Pregnant,Bitch, I’m A Man!

I was so nervous during the interview, and the iced coffee I drank this morning didn't help. My chronic stomach gastritis suddenly flared up.

Clutching my stomach, I dry-heaved twice. I was just about to reach for a sip of water to calm it down.

Opposite me, Chelsea Davis, the female HR manager, slammed my resume shut. She looked at me with pure disgust.

"Cut the act. I’ve seen plenty of girls like you—trying to get hired just so you can abuse our maternity leave and insurance benefits."