I scheduled a doctor's appointment as soon as I found out, but on the day of, I was really nervous. What if they think that there's something wrong with me? My name has always been Casper, but that wouldn't be the only problem, because my birth certificate and my driver's license say that I'm male. I think my Mother wasn't thinking straight when she had my birth certificate changed to say that I was male, but I don't even remember when she did it, or even how she did it. When I arrived at the doctor's office, I went straight over to the front desk.

"Hello, what's your name, and when is your appointment time?" the receptionist asked.

"I'm Casper Jones," I said, "I have a 2 o'clock appointment." The receptionist looked at my face.

"Can I have your identification, Casper?" the receptionist asked. "I also need you to fill out this paperwork." She handed me a clipboard with a stapled stack of papers to fill out and a pen. I got my ID and my insurance card out, and gave them to her with the hand that wasn't holding the clipboard. She took them and frowned when she saw my ID read male. I quickly sat down before she could ask me anything about them. I filled out the papers and brought them over to her when I was done.

"Here I'm done," I said, handing her the clipboard. She took it, but threw out the papers I just filled out and handed me back my ID and insurance.

"We don't accept transgender people here," the receptionist said.

"I don't understand," I said, "Is it because my ID is wrong?" The receptionist frowned.

"We don't accept transgender people here," the receptionist repeated.

"But I'm not transgender," I said, "Sure, I might've been too lazy to correct my Mother's blatant lies, but I was never a man to begin with. And I'm 110% sure that I'm pregnant. You're saying that because my ID was wrong, you can't treat me?"

"Well, it's rather difficult to deal with someone like you," the receptionist said. "So, we'd rather not." Someone showed up and grabbed me to drag me out of there. I was very confused. I then looked up trans-friendly Obstetricians, hoping that they would take me. I was able to make an appointment for the next day.

When I went to the other Obstetrician, it was much easier to deal with the people there as they actually listened to my story instead of turning me away just because of my mismatched ID. The Obstetrician, Dr. Alissa Heins, was able to say that I was pregnant. Dr. Heins also gave me prenatal vitamins and told me about new parent support groups that I should probably take advantage of. But when I told her that I was going to raise the child alone, without any family members or the child's Father even knowing about the child's existence, Dr. Heins was rather worried about me. She said that it might not be healthy, but she didn't have the right to judge.

Things started to change rather quickly, and I had nothing to stop me from being this child's Mom. Well, except for a strange cloud of depression hanging over my head, but that was because I ruined my chance with Tristan, not because of the child. I should've realized that something was going to go wrong because of not having a support system, but I really didn't have a chance to even think of the possibility that something could go wrong. By the time my belly was showing, I ran into my Mom, whom I hadn't seen since I moved away for college. It was at a nearby mall, where I was in her favorite store to buy some maternity clothes. I didn't even tell her where I moved after I left college, so how did she find me? She cried as soon as she saw my face.

"Casper, it's been too long," Mom said as she rushed over to me. "How've you been doing? You should've come back home. Dad and I miss you terribly." She looked down at my bulging belly. "What's wrong with your stomach?"

"Mom, I really didn't want to see you again," I said, "But I think I need you now." Mom frowned.

"Why would you say that?" Mom asked.

"I'm still mad at you for raising me as a boy," I said, "But Mom, I'm pregnant." Mom looked back and forth between me and my belly.

"What?" Mom asked.

"Come with me to the food court and I'll tell you what happened," I said.

"Can I bring your Dad too?" Mom asked, "He's in the men's section looking for a nice suit jacket."

"Yeah," I said, "That'd be nice." Mom and I both walked together to the men's section; it was still a little awkward to be around the woman who made my life so strange after not seeing her for a while. When we got to where Dad was, he seemed just as surprised to see me as Mom was, but he didn't cry.

"Casper, is that you?" Dad asked.

"Yes, Dad, it's me," I said.

"And you're pregnant?" Dad asked, "Is the father around?"

"Um..." I said, "Can you come with us to the food court and we'll catch up?"

"Are you sure that you're fine with just the food court, Casper?" Dad asked, "I can treat you to something much nicer. It's been such a long time since we've seen each other, we should celebrate our reunion as well as the baby." I smiled.

"I think there's a nice restaurant right outside the mall, if you don't mind," Mom said.

"I'm fine with whatever you guys want," I said.

"Are you sure, Casper?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, it doesn't much matter to me," I said.

"Okay, the fancy restaurant it is," Dad said. We didn't buy anything at that store, but went over to the restaurant they were talking about. It was fancy, a bit too fancy for my liking.

"So, what did you want to start with?" Mom asked, "We could always tell you about us first, if you'd like?"

"Well, I got my bachelor's and master's degrees on time," I said, "But I ended up losing my job a few months ago, due to the pregnancy. It was a bit of a shock, but my child's Father was a one-night stand with someone I used to be friends with. I'm sure you two remember Tristan. Well, I didn't tell him that I was having his child, because he was acting really weird after Tristan found out that he slept with me, and Tristan even forgot that we were friends. I was kind of mad at him for not reacting the way I wanted to, so I guess having Tristan's child and not telling him is a bit of a weird revenge. I really wasn't thinking straight when I found out that I was pregnant, but honestly, I should have asked for help much sooner. I'm scared of being a single mom in a world that thought I was a man my whole life."

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Mom said, "If only I had given up on having a boy, none of this would have happened."

"At least you realize that you did something ridiculous," I said.

"Well, I've had a lot of time to think," Mom said, "And I got to the point where I wanted you to come back so badly that I didn't care anymore what you actually were. But to think that the next time we would see each other, that you'd be pregnant, and the Father doesn't even know about it, even though you grew up together."

"And, Casper, I'm sorry that I just went with your Mom's whims," Dad said, "I should've realized that it was harming you, but I didn't. It's obvious by the way you never came back home after you left for college, but that just means that we were far too late. If there's anything we can do to make it up to you, we would do it in a heartbeat."

"Can I move back in with you two?" I asked, my mouth talking before I could even think about it.

"Of course, Casper," Dad said, "We'd love for you to come back."

"Can you help me fix my birth certificate and ID?" I asked. "That's been giving me a lot of trouble for a long time now, but I didn't really know how to fix it. I don't want to change my name; I know that you two have thought about my name for a long time."

"We will definitely help with that," Mom said, "It was my mistake to begin with. I didn't realize how hard it would make things for you. I'm truly sorry for it."

"I'm not going to forgive you right away," I said, "It'll take some time, but I just really need someone to rely on right now."

"Don't worry, Casper," Dad said, "We may not have had your back in the past, but now I assure you we certainly will."

"Thanks, Dad," I said. After we finished eating, we went back to the store we were in earlier. Dad bought his suit, Mom bought some clothes, and they bought me some maternity clothes as well as things I would need for the baby. Then, I talked to my landlord about leaving the apartment to go live with my parents; I was a bit surprised by how understanding he and his wife were about it. And I was moved out of there within the week. It was a little sudden, but I felt like I needed a change. Being in that little apartment with a baby was scary, and it didn't help that I was still depressed.