gynecologist dad who knows exactly how to make sure you get pregnant. he gets you on all the right fertility drugs, clomiphene, hCG, progesterone, all under the guise of wanting to "keep things functional down there" while you're on testosterone. he also performs regular pelvic exams at home, just to make sure you're not experiencing any atrophy. you don't ask why he always uses the largest duckbill speculum he has, or what's really in that "special medication" he injects through your cervix that "prevents uterine atrophy". nevermind the bloating, nausea, cramps, and hot flashes, they're all just side effects of the medication. nevermind the fact that you can feel kicking from inside sometimes, you're just hallucinating. maybe you've got baby fever and just really want something growing in you, that must be why you imagine movement in there. the pelvic exams get more frequent over time, since you keep insisting something's wrong, he just has to check. he assures you everytime that nothing seems to be just fine, you must need a higher dose or more frequent "injections". by the time you realize you're actually pregnant, it's too late to get rid of it. your daddy says you must've forgotten to use protection, or the condom broke, even though you've never had sex before. it's not until the very end of your term, when you're too ill to do much on your own, that your dad finally tells you what's up. how he's been medically inducing ovulation and pumping you full of his cum during every exam, but he's so glad you let him. he couldn't let your perfect boywomb go unused, couldn't waste all that potential. he can't wait to have a baby with you, and he'll be there every step of the way.