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Marie stopped and climbed out of the locker. She looked at Miranda and only said "Don't call me that! It's not my name!" "Oh, sure, of course, Mrs. Rodriguez, I still don’t understand why you decided to take the name of your fiancé, but I worry about you, why did you try to get into the locker?" "What ?! What a fiancé ?! Rodriguez !?" Mary rushed back to the locker, but this time a friend held her back ... I could not believe what I just heard. It was all like some kind of dream! This could not have happened! I have to go back to my locker room. But after this woman came up to me and the second time I decided to get into the locker, there was already nothing there! There was just a wall! I again looked with despair at this woman, then at my body, then again at her. She hugged me and continued to say something, but I didn’t hear anything, I had a noise in my ears, as if a grenade exploded somewhere nearby ... Miranda hugged her friend. She thought it was all the hormones of the pregnant. And she didn’t really approve that her friend was so pregnant, she went to the gym, but it was Marie’s choice, so she didn’t say anything "Marie, Marie, can you hear me?" Marie looked up and nodded her head. ... Starting from this moment everything was in a fog. It was the most severe shock in my life. I just followed this woman who was leading me somewhere. I saw how she puts a jacket on me and I walk by the arm with her from the gym. She drove me to an apartment building and took me out of the car. I was in the same uniform as in the gym, only I was wearing a jacket and I was holding a sports bag in my hand. At that moment, I was able to think again consciously. I looked around. It seems that I was not in the most prosperous area, it was an area for immigrants, mostly Mexicans. We stood at the entrance to a ten-story building, I again felt the heaviness on my chest from new acquisitions, and this heavy swollen stomach, bra straps strongly pressed on my shoulders. I heard this woman say something to me and finally I was able to concentrate on her voice ... "Marie! Marie! Mrs. Rodriguez! Can you hear me ?!" Maria stood holding a bag with one hand, and her pregnant belly with the other, and finally drew attention to Miranda "Yes, yes, I'm listening, please excuse me." "Finally. I don’t know what happened to you after class, but I don’t recommend you go to the gym anymore, although before delivery. Marie, I really worry about you. You don’t get it wrong, I’m happy for you. I'm glad that you found your happiness, a man whom you love and from whom you will soon have a child. I am sure that this is true love ... " "What do you mean?" "Well ... I'm sorry to talk about this again, but you understand. I don’t want to think that he married you just for citizenship .... But ... you lost everything, you had a fight with your parents because for him, and this change of surname. I was convinced that this was only a game to annoy your father! He wrote you out of the will and left his many millionth inheritance to your fool brother, and then died. Lord, Marie ... I don’t know how to rejoice for you or not! You are already 32, and if this is not serious, then ... you will be left alone without money and with a child ... But! Sorry! I’d better go! I in vain all this began to say " Miranda hugged Marie, barely holding back her tears and got into her car. ... I stood and watched this woman's car leave. What she said was some kind of nonsense. Does it really happen? Who will marry an Mexican immigrant and leave a rich parental home? I thought about it for a second, but then I decided for myself that I would definitely return my old life to myself. I’ll figure out how this portal works and come back ... Perhaps after childbirth. The thought of it was strange and unpleasant. Apparently I will have to live some time as Marie. Then I remembered that I didn’t even know where to go. But the girl left me at this entrance, it means to me here. I slowly holding my new belly went to the door. The key was correct and the door opened. It was an old staircase with a staircase inside, it smelled bad and was poorly lit. I looked at the key and saw the apartment number. This was a clue, the apartment was on the third floor. I would never have thought that it’s so hard for pregnant women to climb the stairs. I opened the door with the key and entered. The situation in the house was poor, but it was at least tidy and clean. There was nobody at home and it was good. I still thought that maybe this girl was joking about the groom and the Mexican. From this thought alone I became restless. I undressed and stayed only in my underwear. In the mirror I saw the same woman who was in the hall, but only her stomach seemed even larger. I looked down and it seemed to me just huge. I did not have time to pay attention to my new chest in the hall, and now, looking down at my stomach, I noticed her. In the bra, they also seemed very impressive. I sat on the bed, feeling my stomach on my knees and stared at the wall.