I like being a man but sometimes I wonder if this would be easier, if I was born female. At least then I would have interest in what happens during pregnancy.

The thought was shameful now, but admittedly, I didn’t expect to go through this. This was for whatever girl I married or accidentally knocked up. Sure, I would have supported her. Even got the stereotypical pickles and ice cream, but all this was new despite my research. Cramming a lifetime of learning into this short time is like… well trying to squeeze a baby out of me.

It’s not that I learned nothing. One of my biggest discoveries is morning sickness wasn’t an accurate name. ‘Anytime’ or ‘Twenty-Four-hour sickness’ seemed more appropriate.

Or I guess Twenty-Three-hour sickness here on Augo.

I had a connection to Earth’s Internet, but I was not to mention my off-world status. It’s not like Earth didn’t know about Omegas, but for now, the doctors didn’t want me to stress out.

The old me would have argued out of spite if I didn’t see the practicality in it. There were no hard and fast rules, but a few Omegas mention their conditions. Some were told to get off the forums while other threads devolved into variations of “How does it feel?”

So I pretended that I was a new mother and did my research. Tender breasts were predicted. That wouldn’t be an issue or at least I hoped not. My mind was open. But, I was getting into territory I wasn’t exactly comfortable with.

I still had a lot of my old male machismo in me, but I didn’t want tits. Although, my nipples were painfully tender. Either from the Omega hormones or the constant sucks and pinches that Matros liked.

Well… not just him.

I told myself I would request he lay off but damn if they didn’t feel too good. Now they were semi-cracked and longer than before.

Then there was the stuff for which I had no real understanding. Some forum posters said it was like the beginning of a period. There was a reference lost on me. Although, I did get a heat of sorts before.

I could feel the cramps inside and a certain bloat that just made me feel… ‘ugh’. To say I felt tired back then was an understatement, and I wondered if that was it. I didn’t have too many women I could ask besides Becky.

Not something I want to do.

How many brothers and sisters can share period stories? Even if they could, who would want to?

I think it came down to two words.

“I’m scared,” I said. “Maybe if I were Volardi.”

His voice was quick. “You are of Volardi. You are my mate and will give me many children.”