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We’re going to the game. You comin’? Mikey’s already made the call to Kevin. We gotta get going or the pizza’s gonna get cold.” He stopped when he saw Donnie. “You’re naked.”\n\n“I’m not gonna make it tonight,” Donnie grunted out as he continued to pace in the lab. He could feel the eggs shifting inside him, making their way down. Walking helped with the pain and moved the process along. \n\n“Do you want me to stay?” Raph took a few steps towards Donnie but stopped when Donnie held up his hand. \n\n“I don’t want anyone around me right now.”\n\n“Okay,” Raph said softly, nodding his head. “I love you.”\n\nDonnie managed a weak smile. “I love you too.”\n\nRaph started to back out of the lab but stopped. “I just…,” he cautiously approached, “wanna do one thing before I go.”\n\nDonnie stopped pacing and looked up at his larger brother. “What’s that?”\n\nAs much as he didn’t want to be touched, Donnie didn’t shy away when Raph moved in close. Fighting the instinct to push Raph away, he allowed his brother one, soft kiss. “That’s it,” Raph said with a half-smile. “Now I can go.”\n\nDonnie let out a soft chuckle despite the pain he was in, pain that seemed to diminish with Raph around. “Have fun,” he called out as Raph headed out the door.\n\n“I’ll tell the others you aren’t feeling well.” Raph glanced back at him. “Won’t be the same without you.”\n\nWith Raph gone, Donnie’s mind went back to focusing on the pain. It wasn’t long before he felt the need to get down on his hands and knees. They were coming. He straddled a large dog bed that would cushion the eggs when they came out. \n\nIt was a long, painful procedure to lay multiple eggs. He equated it to being ill, heaving into the toilet and praying that it would be the last time only for it to happen again and again. He lost count of the number of times he bore down. He just wanted it to end. \n\nHe had been at it for a while and was exhausted so when the alarm sounded, indicating that someone was approaching the lair, Donnie simply assumed it was his brothers returning home. The computers were on the outside of his lab, so he couldn’t get up to check them if he wanted to. He remained sitting on the ground, waiting for the next wave of pain to hit, hoping that it wouldn’t. \n\n“Is anyone here?” a familiar voice called out. “Donnie!?” The door to the lab opened and Vern stepped inside before Donnie had time to react. “Where is everyone?” Vern’s eyes fell on Donnie and quickly filled with confusion and concern. “Donnie? You okay, man? Why are bent over naked on the floor?”\n\nDonnie held up his hand and waved Vern away. “I’m fine. Just go.” Another wave of pain struck, causing Donnie to double over and bear down. \n\n“You don’t look fine. Are you sick?” Leaning over to get a better look, Vern’s eyes darted back and forth between the dog bed and Donnie. “Are… are those… eggs?”\n\nDonnie whimpered as another egg dropped down, tears stinging his eyes as a sense of dread and humiliation set in. He couldn’t believe this was happening. \n\n“You’re… laying eggs,” Vern mumbled in disbelief. He started back out of the lab, looking awkwardly eager to get out of there. “I’ll just go….” \n\n“Wait,” Donnie called out, his voice hitching slightly. Vern had seen too much and he needed to explain what was going on. He didn’t want to lose his friendship over this. “Please. You have to understand.” Donnie kept his eyes fixed on the floor. He couldn’t bear to look up. “I’m physically female.” It still hurt to say out loud. “But I identify as male.”\n\nVern remained in the lab but stayed close to the door, shifting from foot to foot. “Do… uh… your brothers know?”\n\nDonnie nodded. “They know.” Patting the floor, Donnie shifted his position so that he was sitting. “I think I’m done. Sit. We need to talk.” \n\n“You wanna talk?” Vern asked, remaining by the door. “Now?”\n\nWiping the tears from his eyes, Donnie nodded. He continued looking down at the ground as Vern made his way over. Rubbing his hands together, Donnie cleared this throat. “For starters, don’t ever refer to me as, ‘she’.”\n\nVern shook his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He sat down, leaning back against Donnie’s desk and looked up at the ceiling. “You’re not the first transgender I’ve met.” Pausing for a moment, he shrugged. “I get it. I’m a supporter of the LGBT community.” After a few more minutes he glanced over at the eggs. “So what do you do with them?”\n\nIn his exhaustion, Donnie pinched the bridge of his nose and answered without thinking. “First I need to check to make sure they’re not fertile.” As soon as the words left his mouth he wished he could take them back but all he could do was moan. \n\n“So… then… you um…?” Vern cleared his throat and then snapped his fingers. “That’s the real reason you needed that sonogram thing.”\n\n“Yes,” Donnie admitted covering his face with his hand. His chest tightened as he fought the urge to cry. In that moment of vulnerability he needed to talk to someone who wasn’t family. Before he knew it he was unloading on Vern. \n\n“They keep dying,” he sobbed. “I don’t know what to do.” Donnie started to cry uncontrollably. “The yolk sack doesn’t last the full gestation,” he squeaked out between sobs, still unable to look at his friend. “They starve before they are ready to hatch. Having them all die makes all of this worse. It’s not fair.”\n\n“Okay,” Vern said, biting his lip in thought as he placed a comforting hand on Donnie’s carapace. “Oaky…. Well… it’s too late to help with this batch but… there might be a way to help with the next.”\n\n“What?” Donnie looked at Vern and saw a look of determination and care on his friend’s face. \n\n“Have you tried eating more?” Vern asked. \n\nDonnie nodded. “I eat as much as I can but my stomach can only fit so much, especially when it’s sharing limited space with the forming eggs, and we are limited in what food we can get our hands on.”\n\n“Not anymore.” Excited, Vern stood and started to pace back and forth. “I can get you what you need.” He walked in thought for a moment and then turned to look at Donnie. “We did this whole piece a few years back on what pregnant women need…. I’m sure I can find all that information again. One of the big things was… vitamins. I can get you prenatal vitamins, protein powder and other nutritionally dense foods.”\n\n“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Donnie stood, grunting as pain shot through his still sensitive tail. “They might not be fertile this year or next. I managed to create a contraceptive.” He carefully shifted his weight from one foot to the other, pivoting in one spot to turn and get the sonogram machine. “I need to get these tested and into the incubators.” \n\n“I can help,” Vern offered. \n\n“I usually do it myself,” Donnie said, shaking his head. \n\n“Okay.” Vern backed off. \n\nFighting against the lingering pain, Donnie knelt down and prepared the sonogram machine. He placed the probe on the first egg, scanning for any indication of life. It didn’t take him long to find the heartbeat. \n\n“It’s fertile,” he breathed, feeling his heart ache. “So I do store sperm.” It was just as he had feared. After scanning the delicate eggs Donnie placed each of them into the incubators. “Now I wait for them to die.”\n\n“Donnie?” Vern took a tentative step forward. \n\nDonnie shook his head. “I’m okay.”\n\nVern stopped and started to wring his hands together. “So… how long can a turtle store sperm?”\n\n“Up to two years,” Donnie answered in a whimper as a new wave of dread washed over him. “So there is a chance that they will be fertile again next year.”\n\n“Well in that case, you’re gonna wanna start the vitamins at least a month before… um… pregnancy?” Vern looked at Don and shrugged. “Or whatever it is you call it for turtles. Doesn’t matter…. What matters is that you tell me when and I will bring you the vitamins along with all the other stuff. Okay?”\n\n“I guess it’s worth a try,” Donnie said with a slight nod as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “I can’t think of anything else. Thank you.”\n\nWith a smirk on his face, Vern held up his hands. “What are friends for?”\n\nDonnie placed the blanket over the incubators and then turned to face Vern. “Why did you come here today?”\n\n“Well,” Vern practically snorted. “Thanks to our little arrangement, I get hounded sometimes. People can’t seem to get enough of the savior of the city. So I came down here, of all places, for some peace and quiet.”\n\n“You’re escaping a girl,” Donnie stated. \n\n“No,” Vern argued but then nodded. “Yes.”\n\nDonnie smiled at his friend. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.” \n\n“Thanks.” Vern looked Donnie over. “I’ve never seen one of you naked before. It’s… weird.”\n\n“I’ll get some clothes on,” Donnie chuckled. \n\n“You don’t have to do that on my account,” Vern said quickly and then added with a smile, “but it would be greatly appreciated.”\n\n“It’s no trouble at all,” Donnie said as he slowly made his way across the room. 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This is too much for someone so young to take on alone.”\n\n“I’ve been dealing with it on my own since I was twelve,” Donnie mumbled, half asleep. \n\n“Twelve?! What about the father?” Vern wanted to know. “Whoever he is…. I don’t need to know…. Doesn’t he help out?”\n\nDonnie shook his head and in his tired state, divulged more than he probably would have if he was fully awake. “I keep it all away from my brothers. I don’t want to remind them that I’m physically female any more than I have to. It’s bad enough that they are reminded every spring when we’re compelled to mate.” There was little room for misinterpretation. \n\nVern wanted to clarify anyway. “So you’re saying… all three of them could be the father?”\n\n“Mm-hum,” Donnie nodded as he drifted off to sleep. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Yo, Donnie,” Raph said as he entered the lab. “It’s time to finally get out of this lab. We’re going to the game. You comin’? Mikey’s already made the call to Kevin. We gotta get going or the pizza’s gonna get cold.” He stopped when he saw Donnie. “You’re naked.”

“I’m not gonna make it tonight,” Donnie grunted out as he continued to pace in the lab. He could feel the eggs shifting inside him, making their way down. Walking helped with the pain and moved the process along.

“Do you want me to stay?” Raph took a few steps towards Donnie but stopped when Donnie held up his hand.

“I don’t want anyone around me right now.”

“Okay,” Raph said softly, nodding his head. “I love you.”

Donnie managed a weak smile. “I love you too.”

Raph started to back out of the lab but stopped. “I just…,” he cautiously approached, “wanna do one thing before I go.”

Donnie stopped pacing and looked up at his larger brother. “What’s that?”

As much as he didn’t want to be touched, Donnie didn’t shy away when Raph moved in close. Fighting the instinct to push Raph away, he allowed his brother one, soft kiss. “That’s it,” Raph said with a half-smile. “Now I can go.”

Donnie let out a soft chuckle despite the pain he was in, pain that seemed to diminish with Raph around. “Have fun,” he called out as Raph headed out the door.

“I’ll tell the others you aren’t feeling well.” Raph glanced back at him. “Won’t be the same without you.”

With Raph gone, Donnie’s mind went back to focusing on the pain. It wasn’t long before he felt the need to get down on his hands and knees. They were coming. He straddled a large dog bed that would cushion the eggs when they came out.  

It was a long, painful procedure to lay multiple eggs. He equated it to being ill, heaving into the toilet and praying that it would be the last time only for it to happen again and again. He lost count of the number of times he bore down. He just wanted it to end.

He had been at it for a while and was exhausted so when the alarm sounded, indicating that someone was approaching the lair, Donnie simply assumed it was his brothers returning home. The computers were on the outside of his lab, so he couldn’t get up to check them if he wanted to. He remained sitting on the ground, waiting for the next wave of pain to hit, hoping that it wouldn’t.

“Is anyone here?” a familiar voice called out. “Donnie!?” The door to the lab opened and Vern stepped inside before Donnie had time to react. “Where is everyone?” Vern’s eyes fell on Donnie and quickly filled with confusion and concern. “Donnie? You okay, man? Why are bent over naked on the floor?”

Donnie held up his hand and waved Vern away. “I’m fine. Just go.” Another wave of pain struck, causing Donnie to double over and bear down.

“You don’t look fine. Are you sick?” Leaning over to get a better look, Vern’s eyes darted back and forth between the dog bed and Donnie. “Are… are those… eggs?”

Donnie whimpered as another egg dropped down, tears stinging his eyes as a sense of dread and humiliation set in. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

“You’re… laying eggs,” Vern mumbled in disbelief. He started back out of the lab, looking awkwardly eager to get out of there. “I’ll just go….”

“Wait,” Donnie called out, his voice hitching slightly. Vern had seen too much and he needed to explain what was going on. He didn’t want to lose his friendship over this. “Please. You have to understand.” Donnie kept his eyes fixed on the floor. He couldn’t bear to look up. “I’m physically female.” It still hurt to say out loud. “But I identify as male.”

Vern remained in the lab but stayed close to the door, shifting from foot to foot. “Do… uh… your brothers know?”

Donnie nodded. “They know.” Patting the floor, Donnie shifted his position so that he was sitting. “I think I’m done. Sit. We need to talk.”

“You wanna talk?” Vern asked, remaining by the door. “Now?”

Wiping the tears from his eyes, Donnie nodded. He continued looking down at the ground as Vern made his way over. Rubbing his hands together, Donnie cleared this throat. “For starters, don’t ever refer to me as, ‘she’.”

Vern shook his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He sat down, leaning back against Donnie’s desk and looked up at the ceiling. “You’re not the first transgender I’ve met.” Pausing for a moment, he shrugged. “I get it. I’m a supporter of the LGBT community.” After a few more minutes he glanced over at the eggs. “So what do you do with them?”

In his exhaustion, Donnie pinched the bridge of his nose and answered without thinking. “First I need to check to make sure they’re not fertile.” As soon as the words left his mouth he wished he could take them back but all he could do was moan.

“So… then… you um…?” Vern cleared his throat and then snapped his fingers. “That’s the real reason you needed that sonogram thing.”

“Yes,” Donnie admitted covering his face with his hand. His chest tightened as he fought the urge to cry. In that moment of vulnerability he needed to talk to someone who wasn’t family. Before he knew it he was unloading on Vern.

“They keep dying,” he sobbed. “I don’t know what to do.” Donnie started to cry uncontrollably. “The yolk sack doesn’t last the full gestation,” he squeaked out between sobs, still unable to look at his friend. “They starve before they are ready to hatch. Having them all die makes all of this worse. It’s not fair.”

“Okay,” Vern said, biting his lip in thought as he placed a comforting hand on Donnie’s carapace. “Oaky…. Well… it’s too late to help with this batch but… there might be a way to help with the next.”

“What?” Donnie looked at Vern and saw a look of determination and care on his friend’s face.

“Have you tried eating more?” Vern asked.

Donnie nodded. “I eat as much as I can but my stomach can only fit so much, especially when it’s sharing limited space with the forming eggs, and we are limited in what food we can get our hands on.”

“Not anymore.” Excited, Vern stood and started to pace back and forth. “I can get you what you need.” He walked in thought for a moment and then turned to look at Donnie. “We did this whole piece a few years back on what pregnant women need…. I’m sure I can find all that information again. One of the big things was… vitamins. I can get you prenatal vitamins, protein powder and other nutritionally dense foods.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Donnie stood, grunting as pain shot through his still sensitive tail. “They might not be fertile this year or next. I managed to create a contraceptive.” He carefully shifted his weight from one foot to the other, pivoting in one spot to turn and get the sonogram machine. “I need to get these tested and into the incubators.”

“I can help,” Vern offered.

“I usually do it myself,” Donnie said, shaking his head.

“Okay.” Vern backed off.

Fighting against the lingering pain, Donnie knelt down and prepared the sonogram machine. He placed the probe on the first egg, scanning for any indication of life. It didn’t take him long to find the heartbeat.

“It’s fertile,” he breathed, feeling his heart ache. “So I do store sperm.” It was just as he had feared. After scanning the delicate eggs Donnie placed each of them into the incubators. “Now I wait for them to die.”

“Donnie?” Vern took a tentative step forward.

Donnie shook his head. “I’m okay.”

Vern stopped and started to wring his hands together. “So… how long can a turtle store sperm?”

“Up to two years,” Donnie answered in a whimper as a new wave of dread washed over him. “So there is a chance that they will be fertile again next year.”

“Well in that case, you’re gonna wanna start the vitamins at least a month before… um… pregnancy?” Vern looked at Don and shrugged. “Or whatever it is you call it for turtles. Doesn’t matter…. What matters is that you tell me when and I will bring you the vitamins along with all the other stuff. Okay?”

“I guess it’s worth a try,” Donnie said with a slight nod as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “I can’t think of anything else. Thank you.”

With a smirk on his face, Vern held up his hands. “What are friends for?”

Donnie placed the blanket over the incubators and then turned to face Vern. “Why did you come here today?”

“Well,” Vern practically snorted. “Thanks to our little arrangement, I get hounded sometimes. People can’t seem to get enough of the savior of the city. So I came down here, of all places, for some peace and quiet.”

“You’re escaping a girl,” Donnie stated.

“No,” Vern argued but then nodded. “Yes.”

Donnie smiled at his friend. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

“Thanks.” Vern looked Donnie over. “I’ve never seen one of you naked before. It’s… weird.”

“I’ll get some clothes on,” Donnie chuckled.

“You don’t have to do that on my account,” Vern said quickly and then added with a smile, “but it would be greatly appreciated.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Donnie said as he slowly made his way across the room. He could barely lift his feet as he walked so they slid against the hard floor.

Vern watched him for a moment. “Maybe you should lie down and get some rest instead.”

“I am tired,” Donnie admitted, stumbling a little. “Laying eggs is exhausting.”

“Let me help you. I don’t think I can catch you if you fell but you can lean on me for support.” Vern assisted Donnie out of the lab and into his room.

“Thanks,” Donnie mumbled as he flopped down on the bed. Fatigue causing Donnie’s eyes to feel heavy and they started to drift closed. “Thank you, Vern, for not freaking out on me.”  

“You’re my friend,” Vern stated as a matter of fact. He waited for Donnie to get himself situated and then covered him with a blanket. “Sometimes your size and level of intelligence makes me forget how young you really are. Today you reminded me.” Reaching up he gently removed Donnie’s glasses. “That just kind of… you know…. I wanna help. This is too much for someone so young to take on alone.”

“I’ve been dealing with it on my own since I was twelve,” Donnie mumbled, half asleep.

“Twelve?! What about the father?” Vern wanted to know. “Whoever he is…. I don’t need to know…. Doesn’t he help out?”

Donnie shook his head and in his tired state, divulged more than he probably would have if he was fully awake. “I keep it all away from my brothers. I don’t want to remind them that I’m physically female any more than I have to. It’s bad enough that they are reminded every spring when we’re compelled to mate.” There was little room for misinterpretation.

Vern wanted to clarify anyway. “So you’re saying… all three of them could be the father?”

“Mm-hum,” Donnie nodded as he drifted off to sleep.
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