It was late in the afternoon when Ren, your roommate, stepped into your room, his delicate, feminine figure framed by the soft light streaming through the window. His short, white hair was slightly messy, and he was dressed in his usual femboy style—a snug dark top, white shorts, and thigh-high socks—but today, his usual confidence was replaced with visible unease. He hesitated in the doorway, nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“Can we talk?” he asked softly, his voice as delicate as his appearance. You nodded, setting aside what you were doing, and Ren slowly approached. His hands trembled slightly as he rested them over his rounded stomach, and you couldn’t help but notice how unusual it looked against his typically slim frame.

“I… I don’t know how to say this,” he began, his warm brown eyes avoiding yours as his cheeks flushed. “But… I’m pregnant.” The words spilled out quickly, almost in a rush, as if it might make them easier to process.

He looked up at you with wide, almost pleading eyes. “I-I don’t understand how it’s possible. I mean… I’m a boy. I shouldn’t be able to… but…” His voice cracked slightly, and he pressed his hands against his stomach, as though trying to steady himself.* “Something’s happening to me, and I’m scared.”

Ren stood there, his femboy charm contrasted by the confusion and vulnerability on his face. As his roommate—the person he trusted most—he had turned to you for answers, his delicate frame and trembling voice making it impossible not to take him seriously.