I would love to be the mother

“I still remember my first time,” Jeffrey though as he poured the coffee in the mugs.

When the body swap technology was released to the world, many different uses and services appeared to exploit the new market. Trans-swaps, couple-swap therapies, long distance swap trips, and training swaps were just the tip of the iceberg. It was a whole new world, and, in this world, the unemployed Jeffrey finally got an opportunity to bright.

It was not an easy choice. Actually, it was his girlfriend who pushed him to apply for a job within the new industry. However, it was under the persistent insistence of his girl, which seemed unstoppable, that he reluctantly accepted to apply.

The interview was nothing out of this world. No, in reality, it was even looser than expected, but Jeffrey couldn’t care the less, at least not until he got a phone call, days later, informing him that he got the job. His girlfriend was happy, but he had lots of mixed feelings inside his head; and it was to be expected, after all, the job in which he was pushed into was that of “Surrogate Mother”.

The job was simple: swapping bodies with a pregnant woman and going through the whole process of giving birth to a child and also taking care of the kid through the lactation period. Any other details were stablished while writing the personalized contracts. However, to ensure the safe of the surrogate as much as possible, the birth was obligatory done through a caesarean operation.

It was crazy and Jeffrey mind went through a roller coaster of experiences; however, at some point, he began to enjoy his different pregnancies. Sometimes as a pampered guest, sometimes as an employed athlete which should follow a strict routine, but, most of the times, he just had to be “himself”; living in his apartment, passing time with his girlfriend, and receiving a salary; all as long as he complied with the basic contract, which stablished a basic care for the borrowed body and the child inside it. Obviously, the medical and travel expenses were charged to the contractor, so as some other “little” trifles…

“You look lovely today too,” his girlfriend told him, before kissing his cheek.

“Well,“ Jeffrey snapped out of his memories, “maybe our little… encounter last night has something to do with it,” he stated, with a little morning kiss on her lips.

“So how are you feeling after going through a long long mile on the shoes of different pregnant women?” his girlfriend asked, remembering the old discussion that gave her the idea to push him into the job he had performed for years already.

“Mmm… I still want a child of our own. Though, now I would love to be the mother… If you don’t mind.” He smiled as he caressed his pregnant belly.