10/09/2025
I woke up from a dream that felt like sin, only to discover a month later that my body carried the proof of it. I have never been touched by a man. I am a vir-gin. Yet I am pregnant. Now tell me, what do you call that?
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It began as a dream. A month ago, I saw myself in a place I had never been, in the arms of someone I could not clearly see.
His face was shadowed, and his voice was muffled, yet everything felt so real that when I woke up, my body was trembling.
I brushed it off as just another strange night vision.
After all, I am a vir_gin. I had never been with a man before, never even kissed one deeply enough to cross into anything dangerous. I told myself it was nothing more than my mind playing tricks, feeding on late-night thoughts and quiet longings.
Or maybe it was the ero_tic movie I watched that night before I went to bed.
But then the changes started.
I missed my period. My body grew restless, heavier in ways I could not explain.
My bre_asts ached when I touched them, and nausea came like waves in the morning. I thought it was stress, but when I finally took the test, the two red lines stared back at me, sharp and undeniable.
Positive.
I sat on the bathroom floor, the test clutched in my hand, shaking.
How?
How could this be happening when I had never been touched?
I am pregnant.
And I am still a vir-gin.
The doctor confirmed it.
No mistakes in the test, no faulty reading.
My body is carrying life.
Yet when I told him I had never been with anyone, the look he gave me was a mix of disbelief and pity, as if I was lying or confused.
But I know my truth.
Now I walk with this secret, my mind circling back to that dream, the faceless figure, the warmth of a body pressed against mine.
Was it just imagination? Was it something darker?
Did I cross into a place between sleep and waking that night, something no one else could explain?
Every kick of nausea reminds me of a question I cannot answer:
What really happened to me that night?