I had gotten it into my head that I wanted to make love with man I knew who seemed willing but reluctant and sad. There was something odd about him, but I could not figure it out or why I was so driven. He warned me again that I would regret it but would not be more specific.
The next thing I remember seeing is what appeared to be transparent film with a pucker in it, which, to my horror, I realized must be the mark of where his penis had been before being pulled out by the root. The film was all that was left of him.
As for me, I was encased in transparent film. I knew now what he had tried to warn me about--this was pregnancy for his species, for which he must die. And I was trapped.