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angel_gidgetTitle: Lists
Rating: PG
Word Count: 423
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Commentfic prompt... Jessica wasn't sure how she felt about her body, and those two pink lines on the EPT definitely weren't clearing anything up.
Jessica's eyes glazed over. It had been one year ago today that she had even looked in the mirror and just accepted the fact that her female body was attracted to Johnny's male one. It had take a while to wrap her head around that. It had also taken a while to wrap her head around the fact that yes, she would bleed out of her vagina (which, yes, she had) once or twice a month. Further, that she would have to stick padded things in and around said area to keep embarrassing stains from forming on her pants.
Jessica was pretty sure she wasn't really ready to think about what it meant when the bleeding stopped. Getting the test had really been more perfunctory than anything. It was all very scientific. If one's "cycle" is irregular, one tries to narrow down the possibilities: gauge stress levels, inspect past diet, take pregnancy test, consult doctor...
Two pink lines were not on the list. In fact, they very much disrupted the list.
Her eyes were still glazed and her body was still... well, still when Johnny came soaring through the apartment window. She was still staring into space when he hugged her from behind, kissing her cheek, and looking over her shoulder.
"Hey sexy! Whatcha got..."
She was still pretty out of it when he came around and took a look at the little stick thingie before his eyes bugged out and he proceeded to point between her and those two lines and back again.
"Is that--buh whuh...you... I..."
She started blinking a bit as he began to freak out, flaming on and off, tugging on his hair as he whirled around the living room.
"OHMIGOD! OHMIG-OMIGODOMIGOD...geeeeeeeze... When was... Oh Yeah... I guess we didn't... really... Oh. My. GAAAHHH! Wow. WOW!"
She watched the transition out of the corner of her eye: shock, curiosity, more shock, acceptance, and a tentative little something that seemed kinda similar to awe.
She had gone back to just staring at the lines when he calmed down. She looked him in the eye when he finally approached, and felt his hands hold hers (still holding her new "friend", Mr. Pregnant Stick.)
He took a deep breath. She heard herself imitate him, or at least try around that pesky lump in her throat.
"Jess. I love you. Before anything else, all my crazy talk aside, I love you. Okay?"
That lump in her throat continued to be as pesky as ever.
And just like that, lists didn't matter anymore.
f.i.n.
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Rating: PG
Word Count: 423
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Commentfic prompt... Jessica wasn't sure how she felt about her body, and those two pink lines on the EPT definitely weren't clearing anything up.
Jessica's eyes glazed over. It had been one year ago today that she had even looked in the mirror and just accepted the fact that her female body was attracted to Johnny's male one. It had take a while to wrap her head around that. It had also taken a while to wrap her head around the fact that yes, she would bleed out of her vagina (which, yes, she had) once or twice a month. Further, that she would have to stick padded things in and around said area to keep embarrassing stains from forming on her pants.
Jessica was pretty sure she wasn't really ready to think about what it meant when the bleeding stopped. Getting the test had really been more perfunctory than anything. It was all very scientific. If one's "cycle" is irregular, one tries to narrow down the possibilities: gauge stress levels, inspect past diet, take pregnancy test, consult doctor...
Two pink lines were not on the list. In fact, they very much disrupted the list.
Her eyes were still glazed and her body was still... well, still when Johnny came soaring through the apartment window. She was still staring into space when he hugged her from behind, kissing her cheek, and looking over her shoulder.
"Hey sexy! Whatcha got..."
She was still pretty out of it when he came around and took a look at the little stick thingie before his eyes bugged out and he proceeded to point between her and those two lines and back again.
"Is that--buh whuh...you... I..."
She started blinking a bit as he began to freak out, flaming on and off, tugging on his hair as he whirled around the living room.
"OHMIGOD! OHMIG-OMIGODOMIGOD...geeeeeeeze... When was... Oh Yeah... I guess we didn't... really... Oh. My. GAAAHHH! Wow. WOW!"
She watched the transition out of the corner of her eye: shock, curiosity, more shock, acceptance, and a tentative little something that seemed kinda similar to awe.
She had gone back to just staring at the lines when he calmed down. She looked him in the eye when he finally approached, and felt his hands hold hers (still holding her new "friend", Mr. Pregnant Stick.)
He took a deep breath. She heard herself imitate him, or at least try around that pesky lump in her throat.
"Jess. I love you. Before anything else, all my crazy talk aside, I love you. Okay?"
That lump in her throat continued to be as pesky as ever.
And just like that, lists didn't matter anymore.
f.i.n.
[*]
