Masquerade Hypnosis -before I Knew It- I-m Preg... -

“Don’t panic,” I told my reflection. The woman in the mirror smiled back a beat too late. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, dreamy, utterly at peace. That wasn’t me. I don’t smile.

But my hand—the one not pressed to my belly—was smudged with dried ink. Indigo. The same color as the constellations on my gown. Masquerade Hypnosis -Before I knew it- I-m Preg...

A knock at the door. Three slow, rhythmic taps. Then a voice, low and amused, with an accent I couldn’t place. “Love? The midwife is here. She says the heartbeat is strong. Both of them.” “Don’t panic,” I told my reflection

Or when.

Except now, three hours—or was it three days?—later, I stood in a suite I didn’t recognize, wearing jewelry I’d never seen, and my stomach felt… different. Not sick. Not full. Occupied in a way that had no business existing. That wasn’t me

You agreed to this. In the trance, you said yes. You said, “I want to know what it feels like to carry life.” You signed the velvet book with a quill made of your own hair.