"Yeah," Dad chimed in, "I heard a company is working with the CDC to recreate the virus, if they can make the change a temporary thing, they think it'll help with depression patients; calling it Pon-E or some other nonsense. What do you two think?"
I giggled. "Dan seems to think my attitude has taken an upswing."
Dan nodded. "Yeah, once everything calmed down, she's been less snarky. Then again, it could be the belly rubs. You guys just don't know. Bubbles sometimes has a hard time remembering that Sarah and I aren't actually pets. Doesn't make it any less enjoyable though, heh..."
Mom laughed. "You two really are that far gone, eh?"
"Maybe," I replied, "but it helps to know that we'll eventually be allowed to go out in public again soon, and if they get that drug working, maybe it will help other people accept us more easily. I've been surprised to see how well the immune students have adjusted to us."
Dad nodded. "For your sake, I hope that's the case..."
A short, awkward pause filled the air.
"So, um," I muttered, "Mom, Dad, I kinda have something to tell you..."
Mom perked up in her seat. "Oh? Tell us honey. Are you okay?"
"Well, dear god this is embarassing," I muttered.
"Sarah? Don't keep your mom and I in suspense..."
"So, one of the side effects of this change is that the victims have a sudden increase in sexual urges. Basically, we start off in heat. Before I go on, Mom and Dad, I'm not the only one in this situation..."
Dan nudged me. "Just tell them already..."
"Well," I gulped audibly, "after Dan and I were affected, let's just say..."
Dan poked me again.
"Fuck it," I jumped down onto the floor and looked both of my parents square in the eye, "Mom, Dad, I'm pregnant."