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INTERIOR. MATERNITY SHOP. DAY.

The shop is full of racks of maternity dresses and there are a few mannequins with prominent baby bumps. A jockish young MAN in a backwards baseball cap enters and looks around, wrinkling his nose at all the girly stuff. A pretty CLERK approaches him.

CLERK: Welcome to Minerva's Magical Maternities, sir. May I help you?

MAN: Yeah, my nutty ex-girlfriend sent me a gift card to this place. I guess she thought it was funny or something. I wanna exchange the card for cash.

He hands the CLERK the card and she gives it a quick look.

CLERK: I'm sorry, sir, but we don't offer exchanges or refunds. Your card can only be redeemed for our services.

MAN: Aw, come on... I'm a dude! What the hell kind of "services" would I ever need from Minerva's Magical Maternities?

CLERK: Well, a magical maternity, of course!

The MAN suddenly transforms into a beautiful, pregnant blonde wearing a short, clingy dress that shows off his baby bump. He whimpers, trying to tug down his skirt to cover more of his legs. The CLERK smirks.

CLERK: You've still got a little bit left on your card, ma'am. Perhaps I can interest you in a good nursing bra?