Still in her Central High Cheer Squad uniform, Deirdre Kelly sat uncomfortably next to her mother in the waiting room at the Pry Medical Center’s Female Adolescent Wing. Mom had signed her in with the perky blonde receptionist with the nametag ‘Amy’ at the front desk, leaving Deirdre to look around the doctor’s office she would now be visiting every month.

The waiting room was very juvenile, with pink walls and Disney Princess portraits hanging in between various posters. One showed a white girl Deirdre’s age and an older white man, labeled “Fathers protect their princesses.” A second showed another girl like Deirdre and a slightly older Asian woman labeled “Girl Power Means We Can Say No to Boys!” And a third was a girl Deirdre’s age hugging a woman who was clearly her mother, with the label “Mothers and Daughters – Closer Than Sisters.”

The table in front of the waiting chairs was stacked with magazines like Teen Cosmo and Seventeen, and one called Boppers that Deirdre wasn’t familiar with. A Vixxxens catalogue also seemed to have slipped into the pile, and Deirdre averted her eyes from the glossy lingerie magazine. That only directed her gaze to the other girl sitting in the waiting room. She was blonde, her age hard to identify – she could be anywhere between thirteen and ten years older, the age obscured by her side-braid and pink tank-top and jorts. She looked nervous, staring down at the ground, and was sitting next to a stern, tall, dark-haired woman who did not seem to be her mother.

A black nurse walked in from the hallway, smiling. “Kristen? Dr. Feng is ready for you. Let’s get you ready for your checkup.”

“Up, Kristen,” the stern woman snapped. The tiny blonde flinched.

“Yes, Miss Delta,” she said in a timid voice, jumping to her sneaker-clad feet and following the black nurse into the hallway. Then Deirdre and Mom were alone with Amy the receptionist again – but not for long.

The doors to the clinic hallway opened again, revealing a smiling Asian woman in a nurse’s uniform, looking to be in her mid-twenties. She looked down at the clipboard she was holding, then asked, “Deirdre Tyson?” She smiled. “I’m Nurse Yi. I will be attending to your initial consultation today.”

Deirdre frowned. “That’s not my name!” she hurriedly spat out to the nurse, almost accusatorily, then turned to her mom, repeating it – almost pleading. “That’s not my name?”

“Donald made the appointment under his name,” Mom explained. “He thought you should start getting used to it before the wedding.”

“But… I’m not going to change my last name?” Deirdre said. She meant to sound firm, but it came out uncertain. “I’m Deirdre Kelly. I don’t want to lose Dad’s last name. Not until I get married. I’m not.” Her red eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not, and I won’t!”

Mom sighed wearily. “Deirdre, we are not having this conversation now. Not now, and not with that tone of voice and certainly not with your attitude. If you are going to act like a spoiled girl having a tantrum, there is no grounds for us to have a discussion about such a mature topic. Now, please apologize to the nurse for your outburst to her.”

“What?” Deirdre was more thrown back by her mom than upset at the suggestion she apologize to the young nurse.

Now Mom’s voice became hard. “Do I need to mention this to your stepfather?”

Deirdre involuntarily gulped at the memory of last night, shifting on her still-sore butt. Now was not the time to quibble over the semantics of whether he was her stepfather or not. “N-no. No, please. I’m sorry.” She turned to the nurse. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Nurse Yi,” Mom gently corrected.

“I’m sorry… Nurse Yi,” Deirdre responded automatically, before she could process the directive. The eighteen-year-old was blushing now, feeling embarrassed and nervous for reasons that weren’t fully emerging from her subconsciousness, and the exam hadn’t even started yet!

Nurse Yi smiled again. “Thank you, Deirdre! You should always listen to your parents. Especially your mother when your father is not here. Respect for them is the key to a loving family, isn’t that so?”

“I guess,” Deirdre mumbled.

Nurse Yi nodded. “I will be sure to correct your name in the clinic records. But for now, follow me, please. Let’s get you ready for your checkup. Your mother and stepfather already filled out the initial wellness form when they scheduled you for your appointment, so we do not need to waste our time with all of that boring writing.” She smiled widely again. “Isn’t that nice?”

Walking down the hallway, they passed a door marked “Elsa Room,” with a picture of the eponymous Disney character on it. The door was slightly ajar, and Deirdre caught a brief peek through it. The blonde girl from the waiting room was naked, laying down on an exam table with her knees secured in crutches. Sitting on a stool in between was a woman with dark hair, blocking the girl’s privates from view. Dierdre blushed, and turned her eyes forward, fixating on the firm butt of Nurse Yi before her.

The first stop was a bathroom. Next to the toilet was a tiny shelf with a plastic cup in it. “We just need a little donation from you, Deirdre.”

Even her regular doctor asked her to pee into a cup, but after a few moments, Nurse Yi didn’t leave the bathroom – and neither did mom. “Anything else?” Deirdre asked.

“We have to observe the flow to ensure that you don’t switch it out, sweetie,” Nurse Yi replied.

Deirdre just stared in shock, then down at her cheerleader uniform. Where exactly did they think she would be hiding some spare pee?

Mom cut in. “Honey, believe it or not, this isn’t out of the ordinary for a corporate drug test. And Pry is a corporate healthcare provider. I’m sure they have policies from their corporate origins that just apply to all patients because of that.”

Deirdre’s lip trembled – but the nurse and the mother did not move. Sighing, she walked over to the toilet, pulling her panties down.

After the mortifying “donation,” Nurse Yi escorted the Kelly girls to their final destination, an exam room labeled the Merida Room. A picture of the suitably red-haired Disney Princess adorned the door, with the quote “Be brave!” in bubble letters above her.

The Merida Room was more like Dr. Baker’s old ob-gyn room… but still not quite the same. It retained the juvenile aspect with various Merida images along the Celtic-motifed walls, and a stuffed bear and raven from the movie on the counter. But also on one wall was a trio of very photorealistic – maybe even real photos – of a naked blonde girl, one from the front, one from the side, and one from the rear. There were small texts with arrows pointing to various parts of her anatomy… just with childish names. “Pippy” pointed to her shaved vulva. “Boobies” pointed to her breasts.

Next to the trio of pictures was a life-sized image of a woman’s spread legs, again with texts going to the parts of her genitals, again with juvenile names. The clitoris was the “funny button,” while the vaginal entrance was the “hoo-ha.” The visible hymen was, of course, the “cherry.” The overall image was labelled “Our Developing Bodies.”

Deirdre suspected the exposed privates were the same girl from the photos.

More disturbing than the pictures were the fact the stretch of wall across from the exam table, and on the ceiling above it, were mirrored. Deirdre would be able to watch every bit of her upcoming examination, it seemed.

For now, at least, Nurse Yi was content to just take a small sample of blood from Dierdre’s arm, and leave the girl sitting on the exam table. “Dr. Feng will be with you shortly,” she assured the nervous teenager. And then, for a few moments, Deirdre and her mom were alone.

As the seconds went by, Deirdre finally spoke up. “Mom, I know this isn’t the time to ask-”

Deirdre was more correct then she knew, as that moment, the door opened and an older Asian woman walked in. From her hair and the white coat she was wearing, Deirdre recognized her as the doctor who had been examining the blonde girl in the Elsa Room. “Deirdre Tyson.” The woman’s Chinese accent was moderate, but her English pronunciation clear – and it was enough to make clear that she was stating Dierdre’s name, not asking it. “I am Dr. Mei Feng, your new pediatrician.”

The term once again set the already-uncertain Deirdre off her mental balance. “Pediatrician? No… I’m eighteen. I don’t need a pediatrician any more. And I already have a general practitioner, anyway.”

“For girls receiving care under the medical plan of a guardian, it is formal Pry policy for them to seen by attending pediatricians,” Dr. Feng explained, as Deirdre bristled both at being referred to as a ‘girl’ receiving ‘care.’ “It separates them from the employees who have their own benefits.”

Deirdre noticed that Mom bit her lip and looked down at the mention of employee benefits from their Pry plan. But what could she do? It seemed like Deirdre would no longer be seeing either Dr. Baker or her regular general practitioner. Dr. Feng would be now handling everything to do with her body and her well-being, it seemed.

That time had now come, it seemed. “Please undress now, Deirdre,” the doctor told the young patient, pointing to the chair. “Down to your undies. You may leave them on for you. Please fold your uniform when you remove it. I cannot stand messiness.”

Shoes were unlaced and placed under the chair, then with a deep breath, she lowered the zipper for the blue and white cheerleading uninform. In a few moments, she stood there in only her white socks, white bikini panties, and the blue bow tying her hair back into its Cheer Squad ponytail. Deirdre shivered, despite the warmth in the room, as Dr. Feng looked her over. Her gaze was… very intense. Like when some of the boys looked at Anna or Holly. Deirdre moved to put an arm across her chest, only to earn a rebuke from Dr. Feng.

“No covering up, Deirdre,” she admonished, in a tone that Deirdre sometimes used when babysitting one of the neighbors’ toddlers. The doctor pointed to two footprints on the floor before the exam table. “Stand there, please.”

Dr. Feng pulled out a small tape measure, using it to measure Deirdre’s waist, hips, and bust. Taking note of the latter measurement, the doctor commented, “I am sure you are not finished developing yet, Deirdre. It is very common for girls your age to mature elsewhere in their bodies first while their breasts continue to grow. Are you mocked by other girls in school? Other cheerleaders? Other boys?”

Deirdre had never considered herself small before – but now, she sure did. She raised both of her arms up across her chest now. “I… I’m not, I mean, I don’t think I’m… small?”

“Hands down, Deirdre, and you certainly are behind the typical breast development for girls your age,” Feng stated authoritatively. Deirdre lowered her hands again, and at that sign of obedience, earned a smile from the Asian woman. “Very good. And I mean that, Deirdre. Do not let anyone think you are not attractive because of your breasts. You are a very pretty girl.” She made another note on her clipboard. “I will be sure to speak with your mother and stepfather to schedule you for an appointment with our therapy branch. Talking about your bullying will help you learn to grow past it. I know the social pressures are strong on you to look like some Instagram influencer but it is too early for you to be considering breast implants, so do not even think of asking me to arrange a consultation for you.” Deirdre was even more shocked at that; the thought hadn’t even entered her mind… but it became lodged there now.

As with the rest of the last 24 hours, the pace continued too fast for Deirdre to adjust. Dr. Feng turned to her mother. “Candy,” she asked, surprising Deirdre with her informal usage of Mom’s nickname, “have you taught your daughter how to do a breast self-exam yet?”

“Dr. Baker did, when I first took Deirdre to her,” Mom replied, looking down at the floor.

Feng shook her head, saying something in Mandarin. “You Americans. So puritanical. Even while you stress how important family is. As a woman, who knows your breasts better than yourself? Where is tender, where is sensitive, what lumps are natural, what are abnormal, which reactions are typical? Your daughter inherits so much of the same anatomy. I tell you this as a doctor, Candy – you know more about how your daughter’s breasts feel than any woman on Earth. In most other countries, it is typical for mothers to teach their daughters how to examine their breasts.”

Deirdre wondered what Holly might say if asked about this – which Deirdre never would.

“Even I taught my niece Blythe how to examine herself, after her parents died and she came into my care.” Blythe didn’t sound like a very Chinese name to Deirdre, but maybe it was Anglicized, or perhaps she was only half-Chinese, like Anna’s half-European parentage. Feng was writing something down on her clipboard again. “It is a very natural way for a mother and daughter to bond, and it is not a good sign of your relationship that you have not done so. It severs the link in generations, the feminine mystique. When we talk to your husband about Deirdre’s bullying therapy sessions, Candy, I will suggest he sign both of you up for intimacy therapy as well. I feel there are some strong underlying issues between the two of you, especially with a new man in your lives.”

Deirdre didn’t like the sound of Donald being described as a new man in her life, but Candy – Mom – simply nodded. “Yes, Doctor Feng. Whatever you think is best for our well-being.”

Feng smiled again. “Good. It is settled then. Intimacy therapy for the Tyson girls. But that is in the future. Now, let’s see how well this Baker girl taught Deirdre. Deirdre, do your breast self-exam for me. Candy, just watch – for now.”

Deirdre raised her right arm, and, shivering slightly, ignoring her mom’s attention, reached over with her left hand to start feeling her breast in circles, ending with a gentle squeezing of the nipple, and then repeating it for her left breast.

After finishing, Dr. Feng shook her head. “Hmph. Adequate, for a beginning. You said you have been doing this for two years? You should be far advanced in your technique by now. You barely look at home in your body, examining yourself. As if you are disgusted by your breasts and their size. All the better to have them checked every month by someone else. I will inspect them now, and show you how to do it.”

The spectacle was repeated, and Deirdre couldn’t tell much difference – other than an initial light palpation, followed by a much harder pressing of the fingers, and a final pinch of the nipple that made Deirdre bite her lower lip the first time – and close her eyes in anticipation the second time.

“Good. Now, lie down on your back on the table, Deirdre. We need to get your breasts from this position as well.”

Deirdre did close her eyes this time, hiding from her reflection in the ceiling mirror and feeling very small as Dr. Feng and Mom loomed overhead as her breasts were squeezed and pulled by the strict woman. “Very good,” Feng said when she was finished. “No lumps. But Candy, remind your daughter – every month. It might be easiest to put it on the calendar for you both, so you can remind each other. Or be reminded by your husband.”

Hearing it was over, Deirdre opened her eyes, sitting up again – which let her see Feng wheeling over a cart with a metal tray on top. There were several instruments on its sterile surface. Dr. Baker had hidden the instruments from view during Deirdre’s earlier exams, in order to prevent just this sort of panic. Dr. Feng didn’t seem to have the same bedside manner, that was for sure.

Dr. Feng snapped a purple nitrile glove onto one hand, then pulled out a tongue depressor. This at least didn’t seem too bad. “Say ah, Deirdre,” came the stereotypical order.

“Ahhh,” Deirdre said obediently, sticking her tongue out as far as it would go, trained by years of doctor visits. Feng smiled at that, and then nearly gagged Deirdre with the depressor. Looking around, she took it out – and then shook her finger as Deirdre started to pull her tongue back in. “Not yet, Deirdre,” she said, picking up what looked like a long swab. She ran it over the girl’s tongue – then reached in with a gloved finger, pulling Dierdre’s cheek out to the side, running the swab against her cheek, then withdrawing her finger and swab alike.

“Just a little oral swab,” Feng explained to Mom as she capped the tip of the swab. “Sperm cells can live in the mouth for some time, and be a tell-tale sign of oral sex. In a day, we’ll be able to tell from the lab whether she’s had any little oral adventures in the last few days.” She turned back to Deirdre. “No boyfriends and no sex means no oral sex either, Deirdre! We stay off our knees when we keep our legs closed!”

Deirdre was aghast at that. “I don’t, I’ve never, I… I….” She turned to mom, only later realizing how ridiculous she must have looked, a naked eighteen-year-old girl in childish white panties beginning her mom to be taken seriously. “I’m a good girl! I don’t do that!”

Mom was comforting and sympathetic now, reaching over and running her hand over Deirdre’s cheek. “I know you don’t, sweetie. I promise. We just need to make sure you know to stay good. You’re my little girl, sweetie… You’re a good girl.”

The warmth in her mom’s voice and gaze brought Deirdre back to an earlier time, when she had been younger and sought that sort of affection and affirmation out. For a moment, it chased away all the dark memories of the previous day – but only until Dr. Feng spoke the fated words.

“All right, Deirdre. Stand up and let’s get those panties off of you. Time to take a look at what you have. With the boys staying away, your mother and I will be the only ones looking at your privates for a long time yet!”

For a second, emboldened by her mother’s warmth and the memory of the pre-Donald, pre-Artemis days, Deirdre almost wanted to shout at Dr. Feng like she had to Donald the night before. But reality intruded. She was sitting on an exam table, naked, in front of a doctor, in the middle of a hospital. Ever since childhood, Deirdre had been taught that exam tables were a place where you obeyed – no matter how naked or embarrassed you were, no matter how much it hurt or made you squirm, the doctor had the license to order it, especially when you were sitting on that crinkly paper.

The weight of that history fell upon Deirdre’s subconscious – and the fear of what awaited her at home when Mom told Donald. And Deirdre knew that Mom would. Dr. Feng was right; the intimacy of the two women evoked by Mom’s warmth was gone. Mom’s loyalty was to Donald. Deirdre had no allies here.

Feeling very small, Deirdre hopped off the table, bending over to pull her panties down.

“You can hand them to me,” Dr. Feng said helpfully, holding her gloved hand out. Deirdre looked down at her own hand, the cotton balled into her fist. They were her panties, the most intimate part of her wardrobe… but already, she had learned to recognize when Dr. Feng was issuing an order under the guise of a request. Silently, she handed the panties over, the hand immediately going over her crotch, to shield it from view, her other hand across her chest to shield her tiny buds. In the wall mirror, Deirdre looked very small – and not just physically.

As Deirdre stood there, Dr. Feng unfolded the panties – and then, adding humiliation on top of humiliation, turned them inside out to inspect the gusset. Taking her gloved finger, she ran it over the gusset, then held it up to the light, examining it. “No visible staining or discharge,” she noted to herself, then put the panties down the tray, swabbing their crotch. “Very good!” Feng said approvingly, leaving the panties on the tray as she turned to Mom. “I am recommending you examine the interior of Deirdre’s underpants every day. Just a simple visual check as I performed, to make sure there is no staining present – it can be a sign of not only semen or bad hygienic practices, but excessive masturbation in Deirdre.”

Deirdre was mortified at the doctor’s words, and further humiliated at Mom’s meek “Yes, Doctor.”

Feng then turned back to look Deirdre straight into the eyes. “Please get on top of the exam table on your back, dear.” As Deirdre turned around, she heard the doctor laugh slightly – and then froze as she felt a finger, an ungloved finger, trail feather-lightly across her sore bottom. “Candy, do give my approval to your husband as a doctor. It’s good for a man of the house to know how to keep a teenager in line. There’s nothing wrong with tradition. I had the same problem when Blythe first came to live with me, but she is very well behaved now.”

Deirdre felt deep inside herself somehow that being spanked by Dr. Feng would be far worse than spanked by Donald.

Then Deirdre had more immediate concerns – she was on her back on the table, scooting back, as Dr. Feng lifted her knees and secured them with Velcro straps into the knee crutches. Deirdre was hyperventilating now, and Mom took one of her hands in her own.

In the mirrors, Deirdre watched Dr. Feng reached over to the instrument tray and pick up a small camera, taking a quick picture between Deirdre’s legs. “Just for our records to monitor your progress,” she said in a calming, reassuring tone. “All anonymous, don’t worry.” Then the camera was down, and Deirdre was so thankful she didn’t even have time to contemplate Dr. Feng’s word choice. Dr. Feng reached down, spreading her labia – one of her hands is still ungloved! – and nodded to herself. “Candy, you can tell your husband that Deirdre’s hymen is still very much intact.”

Deirdre was blushing deeply again, and Mom’s hand squeezed her own tight. “I’m glad to hear that, Doctor,” Mom replied.

Dr. Feng was back at the instrument tray, picking up a cylindrical device that made Deirdre gasp. Dr. Feng shook her head. “Don’t worry, Deirdre. This isn’t what you think. It’s not going inside you. It’s a device my brother and I patented back at the Feng Institute in China. It is a device that measures your hymen’s thickness and toughness without needing to penetrate your introitus. It is based on the device that ophthalmologists use to measure the pressure of your eyeball from the outside. Non-invasive.”

Deirdre hadn’t heard of such a device before, but that would make sense if it was from China. She felt herself relax slightly. As much as she could in her position. Dr. Feng positioned the device up against Deirdre’s opening; it barely felt like anything, before it beeped and Dr. Feng withdrew it. Looking at the readout, she shook her head, muttering again in China.

“Deirdre, your father is a very wise man, wanting to keep you untouched,” she said, her voice grave. “Your hymen appears to be very tough, more so than the typical woman’s. And that means that losing your virginity will be more painful than it is for most women. It could even cause a severe infection if your hymen is torn by a careless boy with no knowledge of what he’s doing. It is your benefit to keep boys out of there – and toys, and fingers!” Dr. Feng warned. She turned to Mom. “As I recall from your initial sexual history consultation, it was very painful for you when you lost your virginity, was it not?”

Finally, it was Mom’s turn to blush hair-red, as she dropped Deirdre’s hand. “It…” she trailed off, then just nodded.

“And you wished you had waited for an older, more experienced first partner to lose your virginity to, correct?” Dr. Feng was living up to the medical service’s name. Mom again just nodded, and Feng smiled as she turned back to Deirdre. “There you have it, young lady. Take it from your mother. It is for your safety as well as your pleasure to wait for an older man, not waste your gift on a pimply boy who doesn’t know anything.”

Deirdre would enter a convent for life then and there if it meant she would never have to be spread before Dr. Feng again. But of course, even this visit was not over – nor had it reached the peak of humiliation. Feng’s hands were both back on her now – but on her cheeks, spreading them to expose her anus. “Looks quite tight and undilated,” Feng noted. She placed the pad of her gloved finger on her rosebud. “Bear down now.”

In a panic, Deirdre did – but Dr. Feng only gently pressed against her opening, before pulling her finger away. “Excellent musculature!” she congratulated Deirdre. “You should be proud! But again, it is my opinion that with an anus as tight and well-muscled as your own, you will likely experience severe tearing and bleeding from unprepared anal sex. You must prepare for it over the long term, and again, I would advise seeking an experienced lover to initiate you into this type of lovemaking. You wouldn’t want to have to come explain a case of rectal bleeding to me, now, would you?”

“Absolutely not,” Deirdre blurted out, truthfully if bluntly. Who did this woman think she was? Who would her mom think she was after hearing the doctor talk about her sensitive, sealed up body?

Thankfully, Feng ignored the tone of the outburst, smiling. “Very good. Now, a few more samples, and we are almost done.” Her labia, urethra, hymenal opening, and anus all received similar swabs, and were sealed away. Deirdre assumed the exam was over then – but again, she was wrong.

Feng’s hands were rifling through her sparse, but bright-red pubic hair now. “No sign of nits or lice. Very good. But thankfully, no need to perform this check again. We will be shearing this right off, here and now. It’s more hygienic for developing girls to have no pubic hair. I will shave you now, but you are expected to remain shaved at home and you will be appraised on it at every visit starting next month.”

At this point, Deirdre would be willing to shave her head just to get out of here.

The shaving went much quicker and easier than she assumed it would – Dr. Feng seemed to be well experienced in shaving a woman’s pubes off. Deirdre had to admit the woman did neat work – she hadn’t been nicked once, and the end result, visible through the mirror, looked completely smooth, as smooth as the waxed pussy she had seen on Anna and some of her sycophants in the high school locker room. Dierdre’s eyes shifted down slightly from her mons, to what was below – a pink, slightly-gaping slit, spread by the tension of the stirrups she was still bound to.

“That’s much better,” Dr. Feng said, patting Deirdre’s mons gently with her ungloved hand. It was a fond patting… like a pet might have received. “In a few months, we might discuss allowing you to grow a small strip of hair, but for now, I want you to remain shaved. And now that that little foliage has fallen, one last thing to see….”

From Deirdre’s mound, Dr. Feng’s hand moved slightly down. Her thumb tickled the hood of Deirdre’s clit, and then pulled the hood back. Feng leaned in, her face mere inches away from Deirdre’s privates, her breath warm on her now very-sensitive shaved mound. Confusing sensations swirled through Deirdre’s head – and elsewhere. Before they could build too far, Feng leaned back, her hand leaving Deirdre. “I did not see any abrasions on the clitoris from over-stimulation. That is good. Deirdre, before I let you go, I want you to tell me – how do you masturbate?”

Not do you, but how do you. Deirdre just couldn’t answer that question. After a moment of awkwardness, Feng’s gaze turned to Mom. “Candy? Can you answer for me, as your daughter seems to be frozen?”

Mom was silent too, and then in a tiny voice, replied, “She often takes very long showers, Doctor.”

“Mom!” Deirdre explained, but she was so shocked it came out almost silently, like a gasp. Mom was looking at the floor now, ashamed at her ultimate betrayal of her daughter – twice, really, the first being the acknowledgement of her domestic spying.

Feng nodded curtly. “I see. Warm showers aimed at the clitoris and labia can feel nice, Deirdre. But it can sometimes not be sanitary. Water with soap or dirt particles can be trapped in your vagina or anus, or even under the hood of the clitoris. You wouldn’t want to get an infection or an irritation from your masturbation habits, would you?”

Feng stood up, releasing Deirdre’s knees from the crutches, laying them down on the table, but remained standing in between Deirdre’s legs. The doctor’s own well-dressed crotch was only a few centimeters from Deirdre’s naked crotch, and from her standing position, she loomed before the prone Deirdre like a giant. “For now, I am prescribing you to abstain from masturbating for the next month, so I can have a baseline measurement of your hormonal output next checkup and can better test your vagina’s natural state without the irritation of your little bathtime habits. At that time, we will discuss safe and appropriate masturbation plans for you. This is also why I will not prescribe any birth control to you. It is much better to just keep your legs closed than interfere in your biology at such a delicate, developmentally vital time for you.”

Feng walked away from the table then, giving Deirdre the space to sit up, as she stripped off her exam glove and dropped it in the trash. “I would also like you to keep a record of your menstruation dates for next month so I can start tracking your cycle. Only pads, young lady! No tampons that might damage your hymen or cause vaginal infections.” Opening a drawer, she took out what looked like several pamphlets and a small package, and handed them to Mom. “A few things for you and your husband to read, and several emergency semen swabs. If you worry that Deirdre has not been faithful, you can do a preliminary test. They will turn blue in the presence of semen.”

“Can I have my underwear back, please?” Deirdre asked in a very timid voice. Her inside-out pair were still on the doctor’s instrument tray.

Feng smiled. “Of course, sweetie. Silly me. Let me get them for you.” Picking them up, she turned them right side out again – and then knelt down, holding them out. “Come on, sweetie. Step on in.” Deirdre was too emotionally overwhelmed to object – even as it placed the doctor’s face almost right up against her pussy again. Her breath was as warm and moist as before, as she slid the panties up Deirdre’s toned legs.

As Deirdre scrambled to finish dressing, Dr. Feng smiled at Mom. “Check with Amy at reception on your way out to schedule Deirdre’s next checkup. I will be in touch with your husband about therapy options for you and Deirdre. We might have to start arranging your monthly exams together to save you both time – it seems like I’ll be seeing the Tyson girls three times a month, soon!”

Then she was gone, and Deirdre could hear her and Nurse Yi talking in Mandarin in the hallway as they walked to another exam room. In a moment, Deirdre and Mom were both out of the Merida Room as well, back towards reception. Dr. Feng’s indistinct voice, and a buzzing noise, could be heard coming from the closed door of the Belle Room. Deirdre looked down at the two pamphlets that Feng had given Mom.

TALKING TO MY DAUGHTER ABOUT MASTURBATION

BREAST EXAMS: A NATURAL BONDING TIME

At the receptionist desk, Deirdre listened without much joy as Mom confirmed with Amy that Deirdre would be back for her visit on the fourth of next month. Amy nodded, and then looked at something on her screen. “Oh, good news, Mrs. Tyson – your STD tests came back all clear! You can pick the official results up at the office tomorrow.”

Now it was Mom’s turn to be completely mortified, giving a tiny nod to Amy that might as well be a muscle spasm. And finally, Deirdre and Mom were gone from the Pry Clinic.

The drive back home was awkward beyond belief. Mom dropped her off, having to go pick up Kevin from his own after-school activities. Having only one car between the three of them – Donald, of course, had his own car that no one else could touch – was usually a drag, but now Deirdre was happy. It at least gave her a few minutes of alone time in the house.

Deirdre ran up the stairs, slamming the door to her bedroom shut behind her and collapsing on the bed, crying. Taylor Swift watched her from the poster on her door. Deirdre wasn’t even sure why everything had been so humiliating today. Dr. Baker’s exams had been far more invasive… on a purely physical level. Dr. Feng had barely touched her, after all. But she had made Deirdre feel just so, so… small. Tiny. Humiliated. Little. Dirty.

Deirdre was tempted to smoke one of her three joints she had hidden for stressful moments like these, but she was too exhausted to root through her underwear drawer for one. Seeing so many pairs of panties and imagining her mom checking them for… for… no, Deirdre just couldn’t do that now.

Just a few more months, she told herself. Then I’ll be gone, out from under this room and away from… HIM. The thought was comforting to Deirdre. She would be getting a cheerleading scholarship, she was almost sure of it. And as soon as State University had formally confirmed it, she could head out. She just had to make it until then, a few more months of humiliation, and then she would be an adult in fact as well as in legality. Adult and independent. Just a few more months and then free. I can do this. I can!

The next day after school, there was a new intimate shaving kit on the counter of the bathroom Deirdre shared with Kevin – and a small basket on the ground with a note attached saying “For Deirdre’s undies.”

The letters were in Donald’s handwriting.