So I woke up the other day with a VERY VIVID memory of a wild crazy dream that I had. Not only that, but the girl in the dream was spotted, or at least a facsimile of her, was spotted in the grocery store today!
I recall from my dream the following:
I had been called over by a friend who proceeded to quickly ask me what my plans were for the following day. Not able to think of anything important I asked why she wanted to know. She asked if I would do her a huge favor and chaperon her daughter to her college physical exam. She proceeded to tell me that either her husband or herself goes to all medical appointments with their kids. So having me there, with my medical background, and being such a close family friend, would be not much different. Plus it was just a quick easy check up the mother was sure the doctor would have many to go through and want to rush the kids in one door and out the other. Being the nice guy I am I agreed to give my time to help them out and take her daughter to the doctor's office. I was quickly told that it was more than just a ride to the doctor's office. The mother wanted to know, from me, what the doctor says about her check up. She gave me her daughter's shot record history and recent medical history file to take with me. Being a healthy American girl, this check up should take no more than ten minutes.
Fast forward to the actual exam. The daughter tried her best to exclude me form going back with her when the nurse called her name. I quickly reminded her that if I did not return with a full report that her parents would probably make her do the check up again anyway. She gave that typical teenage sigh and stepped int the exam room. It was then that we learned the doctor would do a full head to toe examination and she was allowed to keep her sun dress on instead of putting on a gown. The doctor came in and asked her to remove her underwear while going over her recent medical history. I sat in the corner more listening than looking as I wanted to give the poor girl her right to remain modest with a non parent in the room. Plus I wasn't told I had to look, just report what the doctor said about her findings.
Once she was asked to slip down to the edge of the table and spread her legs apart, I really wanted to look, but held off. The doctor quickly went into a bit of alarm and I could tell she didn't like what she found. While palpating her vagina the doctor found a bump on the inside wall that concerned her. The doctor asked if she had ever been asked about it before. The poor girl said she had no idea what the doctor was talking about. The doctor told her to make sure her mom knew about this finding and asked if her mother had the same bump in the same spot. The daughter asked the doctor, rightfully so, how she was suppose to know that information. I informed the doctor I would ask the mother when I gave my detailed report.
The doctor told me I could do one better than that. She had me wash my hands and put on a surgical glove. She then instructed me how I would insert my two fingers and twist them up and feel the bump she found inside the daughter's vagina. I slipped my fingers in and felt around. The doctor spoke about what she thought it could be and what they may want to do about it. The doctor then tells me to also examine the mother and see if she does in fact have the same type of bump in her vagina. I agreed to this and we went home.
Later that night I returned to their home to give my report and to inspect the mother. The mother did not even question it. It laid down on the coffee table and lifted her skirt. I stuck my two fingers into her and felt around. Mom said she never heard of such a thing and wanted to know if she should also go in to see the doctor. I told her I was not entirely sure, but I did feel a bump but it did not seem like it was in the same exact area. Mom calls her daughter over to the living room and has her remove her tight jeans, with no underwear on, and lay don next to her. I then was told to use my other hand and compare the two bumps for size and location.
My dream ended with me on my knees, in the living room, between two very pretty women with two fingers of each hand inside them, twisting and gauging the differences. And me thinking to myself, things will be alright.
That was my dream. The daughter had flat straight brunette hair about shoulder length and she was pretty nicely developed and nice looking. Today while in the grocery store I saw a similar girl, a little older, but the same straight hair and facial features, wear skin tight jeans.