I awoke with the same strange feelings I'd had so many times before. My head spinning, my vagina wet and slightly sore, that strange yet pleasant salty taste in my mouth...no that's not quite right, strange and delicious would be closer to the truth.
Licking my lips I sat up feeling slightly dazed as the familiar sight of the doctor's room swam into focus. There he was, as he always was, sat behind his desk writing notes and seemingly ignoring me.
"Well done Sarah, your treatment is progressing well." Doctor Percival looked at me over his thick lensed glasses and smiled, "Do you feel well enough to go home now?"
I nodded still blinking slightly, those glasses made his eyes look so large and strange.
"Still feeling slightly disoriented I see, that is quite normal. Take a few moments and leave when you feel you are ready my dear."
I smiled wanly at the doctor as he returned his attention to the papers on his desk in front of him, his wrinkled old hand gripping his pen firmly and writing with quick scratchy strokes. Examining his heavy jowled face, I noticed it was quite wet with sweat and a few beads ran down his forehead which he quickly wiped away with a large white handkerchief. How odd, the room was neither warm nor cold but just right and certainly not warm enough to make anyone sweat, not even a fat old man like Doctor Percival.
He looked at me again and smiled, but this time his smile was slightly more forced. "Come now my girl, I have other appointments and you must be getting home."
The old man stood and walked across the room towards me, my gaze still fixed at the same height, now came to rest on his enormous belly. He looked like he was pregnant and for some reason this struck me as hysterically funny. I stifled my laugh and looked down as he came closer.
Helping me up he ushered me towards the office door, "I will see you at the same time next Friday Sarah, goodbye until then."
And with that the door was closed and I was on my way home.
***
"How was it today my dear?" My mother sat as pale and stern and seemingly disinterested as she ever did, looking at me only briefly before continuing to read her book. "Does the doctor say that you are making progress?"
"Yes mother, he told me that my treatment is progressing well...although..."
"Although what?" she looked at me sharply.
"Well, I don't know what it is I'm being treated for or..."
"We've been through this before Sarah," my mother snapped. "You must trust the judgement of both Doctor Percival and myself. You are in the most capable hands and must trust your doctor entirely. Is that quite clear?"
I nodded, "Yes mother."
"Good girl," she acknowledged once more returning to her book. "Dinner won't be for another hour so go to your room and amuse yourself for a while, practice with your new toy."
My mother looked at me briefly and gave me a cold smile, I blushed slightly and turned away feeling her eyes on me as I left the room. I climbed the stairs, squeezing past the huge frame of Doris our maid, and looked at the portrait of my dead father and gave him a smile. How I wished I could sit on his knee again and talk to him.