"Look, buddy, I don't know what the hell is going on here but this isn't obviously your baby. For the simple fact that you're a dude," he shouted, crouching down and lifting up the hem of the dress. He was very surprised when what he expected was not there...namely, a penis.
"A dude?" The man said. He appeared legitimately shocked. "I do not have to stay here and be insulted," he said, in the same thick accent."
Stephen stared, momentarily confused. Was this just a really manly looking woman? If so, her demeanor certainly wasn't matching her appearance. There was definitely something wrong, but he was more confused than ever. "Look..."
"I am carrying your child and you do not even remember my name?" He said, becoming a bit huffy. "It is Michelle."
"Look, Michelle...Let me lay it out for you," he said. "I came in here with my pregnant wife. She took my daughter to the bathroom. You passed by...and weren't pregnant. I waited for my wife some more...she came back and isn't pregnant. You pass by again...pregnant."
Michelle looked at him. "And just how, monseiur...did I do this? Steal ze baby?" He pulled up his dress a bit further. There were no marks of any kind. "Perhaps I swallowed it, no?" He pulled his dress back down and made a noise. "Or perhaps you were looking somewhere other than here...and did not see the baby the first time?" He asked.
It sounded rational and logical...more so than his version of the story. But he'd been so certain...and there were still a few things he didn't understand.
Michelle sighed what sounded like a long suffering sigh. He was done with being flirty. "Come...we will go sort this out," he said.
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