Think, what would it be like if you could start over, if you were once again innocent, untouched, totally naΓ―ve about sex; What if time were turned back, if everything was different...
Dawn is breaking on the island, the light of a new day begins filtering into your room, your just starting to stir, you think you hear something in the distance, someone calling your name, finally, fitfully, your eyes begin to open, slowly, another day is starting, suddenly you find yourself fully awake. Your hear it again, your name, your mother, calling to you, are you up yet, you must get ready, showered, dressed, we need to leave soon. Out of bed, into the shower, your body alive, anticipation, apprehension, your thoughts are scattered, today's the day, running your hands over your body, getting yourself clean, you again notice your nipples, standing firm, hard, they ache, just washing increases the tingle, what's wrong you wonder, your front slit, this strange moisture lately, not urine, just moist, a peculiar tingle, or itch, or something you can't explain, doing your best to ignore the sensations, you quickly finish your shower. Watching, waiting, you see her, your mom, standing at the open door, holding your towel, waiting for you to get out.
Having been sheltered from the outside world, your parents, your teachers, the entire village, all sworn to secrecy, all careful to keep information about sex, about boys, foreign not only to you, but to all girls. Sure, you were told to expect your menses, that you would bleed, that this happened to everyone, but why, it's cause, the reason you had to bleed each month, that was never explained. Whenever you ask, the answer was always the same, it happens to everyone, as you get older, as your body begins to fill out, it just happens, when your older, when your of age, you'll learn more, until then, keep yourself clean, don't play with your slit, it's not allowed.
But lately, the last few days, it's been difficult, the feelings, an itch - no, a tingle - sort of, you can't explain it, you've ask your mom, but all she tells you is to ignore it as best you can, that this happens sometimes, she reminds you sternly, you must not touch, it's not allowed. You've been raised to believe touching yourself, even in private, even if no one were to ever find out, would leave you ruined, cause problems, make you somehow less of a person, less female, unnatural. Trying to behave, to listen, to ignore the feelings, it's getting harder, you want, no, you need something. Not understanding what's happening, asking your mother more questions, she tells you she's setup an appointment with the doctor, to see what's wrong, what's happening with you.
Now, getting ready to leave, to find out what's going on, why you keep getting these strange feelings, you wonder what will happen, will it hurt, will there be problems, are you sick. Smiling at you, telling you everything will be fine, your mom tries to reassure you, says you should not worry, tells you the doctor is smart, will know what's happening, it will be OK. Having just turned eighteen, you've learned over the years that most of the time, actually, almost always, your mom is right. Handing you a glass, your told to drink, it's from the doctor, looking somewhat like orange juice, but somehow pearly, you do as your told, it's strange, sweet, bitter, your not quite sure.
Time to go, your mom's waiting, telling you we need to get moving to be there on time. In the car, you begin to ask questions, what will happen, what tests will be performed, smiling, she takes your hand, tells you to relax, not to worry. But mom, it's starting again, that tingle, a warm feeling, I can't explain, I feel, this is embarrassing, if feel wet. Shifting in your seat, almost feeling itchy, like, well you're not sure what it's like, stronger than before, the feeling, much stronger than you've ever known. Again, telling you to relax, your mother says your just nervous, tells you to not to hold your breath, that it's best to breath slow and deep, it will help. As you arrive, you're afraid to move, the tingle, the sensations, pleasant, scary, something more, like... almost like something welling up inside you, an emotion, a no, a feeling, again no, it's almost like you can taste the desperation, eyes wide, you want to... grip something, you begin to tense. Somewhat flushed, your almost panting, hand on your shoulder, again reminding you how to breathe, telling you it's important, you must relax, we just need to get you inside, the doctor will understand, can help, will know what to do.
Seeing your face as you enter the office, the secretary immediately knows what's up, quickly she tells you to come on back, leads down several halls to a back office. Ushering you in, she tells you to quickly remove your clothes, the doctor will be in momentarily and will need to check you as soon as possible. Helping you with the clothing, so embarrassed so excited, you're ready to cry, to scream, to faint, you're not sure, you've never felt this before, not like this, heart pounding, fully flushed, once again you must be reminded not to hold your breath, you must take slow deep breaths. Pulling out a step, your helped onto the table, told to lay back, you hear her telling you to take it easy, it will be ok, you'll be fine.
Moving to the foot of the table, the nurse pulls something out, strange, steel hoops, taking your ankle, she places your heel into the opening, first one foot, your mom takes your hand, tells you it's ok, now the other foot, straps, around your ankle, eyes getting wider, beginning to water, again your mom continues to reassure you, tells you it's ok. What's happening, you ask, kissing your forehead, again your told to take it easy. Now taking your hands, guiding your arms back, above your head, the nurse, your mother, they begin securing your wrists. Why, what are you doing, please mom, I don't need to be tied down, this isn't right, tears now blurring your vision, getting scared, your pleading for an answer, asking why, don't understand.