Amy's Story - part 2

“Good girl,” Leshia whispered. Amy had been pushing for about a half hour before she finally felt her lips stretching  between her legs. She gasped as she felt the head emerge.

“Don’t stop now,” Leshia said. “You’re easing it out.”

Amy found it harder and harder to keep her masculine side intact. Her voice had raised and she was now moaning in pain with every push. She breathed heavily as she continued. She wanted this to end. She was tired of letting Leshia be her midwife and allow her to see everything that was going on down there. She wanted to give birth alone, but Leshia was too worried and wouldn’t allow it.

“You’re stretching beautifully. The head’s almost there!”
Amy’s legs began to shake. The head was now halfway out of her. She placed a hand on it and felt the baby’s hair. She became excited.

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Amy was now leaning forward on Leshia’s shoulders, her knees spread out on the carpet.

“That better?” Leshia asked, referring to her change in position.

“Yes, loads,” Amy replied. She squeezed Leshia with each push, easing the baby’s head out more and more. Soon she was so numb between her legs she could no longer tell how far out the baby was.

“Should I…keep going?” She asked, panting.

“Yep! The head is about to pop out, hun,” Leshia said. Amy gripped Leshia again and bore down, giving a strong push. Suddenly, she felt a large bulge pop out of her. She gasped, frightened.

“It’s okay!” Leshia whispered. “The head’s just coming out.” Leshia was able to whisper soft, comforting things in Amy’s ear as she pushed the rest of the body out.

“There…that’s it, Amy…that’s it…good girl, mama…that’s right…you’re such a strong woman.”

Amy was now struggling to stay quiet as she pushed, and felt very embarrassed. She blushed at the comment that she was a strong woman. She didn’t feel like a woman. At least until now.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I am a woman.” She kept whispering this, as it comforted her. she wouldn’t let her masculine side suffer anymore. She simply accepted herself as a woman performing a woman’s task.

“Oh God!” she groaned. She leaned off of Leshia and moved into a squatting position. Pushing the shoulders through, she let out one final groan and stuck her thumbs underneath them, pulling the baby’s body out. She panted as she looked into the white infants eyes for the first time.

She and Leshia caressed the baby, then turned and leaned in for a kiss.