"Well I'm not doing it." Alyssa grumbled. She plucked a butter knife from the silverware drawer and popped off the lid to the mustard jar. Her long blonde hair was tied into a messy bun, and her large blue eyes were focused on the slices of bread and meat in front of her as she worked, not even bothering to look at the man who shifted nervously in the kitchen doorway, "I'm not getting pregnant. You want a kid? You do it! I won't mind being a guy for a few months! It's nice not having to worry about periods or anything like that!"

"Oh, come on Lissie!" the man pleaded. He ran his fingers through his thick black hair and began to pace nervously, glancing down at the ground as he gritted his teeth, "Mom has been begging for a grandkid for ages and we're almost thirty! You always said you wanted a family, why not get started now?"

"I'm not against having kids!" Alyssa snapped, "I'd love it! I want to be a parent! I want to teach our kids how to walk, how to talk and explain their first switch! But - I'm not getting pregnant. Nine months of being giant, getting stretch marks, throwing up every morning and peeing myself in the last few months? Nooo thank you. Not to mention the pain! Ha! Like I said - you do it. You're tougher anyways! You were born a man, you handle pain better than I do."

Chris huffed, "Alyssa you know that's bull. I complained for a WEEK when I got carpet burn at your aunt's place."

"Well you were a woman then, and it was shag carpetting, so... you know, anyone would complain," Alyssa assured him.

"Okay okay, well...I don't want to get pregnant...so...what if we got a surrogate?" Chris asked, plopping down at the table.

Alyssa snorted, "Are you kidding? Do you know how much a surrogate costs? I'm pretty sure they come at like, twenty thousand dollars or something."

"Twenty thousand? Are you kidding?" Chris burst into nervous laughter, "....Well...shit. For that price we could buy a baby!"

"Oooh, or better yet we could steal a baby!" Alyssa laughed. She slapped the last slice of bread on top of her sandwich and offered half to her husband. Sitting down, she gave her watch another quick glance, "Well...look, tell you what. We've always said we want to have two or three kids...let's just say two to be fair. In two weeks I'll be a guy. Give me one more month of that and then...and then I'll get pregnant. But you have to have the second one. Got it?"

Chris took the sandwich and smiled. He grabbed his wife and pulled her close, planting a big sloppy kiss on her cheek, "Fine. But you take the first one."