Gif: THE FERTILITY FORMULA

INTERIOR – LIVING ROOM – EVENING
A small apartment. LUCY, a pretty blond, is stirring a mug of fizzing pink liquid. Her big, macho husband HOWIE is looking crabby.

HOWIE: That stupid doctor doesn't know what he's talking about. There's nothing wrong with me! Nothing!

LUCY: Relax, honey. Just because you might be having some troubles with your, um, little swimmers, that doesn't make you any less of a man. To be honest I was never too crazy about the idea of giving birth anyway.

HOWIE: But I want to start a family! I'd do anything for us to have a baby...

LUCY puts a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and hands him the mug.

LUCY: Here, try this stuff. It's a natural fertility formula I read about online. Vitamins, herbs, all that. Maybe it could give you a little... boost. It can't hurt, anyway.

HOWIE looks at it doubtfully, then he gulps it down and makes a face.

HOWIE: Ugh! It tastes like a wet cat smells.

Suddenly he doubles over, clutching his stomach.

HOWIE: Oh, man. What the hell?!

He straightens up and his face goes pale as his body ripples and reshapes, his frame shrinking, chest swelling, hoodie tightening over a curvier form. Suddenly, he's a woman!

HOWIE: Lucy?! What the hell did that stuff do to me?!

LUCY: Oh, my god! Honey, you're... you're a...

HOWIE groans, grabbing his stomach again. He unzips his hoodie and we see that his belly is rapidly expanding. It keeps growing bigger and rounder, and when it finally stops he looks very, very pregnant.

HOWIE: I'm a girl! A big, fat, knocked-up girl! This is all your fault!

LUCY: I'm sorry, honey. When the recipe said it would make you more fertile, I didn't think it meant like this!

HOWIE shudders and - WHOOSH! - his clothes change into a tight blue minidress, showing off his baby bump.

HOWIE: What the hell?! Why did my clothes change too?

LUCY: I have no idea... but I kinda like it. You make one sexy little mama, I must say!

She giggles, covering her mouth with her hand.

HOWIE: Stop laughing at me! This isn't funny!

LUCY: I know, I'm sorry. Don't worry, I promise I'll take good care of you while you're pregnant. I'll rub your feet, run you a bubble bath, bring you pickles and ice cream... nothing's too good for my little mama!

HOWIE: Stop calling me little mama!

Fade out.