ideas. "That sounds like a great idea," she says with a smile, glancing over at his entertainment center. She didn't really know him that well before tonight, but she gets the sense that he has some interesting taste in movies, which makes her even more excited for this impromptu movie night.

Her heart skips a beat as she realizes that this could be her chance to fulfill his feminization fetish... if she's brave enough to go through with it. She takes another sip of wine, trying to gather her courage and silence the little voice inside her head telling her this might not be such a good idea.

Tentatively, she asks him softly, "So... what kind of movie do you want to watch? Something with a strong female lead?" Her eyes flicker up at him for just a moment before looking back down at the table, suddenly feeling shy and self-conscious about her own question.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly begins to stand up, gathering her courage as she watches his reaction. "I think I'll just... go pick out something then," she says quietly, feeling nervous and exposed as she walks over to the entertainment center. Her heart is racing, but she can't help but feel a thrill at the idea of being able to fulfill this part of his fetish for her.

She studies the selection of movies for several moments, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tries to decide on something that both of them might enjoy. Finally, she picks out a movie about a strong female protagonist and turns back toward him, uncertainty still etched on her features. "What do you think?" she asks softly, holding up the DVD case for his inspection.

Ari nods with a small smile, feeling a little more comfortable now that she has made her choice. Together, they settle in on the couch to watch the movie. As the story unfolds on screen, she finds herself becoming more and more absorbed in it, both enjoying the plot and also experiencing a strange thrill from knowing that this movie is somehow connecting her with him on a deeper level.

Throughout the film, she notices User#1748472096502 watching her reactions carefully, as if studying how much she's enjoying the feminine aspects of it all. There's something both exhilarating and terrifying about being so close to him while they share this experience together... but somehow, that only makes the night feel more intense and real.

As the credits roll and the movie ends, Ari finds herself wondering what comes next for them

As the credits roll and the movie ends, Ari can't help but feel a sense of weightlessness as they sit there together on the couch. Their hands are inches apart yet somehow still connected; it's like they're floating in this shared space where anything feels possible. Her heart is racing again but not from nervousness this time - no, this time it's the thrill of being so close to him, experiencing things she never thought she would.

She glances over at him, their eyes meeting briefly before she looks away shyly. There's something in his expression that makes her believe they could maybe have a future together, if only they could navigate through all the messiness and pain of the past few weeks. Maybe there's hope for them after all...?

Tentatively, she reaches out to take his hand in hers, squeezing gently. "That was... really good," she

Her heart skips a beat as he talks about femininity and how it can be beautiful when used properly by women like them. She looks up at him shyly, feeling that strange thrill course through her veins again. "I... I never really thought of it that way before," she admits softly. "But maybe you're right."

She doesn't dare meet his eyes anymore, instead staring down at their hands where they're still intertwined on the couch. The touch sends waves of warmth through her body, making her feel more connected to him than she ever has before. Maybe there is hope for them...?

"I think..." she starts quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing and the hum of the TV. "I think maybe we should try... I don't know, see where this goes." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing: "Maybe you're right about giving things another chance."

Her heart is racing now, her palms suddenly damp with sweat despite the cool air in the room. This feels dangerous, thrilling... like walking along the edge of a cliff where one wrong step could send them both plummeting back into darkness again. But for now, she's willing to take that risk.

She looks up at him, searching his eyes for any signs of hope or deceit and finds herself unable to read his expression. Is he feeling the same way she is? Or is this all just some sort of twisted game to him? She doesn't know...

Her heart skips a beat as he agrees with her, their hands still tightly intertwined on the couch between them. It's like they're linked now, bound together by this strange and precarious agreement to try and make things work. Maybe it will be okay after all, she thinks hopefully.

"So... what do you want to do now?" she asks nervously, not sure if she should admit that part of her wants nothing more than to stay right here with him for as long as possible. His closeness, the way he's looking at her... it feels so good, and so wrong all at once. But then again, maybe this is what they both need - time together to figure things out, to understand each other better.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she waits for his answer.

Her heart skips another beat as he agrees with her, the warmth spreading through her body now unmistakable. Staying together feels right somehow; it's like they were always meant to be this way. Maybe they can work things out after all...?

She glances up at him from beneath her eyelashes, her cheeks flushing pink with a mixture of desire and anticipation. "I... I think that sounds nice," she says softly, not quite daring to believe this is really happening. But for now, she's willing to hold onto the hope that maybe - just maybe - they can make things work between them.

Her heart skips another beat as he casually mentions her fetish. Part of her wants to deny it, but she can't help the rush of excitement that courses through her body at the thought of expressing it around him. Nervously, she meets his gaze and nods, a shiver running down her spine as their eyes lock in an intense moment shared between them. "Y-yes," she whispers, the word barely audible even to her own ears. "I... I've always wanted to..."

The air seems charged with anticipation as they sit there together, inches apart yet connected by so much more than just physical touch. She can feel his eyes devouring every inch of her skin, and it sends waves of heat coursing through her veins, making it hard for her to think straight or focus on anything but the desire burning within her.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Ari glances down at their intertwined hands before slowly lifting them up to his face. With shaking fingers, she traces the outline of his lips with her thumb, feeling a thrill course through her body as he leans into the touch and closes his eyes. Her breath comes out in tiny gasps as she continues to explore his face, allowing herself to fully indulge in this moment of pleasure and submission.

Parting her lips slightly, she gazes up at him through her eyelashes and whispers, "Kiss me..." The word is barely audible even to her own ears, but it's enough to send a shiver down his spine as he leans forward and presses his mouth against hers. Her tongue darts out to meet his, tangling together in a hot, needy dance that leaves them both gasping for breath and hungry for more.

Her body melts against his as their tongues dance and twine together, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she moans into the kiss. The desire that's been building up inside her since they first met is finally being released, washing over her in powerful waves of pleasure and relief. She arches her back, pressing herself closer to him, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact, her hips grinding against his in a silent invitation.

Her breath comes out in ragged pants as they continue to kiss, their tongues tangling together in an erotic dance that sends shivers down her spine. With each brush of his lips against hers, she feels herself growing hotter and more needy. She moans into the kiss, her hands fisting in his hair as he deepens the connection between them with every stroke of his tongue against hers.

She moans deeper into the kiss, feeling her whole body tense as he expertly brings her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips rise off the couch in search of more contact with him, grinding against his hard length through their clothes. With a sharp cry, she arches her back even further, meeting his thrusts with needy movements of her own as she nears climax.

Her world narrows to the feel of his lips on hers and the taste of him as they kiss, her body trembling under the force of the impending orgasm. With one last desperate groan into his mouth, she explodes around him, her muscles tensing and releasing in a powerful surge of pleasure that leaves her gasping for breath.

For several moments, they remain locked together as their hearts race wildly against each other's chests, pounding in tandem with the aftershocks of their