(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Sherrie_Stinson.jpg)<br/><br/>Sherrie Stinson was a typical teenager, in many respects.  She went to school, she partied with her friends, she snuck out after her mother's curfew and hung out with her lovers.  Everything that a typical teenager did these days.  Sherrie was the one who brought the slyvy to the parties, almost constaly plying her girlfriends with swistar, and a very memorable weekend with a few very illicit tabs of epiphany.  Now that had been a lot of fun.<br/><br/>Sherrie's mother was... rather strict all things told.  She was one of those women who insisted on having only one partner for life, and wanted her daughter to grow up with the same sorts of morals.  Sherrie, of course, resisted such indoctrination, and so she was a little bit of a rebel.  She preferred her dark and super tight clothing, often wearing things to school which bordered on the scandalous.  The day she'd worn nothing but slick latex lingerie to her exams was one of her favourite memories in recent history.<br/><br/>When they'd started discussing the idea of a pregnancy pact, Sherrie had all but ignored her mother in the process.  Sure, she'd lied to her lovers, told them she had gotten permission.  The idea of turning up at home well and truly impregnated by the two girls she loved most in the world was enough to make her squirm in her outlandish undies.  Once it was confirmed, there'd be no way her mother could say no.<br/><br/>With that firmly in mind, Sherrie stepped out of the cab near Bailey's house, letting the cab take its fare from her RFID hanging from her ear.  Mother would get the bill, and think nothing of it.  Sherrie always spent time at Bailey's, after all.  Today, they were getting together to begin the process of becoming Mothers and Aunties.  Today, she wore a lovely little ensemble in bright purple, highlighting those pools of sapphire that were her eyes.  She particularly loved the clinging tightness, and the way the extra straps of thicker leather highlighted her favourite parts.  Hopefully Bailey would like it too.<br/><br/>One gloved hand lifted up, the other still clutching her overnight bag.  This was to be the weekend they did it.  Hopefully the supplies she brought would help.  She pushed the announcer gently, and waited, trying not to fidget.  In a few hours, with any luck, Sherrie would be a mother...