A boy carries a pregnancy to term. The film doesn't flinch from the nausea, the weight, the world's cruelty narrowing down to a single body that doesn't fit anywhere. What hits is how quiet it stays while describing something impossible, refusing both spectacle and sentiment, letting you sit in the discomfort instead of explaining it away. This is a graduate thesis that needed to exist. Few people have seen it. That needs to stop.
A young man discovers he is pregnant. What should be impossible becomes his lived reality, forcing him to confront a body that no longer feels like his own. As nausea and physical transformation consume his days, he navigates a world utterly unprepared for his existence. Strangers judge. Medical systems falter. The institution meant to support him becomes another source of confusion and pain. This psychological short examines what happens when biology refuses to follow the rules society has written. The film sits in the gap between the visceral and the surreal, treating his pregnancy not as spectacle but as genuine crisis. It's a meditation on bodily autonomy, the weight of expectation, and the profound loneliness of experiencing something no framework exists to understand. The narrative unfolds through his perspective, making his internal world the landscape we inhabit. Raw and deliberately unsettling, this work asks viewers to sit with discomfort and witness a person pushed to the margins of comprehension.