From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Lindsey	1 of 3   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
     Lindsey sat quietly in the waiting room as she listened for her name to be   
   called.  Being eleven years old, she had convinced her mom that she was old   
   enough to go to the doctor alone now.  Hoping she appeared grown-up and   
   ladylike, Lindsey tried to read an Elle magazine as she waited, resisting   
   the urge to pick up the Highlights.   
      
       She was a little nervous about going to see the doctor.  Lindsey was   
   reaching puberty and their were changes happening inside her body.  One of   
   the more significant was that she had started to grow hair between her legs   
   and her inner labia had become rather dry and inflamed in the past few   
   weeks.  This was why she had come to the doctor, in hopes that something   
   could be prescribed to reduce the dryness in her privates.   
      
       "Lindsey Morgan?" a nurse asked the room.  Lindsey put the magazine   
   aside and got up.  The nurse smile at her warmly.  Lindsey patiently   
   followed the nurse's instructions as her height and weight were recorded.   
   Next she was led into a small examining room where her temperature, pulse,   
   and blood pressure were taken.  During all this, the nurse kept up a   
   flowing pitter-patter of breezy conversation.   
      
       "So honey, how old are you?" the nurse asked.  Strapping the blood   
   pressure armband around her bicep.   
      
       "Eleven."   
      
       "I see," she said, writing something down.  "How's school going?"   
      
       "Good," Lindsey answered.  "I'm the top student in my grade," she added   
   with pride.   
      
       The nurse smiled brightly at her.  "Well, congratulations!" She returned   
   to her clipboard to write something down and then took out her watch to   
   measure Lindsey's pulse.  "Play any sports?"   
      
       "Yes.  Soccer and gymnastics."   
      
       "Well, how about that!"   
      
       Bored already, Lindsey glanced around the examining room as the nurse   
   talked.  Her eyes perused the wooden tongue depressors and gauze cotton   
   squares arranged in neat jars on the shelf.  A small sink and mirror with   
   soap looked normal enough except for the metal box labeled "Medical Waste   
   Disposal" next to the mirror.  The exam table was normal enough also,   
   except this one had metal stirrups protruding from one end.   
      
       The nurse was now taking her temperature while she continued the breezy   
   conversation.  Lindsey answered automatically without listening to the   
   questions.  That is, until the nurse reached the more personal ones.   
      
      
      
       "Now let's see," the nurse said, reading her chart.  "You're here   
   because of... dry and irritated labia."   
      
       Lindsey blushed.  "Um, yes," she replied shyly.   
      
       "All right," the nurse said, making a series of checkmarks on her   
   clipboard.  "Have you begun menstruating?"   
      
       "Um, no.  Not yet." Lindsey said.   
      
       "Are you sexually active?"   
      
       Lindsey flushed a brighter shade of red.  "No."   
      
       "All right," the nurse said, jotting down notes.  "Do you masturbate?"   
      
       "Ummm..." Lindsey hesitated, her ears burning now.  The nurse looked up   
   at her and smiled reassuringly.   
      
       "I'm sorry to be asking such personal questions," she said   
   apologetically.  "But masturbation might be linked to your dryness and   
   inflammation."   
      
       "Oh, okay," the eleven year old said.  Stumbling on, she answered, "Um,   
   well, I guess I... do that... um, a couple times a week..."   
      
       "Would you say you masturbate daily?" the nurse asked, not looking up   
   from the clipboard.   
      
       Wishing she were elsewhere, Lindsey blushed furiously again, "Oh no.   
   No. Maybe, um, twice a week?"   
      
       "Sure," the nurse answered casually, as if they were discussing how   
   often Lindsey ate ice cream.  The young girl bit her lip.  The truth was,   
   she masturbated almost daily.  She had discovered the pleasure of touching   
   herself when she was quite young and had been masturbating for as long as   
   she could remember.   
      
       "When you masturbate," the nurse said, "does your vagina produce   
   lubrication?"   
      
       "Oh, um... yes," Lindsey answered, wondering how long this questioning   
   would go on.  To her relief, the nurse put down her pencil and smiled   
   again.   
      
       "Okay, Lindsey, I just need you to take off all your clothes and put on   
   this hospital gown.  Dr Sanders will be in shortly, okay?"   
      
       "Okay," Lindsey said, taking the blue paper gown that the nurse handed   
   her.  The nurse smiled again and left the room, closing the door behind   
   her. Alone now in the chilly, air-conditioned room, Lindsey shivered and   
   checked the blinds to make sure they were properly closed.   
      
       Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and folded them neatly into a   
   pile. She unfolded the paper gown next and took a moment figuring it out.   
   After tying the cords in a tidy bow around her neck, Lindsey sat down and   
   waited for Dr Sanders.   
      
       Nervously, she wondered how thorough of an examination it would be.   
   Would she have to spread her legs to reveal herself to the doctor?  Eyeing   
   the metal stirrups, her heart sank as she realized what the answer probably   
   was.  She had been to a pediatrician before but this was the first time she   
   would be with a real doctor.  With a start, Lindsey realized she didn't   
   even know if Dr Sanders was a man or a woman.   
      
       There was knock on the door.  Before she could answer, it cracked open   
   and a male voice said, "Hello, can I come in?"   
      
       "Yes," Lindsey croaked.  Dr Sanders was indeed a man.  She watched as he   
   gracefully slipped through the door.  He had short curly brown hair and   
   glasses.   
      
       "Hello!" Dr Sanders said, looking at his clipboard.  "You're Lindsey   
   Morgan, right?"   
      
       "Yes," she replied shyly.   
      
       "How are you today, Lindsey?"   
      
       "Fine, thank you."   
      
       The doctor sat down next to her and began flipping through her file.   
   "Well let's see, you're here because of... dry and inflamed labia." Lindsey   
   cringed as he said it.  "Let's get started, shall we?  Why don't you hop   
   onto the exam table and have a seat?"   
      
       Dr Sanders watched the eleven year old girl stood up and approached the   
   exam table.  He smiled as she tried to keep her front to him since the back   
   of the hospital gown was open.  Dr Sanders loved his job.  He was a   
   pedophile and had worked hard to become a pediatrician.  He had expanded   
   his degree to include all young women and he had a dream job now.   
      
       He watched with great interest as the young girl got onto the exam   
   table. She was a beautiful girl with blond hair that perfectly framed her   
   unblemished skin.  Her hair wasn't long, it was neatly cropped to below her   
   ears, but it indicated she was something of a tomboy.   
      
       Dr Sanders pulled out a small mallet.  "I'm going to test your reflexes,   
   okay?  You just sit there and relax now..." Squatting down so he was   
   eye-level with her knees, Dr Sanders lifted up the hospital gown, revealing   
   her slender legs and knobby knees.  He used one hand to hold the gown out   
      
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