The warm feeling throughout her body settled in her midsection, which let out a small groan. Nicole began to feel very nauseous. She ran into the bathroom, barely making it. "HURK!" she let out, as the contents of her stomach were released into the toilet.
As her lunch was lost into the bowl, a fog entered her mind, overwriting old memories with new ones. A month of memories were modified, making her think that this nausea and vomiting had been going on for a while. It also gave her the memory of having a sexual encounter with a guy she met at a party while drinking. The fog left her brain around the same time she finished vomiting, never suspecting that anything unusual had happened in the first place. "Sorry, what were you saying, Betty?" she asked as she left the bathroom.
"Anyway, like I said before you chucked up lunch, what do you want to do for your birthday nine days from now?"
"Have a party, I guess. Dancing, and all that other stuff." Nicole felt tired, for what she believed was not the first time this month.
"You sound really out of it, Nicky, you feeling okay? I mean, other than the obvious."
"I think all this vomiting is making me totally tired, Becky. I hope this clears up in time for my birthday."
"You've been throwing up a lot lately, maybe you're pregnant," Betty cracked with a smirk on her face.
"Ugh, don't even joke about that," Nicole replied with a wave of disgust... and deep down inside her, a small core of curiosity arose, wondering what it would be like to be pregnant. Before she could examine that thought more closely, her stomach growled. "Ugh, I feel hungry enough to eat a whole pizza," she said.
"That's what you said three days ago," Betty said, rolling her eyes.
"Well that's what it feels like, so that's what I'm saying," Nicole retorted. She ultimately decided to...