Louise and Lisa had met at the university swimming pool, and realized they lived in the same neighborhood. Louise was a student; Lisa, older, was an intern in general medicine. The latter, tall, with rather short dark hair and a wisp, was rather "big-mouthed", in contrast to the former, short, with light hair and a ponytail, and rather shy.

This evening, Louise tried to speak discreetly to Lisa.

"Lisa, I have a small medical problem. You can prescribe treatment, can't you?

- Uh, yes, but you should just see your regular doctor.

- It's just that... yes, I do have one, but it's a bit embarrassing. It's an itch… in… you see, my private place.

- I see.

- Can you prescribe me something?

- I don't prescribe without an examination first. So I'm going to have to examine you. Will you come to my house?"

Louise opened her eyes wide.

"You want to examine me... at your place?

- Well, yes. I can't take you to the practice now, it's closed... Anyway, I won't need any special equipment, I've got gloves at home.

- But...

- Otherwise, you make an appointment, even if it's a quick one, and go to your usual doctor.

- OK. Ok. We'll go to your place."

They walked in silence. Was Louise thinking that she'd soon be spreading her legs in front of her friend? Was Lisa thinking about the vision she would soon have?

Once the two young women had arrived at Lisa's, she offered Louise a drink. And Louise was relieved to have this tea, this moment of conventional polite conviviality, between an unconventional dialogue and an unconventional examination.

Lisa briefly slipped away to fetch her equipment. Fortunately, she kept gloves at home in a sort of small first-aid kit that she kept just in case.

"Good. Do you need to go to the bathroom? No ? Well, now you're going to take off your pants and panties. If you want, I'll come out while you're undressing.

- Uh... you're going to see everything anyway, so you can stay."

Louise quickly undressed. Lisa took the opportunity to admire her little bottom.

"How do I get on?

- Lie down on the bed, buttocks not far from the edge, and spread your legs. You can lay your soles on the bed."

While Louise got into position, Lisa put on her gloves.

Louise complied, and Lisa sat on the floor between her friend's legs. The little tuft of light-colored hair (bikini-cut) was cute, and showed the sex, also very cute... but already Lisa was parting the labia with her gloved hands, and discovered what she suspected all the same: mucous membranes red with irritation and whitish suppuration. Lisa frowned. Continuing to part her friend's labia, she looked closely at the open sex. "Could it be..." she mused.

"Candidiasis — also known as vaginal thrush. You can put your clothes back on, I'll prescribe some vaginal suppositories and some cream.

- Vaginal suppositories?? Never had any!

- They're like rectal suppositories, but you put them in the other hole. Not a big deal.

- Oh... but it's just that... well, you know, even a tampon is hard for me and I avoid using them."

Lisa's suspicions were confirmed: Louise had a very narrow hymen. Her vagina had certainly never received a penis... But then... but now was not the time to indulge in such considerations.

"But you really need it."

Louise, who had put her panties back on, took a breath.

"What if... what if you gave them to me."

Lisa opened her eyes wide. So, the little one... But she had to react.

"Why not? It'll give me a chance to play nurse. I'll write out the prescription, and you can come back tomorrow night with your meds? Oh, and take some panty liners... and wash your panties at least 60°C...

- I'll make a note of it.

- Since you're writing it down, here are the recommendations for teenage girls with this problem: wash your hands well before touching yourself there, and wipe your bottom from front to back."

Louise looked away, embarrassed by this intimate hygiene advice.

The next day, a blushing Louise was at the appointment. Lisa greeted her: "Tea? No ? Do you have your meds?" Lisa opened the packages." Just drop by the bathroom...". When Louise came out of the bathroom, Lisa greeted her already gloved. "Same position as yesterday.

Louise spread her legs and Lisa settled between them. She opened a suppository foil. She had equipped herself with gynecological lubricant, and put some on the little torpedo, which she pushed carefully into the itchy orifice. Between that and the irritation, the patient let out a small gasp.

"Did I hurt you?

- It burns... but I have to take the treatment."

Next, Lisa smeared the inside of Louise's vulva with cream. "After all, why not?" she thought, as her finger passed over her patient's clitoris. Louise didn't protest.

"There, it's done. You can sit back down...

- Thank you so much Lisa, you're so kind..."

Lisa went so far as to hand Louise a panty-liner. Louise left the bag of medicines and pads at Lisa's house.

The appointments continued over the next few days. The treatment was working, the irritation was subsiding, the whitish suppurations were disappearing. Was it an illusion, or was Louise's sex betraying excitement, was her clitoris turgid? And Louise was thanking Lisa for her good care... Lisa was reluctant to try her luck, however, contenting herself with a longer than necessary application of cream, even delicately rolling up the clitoral prepuce and applying the remedy underneath.

Lisa's procrastination must have made Louise impatient, because after three days, arriving at the appointment, she jumped at Lisa's neck, telling her she was really so kind to take care of her. Lisa gently stroked her back... and told her to go to the bathroom "and wash your hands thoroughly" and get into position for the treatment.

The egg was administered normally, and the cream passed between the labia minora. This time, however, instead of asking Louise to sit back down, Lisa sat beside her on the bed, looked at her, and planted a kiss on her cheeks. Seeing Louise smile, she placed a kiss on her mouth. Then her gloved hand returned to her patient's sex, and she began to masturbate her. She lay on her side. Louise extended her hand and brought it to Lise's breast. After a while of gentle manipulation, Louise came.

"I'd like to hold you in my arms afterwards."

And so Lisa and Louise embraced. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, Lisa not hesitating to take advantage of the access to Louise's buttocks afforded by the elasticity of the panties...

Louise timidly suggested, "Would you like me to... please you too?"

Lisa smiled. "Come on, let's get naked! I mean, you in your panties, and me naked!"

The two young women quickly undressed. Caresses and kisses followed, and Louise's hand found its way to Lisa's crotch. She masturbated her and even dared to stick a finger in her vagina, which was much more tolerant of penetration than hers. Lisa came, too.

"Do you know this is the first time I've done this?" said Louise. "Well this is not the first time for me," said Lisa, "but I'd love to continue with you." Louise stayed for that night, and many more.

A few years later, Louise and Lisa entered into domestic partnership, back then a new legal creation.

The story doesn't say whether it was Lisa who administered the suppositories when Louise became constipated, or whether the glycerine prescription was preceded by a rectal examination.

What we do know, however, is that it was Lisa's fingers that gradually deflowered Louise, and that when, later, the two young women acquired a "strap-on dildo", it was Louise who first strapped it on and penetrated her companion in the missionary position. So it makes little sense to ask who's the man and who's the woman!