Freak

"It's a Pre." The nurse's voice was full of finality. "Ten toes."

"It can't be." The mother gasped. She looked from the nurse to the doctor. "I'm a Trans. Brian is a Trans. The chances are..."

"Occasionally two fully-Trans parents will produce a Pre," the doctor said. "I'm sorry." He took the child and handed it to me. "The social worker will take over now."

"But what will happen to it?" The father reached, but I was too quick.

"Next time," the doctor said, as I fled the room and headed to Disposal.

As soon as I passed the last set of cameras, I veered left. "Hurry," someone urged.

I didn't need reminding.

"The red door," I whispered to the child. "We just have to get through the red door."

We did.

I pressed the child into the arms of Lawrence. My job was done.

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