The scream that echoed through the hospital was not one Dr. Philip, an experienced obstetrician, was used to. It was a man’s voice, high-pitched with a pain and panic that sent him running from his office. In the reception area, he was met with a scene that defied all logic and science.
A young soldier, no older than 25 and dressed in his army uniform, was bent over in agony, supported by a friend. But it was his stomach that caused the doctor to stop dead in his tracks. It was round, taut, and absurdly large—the unmistakable size and shape of a woman in her final month of pregnancy.
The soldier, Christian, was rushed onto a stretcher, his friend Fabian frantically explaining that his stomach had been growing for eight months and the pain had suddenly become unbearable. As Dr. Philip placed a hand on the soldier’s abdomen, he felt a jolt that made him flinch: a kick.
A small, but distinct and very real kick from within. “That doesn’t make any sense at all,” the doctor stuttered, his mind racing through every medical possibility.
In his office, Dr. Philip’s attempts at a rational explanation were quickly exhausted. He delicately asked if Christian was a transgender man, a question that his friend Fabian immediately and angrily shut down. “He’s a man,” Fabian insisted. “I’ve known this guy for years.
We serve together in the army. There’s no way he’s a woman.” Christian, through waves of pain, confirmed it. The doctor was left with a single, impossible conclusion. He ordered an immediate ultrasound.
In the dimly lit ultrasound room, the tension was suffocating. As Dr. Philip moved the transducer over Christian’s belly, the blurry shadows on the screen resolved into an image that made him grip the stretcher for support. There, clear as day, were two small, perfectly formed bodies. “Oh my God,” the doctor whispered. “Christian really is pregnant… and with twins.”
Before anyone could process the scientific impossibility, Christian let out a piercing scream as a yellowish liquid pooled on the floor. His water had broken. He was in labor. As the medical team rushed him to the delivery room, the mystery of how a man could be pregnant was overshadowed by the immediate crisis of how to deliver the babies. But this impossible medical event was only the surface of a much deeper and more sinister story of conspiracy, a mysterious accident, and a murder plot.
To understand how Christian arrived in this state, one must go back to the days before a fateful military mission. Christian’s best friend, Fabian, was worried. Christian had been missing for three days and was late for their deployment to the Amazon rainforest.
Just as the bus was about to leave, Christian appeared, looking disheveled and confused. He claimed he’d been in an accident, woken up in a hospital, and couldn’t remember anything from the past few days.
His story was strange, but even stranger was the reaction of their superiors, Captain Vance and Sergeant Thomas. Upon seeing Christian, they exchanged horrified glances. “How the hell is he here?” the Captain whispered to the Sergeant when they thought no one was listening. “That bastard should be dead. We saw everything.”
The men Christian trusted with his life had, in fact, orchestrated his death. His “accident” was no accident at all, but a failed murder attempt. Now, faced with their target’s impossible survival and convenient amnesia, they resolved to finish the job during the survival mission. “This mission will be his last,” the Captain declared. “The forest will be his grave.”
Christian, for his part, was not the man his friend Fabian remembered. He seemed distant, confused about shared memories, and was plagued by sudden bouts of dizziness and nausea. His claims of amnesia seemed plausible, but a private moment in front of a bathroom mirror revealed a different truth. “They’ll pay for what they did to you,” he whispered to his own reflection. “I’ll make sure of it.” His memory loss was a ruse, a carefully constructed mask to hide a secret quest for revenge.
His strange physical symptoms, the ones that would eventually swell his stomach and land him in Dr. Philip’s delivery room, began on that mission. They were a direct, bizarre consequence of what his superiors had done to him during those days he supposedly couldn’t remember.
Back in the delivery room, Christian, in the throes of labor, made a shocking demand. He refused a C-section, insisting on a natural birth. “You’re a man,” the baffled Dr. Philip argued, “a C-section is the only way.”
But Christian, determined, began to remove his military pants. As he did, he revealed the final, stunning piece of the puzzle—the biological truth of his body that he had hidden from the army, from his friends, and from the world.
It was a secret that explained the impossible pregnancy, and as the entire medical staff stared in wide-eyed amazement, the doctor fainted, and Christian let out one final, urgent scream. The babies were coming.
