When the PDM's re-education program started, you weren't sold. "You don't have a womb, you are womb" they told you. You scoffed at this notion. After all, you had a career ahead of you, a life to live where you would make your own decisions about your purpose in life.
But there was something strangely appealing about what they said. "You are a womb" were the words that felt so wrong, so opposite of your plans and ambitions, but it couldn't seem to leave your mind. All around you, your friends started to get pregnant. They didn't seem to mind what the PDM was saying. They accepted it without question.
Coincidentally it was around the time you began to fantasize about "risky" sex. You told your boyfriend to stop using condoms, which he gladly agreed to, but you were still on the pill, so you had nothing to worry about, truly. But you soon found it wasn't enough. Knowing for certain that you were taking the pill wasn't enough for you. So...you stop taking the pill but as a safeguard, you instead decided to track your cycles so that you're only having sex when you're not ovulating.
That first time the two of you had sex with no birth control whatsoever was an amazing and altogether addicting experience. The feeling of him cumming into you with everything's he's got and you there with the knowledge that there's no guardrails any longer. If you made a mistake calculating your cycle or if the cycle itself happen to change unexpectedly, you could very well end up pregnant. Needless to say, it was incredibly hot.
But it was working so well that you got complacent. Before long, you stopped checking your tracker. You just became convinced that it would never happen to you.
Until that one morning when you stood in the bathroom staring at the double lines of a pregnancy test. All that risky sex...you look at yourself in the mirror. Was this the outcome you had wanted all along?
Before you long, your baby bump appears, and you feel the first kicks. You look at yourself in the mirror and you can't help but remember the words, "You are a womb."
As the months go on, your belly grows bigger and that womb of yours begins to dominate your body. Soon it's all that people see. They rub it, they coo over it, they ask how the baby's doing. People are so excited for you. Your friends are excited for you too, now that you are finally joining their little "club."
Little by little, you understand how they feel. You begin to understand what the PDM was saying all along. Growing this baby inside you makes you feel so good about yourself. So...purposeful.
And now, here you are...a few days overdue. You admire yourself in the mirror. Your massive spherical belly makes it hard to walk, let alone stand. You wrap your hands around your swollen midsection and say to yourself, "I am a womb." It was the truth you were trying to deny for so long. You smile at yourself, grateful that you have finally uncovered your true reason for being. What you were born to be. "I am a womb" you tell yourself again as you close your eyes and feel that baby, your purpose, move and kick inside you.
