A Beautiful Girl's Medical Visit

Chapter 1
This happened when I was in my first year of middle school. In terms of sex, middle school students back then were practically ignorant compared to those today.
I was 150 cm tall and weighed 40 kg, a very average build.
Although I had
just started menstruating, I hadn't grown any pubic hair on my lower abdomen; it was a completely bald pubic area. It was my
first summer vacation after starting middle school. Having always lived in the countryside, it was the first time in my life I'd visited my aunt's house in the city alone. My aunt's house was located in an apartment complex where all the buildings looked very similar.
Because my aunt and uncle had no children, they doted on me. Although they both worked, my aunt took the first two days off to show me around the neighborhood, but taking too much time off wasn't good, so she went back to work on the third day.
Since it was the third day, I was already somewhat familiar with this unfamiliar place, so I went to a nearby shop to buy ice cream. On my way home, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach, so I covered my face with my hands and sat down on a bench by the roadside to rest and see if it would feel better.
Just then, a man rode by on a bicycle. He looked to be in his thirties.
He seemed very worried about me and stopped to talk to me.
"Stomach ache? I'm a doctor at the nearby hospital. Can I take a look and treat you?
I just finished my night shift and am heading home." As he spoke, he took my wrist and started taking my pulse, saying, "Hmm... oh, this seems a bit troublesome! I have medication and diagnostic equipment at home, so it would be better if we went to my house. I can thoroughly diagnose the cause and treat it properly, so you won't have to worry, right?" After saying that, he helped me sit on the back of his bicycle and then rode off with me.
After a few pedal strokes, he took the opportunity to ask me something, and I gave him my aunt's address. Having grown up in the countryside, I was used to the kindness of neighbors who would help me when I was in trouble, so I had no doubts about him.
As a country kid, I trusted a man's words implicitly, especially since he was a doctor.
As I rode my bicycle along, I could barely distinguish the roads because the scenery was so similar. The man's house and my aunt's house were the same—two-story buildings. When I entered the house, the man's wife wasn't home.
"She's probably gone shopping! I think she'll be back soon. I'll treat you before she gets back! First, take this medicine!" the man said, handing me a glass of warm water and some medicine.
I drank the medicine.
"I'll give you a thorough examination now, don't worry." After saying that, the man took out a black briefcase and opened it.
I saw what looked like syringes and other things I had never seen before. Seeing these things, I completely believed that the man before me was indeed a doctor.
I was now sitting in a chair in the kitchen. He held my wrist, glancing at his watch while taking my pulse.
"Hmm, does it hurt over there?"
I thought it was okay since he was a doctor, so I answered honestly.
"It's your period~ There's nothing to be ashamed of. To be honest, dozens of middle school students like you come to the hospital every day. No one is ashamed of something this important; everyone tells the doctor openly." Incredibly, my shame vanished completely after the doctor said that. "I
see. Is it because you got your period two days ago? Then I think you must have accidentally gotten some bacteria around that time!" The doctor said this without any surprise, very naturally.
"Then let's start the treatment now."
After saying that, we went to the next room.
"Please wait here for a moment. Because of the tatami mats, the floor is cold and hard, so it's not comfortable to lie down." Then the doctor took out a quilt from the closet and spread it on the tatami mats. In the countryside at that time, doctors sometimes conducted medical consultations on quilts, so I didn't find anything strange about it.
I lay face down in the center of the quilt.
Just like a doctor examining me, the man gently patted my shoulders and waist. "
Okay, now turn over."
As a country child, I immediately did as he said.
At first, he patted my chest and abdomen around my clothes, like a caress, and then said, "Hmm~ now take off your clothes. If things get bad, I'll have to take you to the hospital where I work." After saying that, the man unbuttoned my shirt, which I was lying on, and then pulled it off from my wrists.
I was left with only a thin shirt on my upper body, but I wasn't wearing a bra at the time.
As is customary in medical settings, the man reached down to my knees, grabbed the bottom of the shirt, and rolled it up. Then he took the shirt off.
My developing breasts were already starting to swell at that time, but the height was only enough to be completely covered by the palm of one hand.
In Chapter Two,
with my upper body completely naked, I felt extremely ashamed, so I covered my eyes with my hands. I was truly embarrassed to be seen by anyone.
Now, the man was touching my breasts and pressing down on my chest.
"Does it hurt here? What about this area?" The man's hand slowly moved down. Then, around my navel, he pressed and pinched several times, asking me if it hurt.
Then…
"Take this off too!" After saying that, the man immediately grabbed my pure white panties around my waist and pulled them down.
"Eh~ What!! Even my panties have to be taken off… Does that mean…" I was instantly filled with surprise and embarrassment.
Although I considered him a doctor, the thought of having my panties removed in front of him still made me incredibly ashamed. But I still didn't say "no." Because it was the doctor's order, there would definitely be bad consequences if I didn't take off my underwear for the examination. So I gave up and didn't resist.
Seeing that I didn't react, the doctor quickly pulled my underwear down, slowly pulling it down to my ankles, and my lower abdomen was gradually exposed.
"Ah!! There...my there...my whole body is naked...everything is seen..." Without the cover of my underwear, my pubic petals, which hadn't grown any pubic hair, were slowly revealed bit by bit.
The underwear was pulled down to my ankles and then pulled off from my ankles.
The man's face was expressionless, as if taking off my underwear was a very natural thing. That was the atmosphere at the time. Because I thought that this was a necessary step in the treatment process, my shame lessened a lot.
Lying on the quilt, I was now completely naked in front of the man. My slightly protruding breasts and my petals, which no one had ever seen before, were now clearly seen. Because I covered my eyes with my hands, I didn't know what the man was doing.
"Are you shy? Are you shy if your face is seen? Every child is like that. Then let's cover it with this towel, so your face won't be seen!" After thinking about the doctor's suggestion, I nodded gently in agreement.
The towel was gently placed over my face, and from then on, my face was no longer visible. However, I had no idea what the man was doing to me.
I thought it would be very impolite to remove the towel that the doctor had so kindly placed on me, so I couldn't remove it.
The man stared intently at my naked body, which had already been stripped of its underwear. I think he was probably staring intently at my bare petals!
"Alright, now I'll check your stomach again!" the doctor said to me, who couldn't see me.
Now the man was gently kneading the area around my navel with his hand. His hand moved around, and he asked me if it hurt where his hand was pressing.
"Next, let's check your breasts." After saying that, he gently rubbed my small breasts with his five fingers.
The doctor placed two fingers on my small nipples, rotating them in a circular motion. My breasts, manipulated like this, showed their elasticity.
"This area is a little firm, but don't worry too much, it's normal for a girl's breasts to be like this during puberty." After saying that, the doctor used both hands to grasp and knead my breasts.
"You can rest assured! Your breast development is very healthy and good. But just to be on the safe side… let me examine your abdomen again!" Then, his hands moved down from my breasts, reaching below my navel, pressing and stroking, before quickly touching the top of my bare labia.
"Now we need to disinfect, don't move! Be quiet for a while…" After saying that, the man covered my body with a blanket, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen.
While the man was gone, I secretly lifted the towel from my face, and through the small gap in the towel, I peeked at my lower body. I saw what looked like a handbag containing medical equipment, placed there.
"He really is a doctor..." I thought to myself.
Suddenly, I felt the doctor seem to return, and I hurriedly pulled the towel back up to my original position.
"We need to disinfect, so lift your butt up a little!" As he said this, the doctor's hand reached under my buttocks.
I felt his hand lift my waist, and then a soft, pillow-like thing was placed under my waist, raising my entire waist.
Although my legs were tightly together, as my waist was raised, my vulva protruded upwards, which made me feel extremely embarrassed.
Chapter 3
"Okay, put your knees up."
I lay naked on my front, and the doctor lifted my ankles and knees, making them upright.
"He's still a child... It must be embarrassing to have your legs up, you know what's coming next..." At the time, I didn't know the doctor had such thoughts.
After the doctor raised my knees, he immediately pushed my thighs wide apart. I pressed my knees as far as I could, almost spreading my entire buttocks out, thus completely exposing the area that had always been hidden beneath my labia.
"Ahhh~" I couldn't help but feel a sense of horror. As my knees were raised and my legs were spread wide apart, I knew that the tightly closed labia had been easily opened.
Boys would never understand, but once my long-closed labia were opened, I immediately knew the message that the locked petals were blossoming, because this feeling would come from the unseen groin. My
labia were being artificially pried open...
"That place... was being touched by a man's hand..." Although I was still a child, at the same time I felt my petals being quietly opened, an overwhelming sense of shame surged up all at once.
From a young age, girls were taught this... After they were old enough to understand things, when their bodies were naked, they would be told: "Look! Your vulva has been seen." "It's shameful to show your vulva." "Your vulva has been seen."
Girls grew up hearing such scoldings.
As for what close elders might say, it wasn't very vulgar, nor was it very direct. They would say things subtly, like, "If you don't wear underwear, your stomach will get cold, and a cold stomach will cause stomach aches." The implication was that "it's shameful for your vulva to be seen." Over time, this idea became deeply ingrained in my mind.
Although I was already a first-year junior high school student at the time, my knowledge and interest in sex were far beyond what even first or second-grade elementary school students today possess. I didn't know the deeper meaning, but I personally believed that it was shameful for my vulva to be seen, and I was convinced of it.
Now, my vulva was completely exposed in front of a man. Not only was the outer part of my vulva visible, but the inside was also completely exposed. And it was in a very embarrassing state that my vulva was opened between my thighs, and it felt like something was pushing against my buttocks, which were propped up with a pillow.
Later, I learned that it was a washbasin filled with water.
After the doctor placed a washbasin under my buttocks, he began to touch my vulva.
"There are chairs in the hospital, but please bear with it for now. If the disinfection isn't thorough, it can cause urethritis and vaginitis, and perhaps even other strange illnesses whose causes are still unknown..." Hearing this made me feel like I had a serious illness, and I became worried, so I let the doctor do as he pleased. Because of the treatment, touching my vulva was a natural thing, I thought.
Seemingly unconcerned about harming my vulva, my fingertips moved across it without hesitation.
Under such natural behavior, I couldn't resist at all.
My lack of resistance emboldened the man.
"We're going to clean inside now, open it a little." His fingers placed on the outside of my petals, slowly spreading them open.
I don't know how much they were parted, but then I felt a stream of water impacting my blooming petals. A soft bristle, like a pen, was gently stroking and cleaning the outside and inside of my petals.
I guessed it was a pen!
Although he was a doctor, this was the first time a man had seen my vulva, and I felt a burning shame on my face.
"You can help me out..." the doctor said, guiding my hand towards my groin, then continued authoritatively, "In a hospital, nurses would help, but not now, and my wife hasn't returned yet. You'll have to help for now." I was still wondering what I was supposed to do... Soon after, the doctor instructed me to use my fingers to press down on my spread vulva.
Given the words "in a hospital, nurses would help" and "my wife hasn't returned yet," I assumed I was going to wait for his wife to come back, and then she would help me. But since I didn't see her... I thought to myself, "He really is a doctor."
Perhaps because my face wasn't being seen, my shame was suppressed, and I had no choice but to remain in this spread-out state.
As my fingers expanded my vulva, the doctor continued to clean my pubic area, inside and out, with that water-soaked pen.
Although I'm still a child, I still feel strange when this is done to me.
A strange, itchy sensation comes from my lower body.
My petals have been touched, and the inside is being touched like this... For me, who is already 13 years old, this is the first time I've felt this way... Chapter 4 The tip of the pen bristles stimulates the sensitive mucous membrane, and soon I have an indescribable feeling, a bit itchy and unbearable, but also a feeling of anticipation, like a caterpillar crawling, wanting to escape but unwilling to leave.
The tip of the pen bristles, softer than the touch of a hand, slowly but continuously stimulates the sensitive clitoris.
Overwhelmed by this strange atmosphere, my buttocks squirm restlessly. Under the influence of the pen's movement, my buttocks sway freely regardless of my shame. Although the doctor didn't say anything, he must know quite a bit about the condition of my buttocks.
"Ah!"
"Don't be startled, because that's the dirtiest place, so you have to clean it properly!" Then, a strange sensation comes from the ruby-like clitoris on the petals. What? ...Did the doctor actually peel back the foreskin covering my clitoris?
The doctor's next answer confirmed my suspicions.
"The clitoris, hidden under the foreskin, is most susceptible to bacterial infection. Washing it like that isn't very effective. There needs to be a better method!" I had always been very curious and interested in the structure inside the clitoris, so I had pulled back the foreskin several times and even touched it directly with my fingers a few times, but this time I felt inexplicably shy.
"If this area isn't cleaned properly, it can make women sick. Now I'll teach you a better way to clean it, because there's still some dirt left inside." Because the doctor had said so, I suppressed my extreme shyness and let the doctor teach me.
The doctor pulled my fingertips, which were spreading my labia, to touch the exposed clitoris.
"Sit up a little and watch the correct cleaning method." After saying that, the doctor lifted the towel off my face and arched my upper body, as if to let me clearly see the condition between my thighs.
I was completely naked, without a single piece of clothing to cover myself. Even though he was a doctor, being completely naked in front of someone dressed in ordinary clothes, with my breasts and genitals exposed, and having my body looked at like that, made me incredibly ashamed, even though I was just a child.
"You should be used to being naked by now! In a hospital, nurses and patients would see you, but they didn't see anything today, so don't be shy!" After saying this, the doctor took something about the size of a magnifying glass from his briefcase and placed it on my clitoris so I could see it more clearly.
The doctor then pulled back the foreskin covering my clitoris again.
As the foreskin quickly retracted, my clitoris was immediately exposed, a sight that made me incredibly ashamed; even now, thinking about it makes my face burn.
The doctor held a thin glass rod in his hand. He explained as he touched my clitoris with the tip of the rod.
The pointed tip of a round glass rod repeatedly touched my exposed clitoris. Each touch on the extremely sensitive clitoris caused my genitals to tremble with shame. Before I could even reach a point of unbearable discomfort, my clitoris reacted immediately.
"Look! This is where the dirt is. You can see it, right? There's a lot of dirt!" Under the magnifying glass, I could clearly see the fine, silky streaks of dirt on my clitoris. With
my genitals exposed to the man's eyes, and my clitoris magnified, coupled with these words, I couldn't help but completely believe that the man before me was indeed a kind doctor.
I had always thought the clitoris was round, but under the magnifying glass, its base was somewhat square, making the entire clitoris resemble a pyramid with a rounded top. And what I had expected to be smooth, thin skin was actually quite wrinkled.
The doctor's glass rod moved between the left and right sides of my clitoris, explaining this clearly to me.
The man's fingers carefully parted my clitoris. Under the magnifying glass, I saw the doctor's large fingers pressing open my precious clitoris, exposing the thin layer of skin covering its base, where something resembling dirt remained.
"This base, the skin, is where dirt easily gets trapped. You can clean it with your fingers or wipe it with something soft." After saying this, the doctor used a pen to stroke around my clitoris.
"Mmm~" I couldn't help but moan.
The doctor seemed completely unaware, continuing to clean my clitoris.
Perhaps the doctor's ignorance was a good thing. Maybe he was considering my shyness, so he pretended not to know to soothe my embarrassment.
If everything were revealed, I might think the doctor was stimulating my sensitive clitoris, playing with my body.
The doctor probably had that concern too.
"Okay, it's clean now. Next, we'll do it with our hands!" After saying that, the doctor pinched my clitoris with two fingers and stroked it back and forth.
Because I knew he was a doctor, I didn't feel any fear or wariness; instead, I felt shy... and...
a strange feeling arose within me.
As my clitoris was rubbed and my foreskin was gradually peeled back, I felt a burning sensation emanating from my labia.
Sometimes, the doctor's fingers would also stroke the lower edge of my labia. When the doctor rubbed my clitoris, I could clearly see my buttocks swaying with the rubbing.
"If you're tired, you can lie down and rest like before. We'll do a few more checks and then we'll be done." I lay back down again.
"Ahhh!! Ah~ Mmmm!" I suddenly cried out because I felt the glass rod that was touching my labia being inserted inside.
"Will it hurt? What kind of pain? Is it a slight throbbing pain? Or is it a very intense pain?
But it won't go away soon, so don't worry!"
It seemed like something had been added to the glass rod as it moved in and out of my vagina.
Although the glass rod didn't cause pain, I still felt disgusted by it going in and out of my vagina.
"I need to pee..." My urethra was being stimulated, and I felt a urge to release the urine that had been accumulating since this morning.
"Do you need to go to the toilet? Wait a minute!" After saying that, the doctor went to the kitchen and brought back a glass, then said, "While we have this opportunity, let's also do a urine test. You can pee now, and I'll help you urinate more easily!"
After the doctor finished speaking, he immediately inserted the glass rod, which was already inserted, deeper into my vagina, then pulled it out and inserted it again. The glass rod was thus moving in and out of my vagina.
Perhaps my vagina had become accustomed to it, because I didn't feel any pain; instead, I had a strange sensation.
"Doctor...I need to pee...I've peed!"
Hearing my cry, the doctor quickly and slowly withdrew the glass rod. Then, my urine gushed out of my vagina in a powerful stream, forming a yellow jet.
The doctor's fingers penetrated my labia, parted my labia minora, and pressed against the urethral opening, adjusting the angle at which the urine flowed out. My urine quickly filled the small glass in the doctor's hand and overflowed. The doctor used a towel to collect the overflowing urine. Overwhelmed
with shame, I knew my face was flushed. A few tears streamed down my face.
"Don't cry, it's okay. Even mature women have their urine collected like this at the hospital. It's for an examination, so it's not shameful." The doctor cleaned my labia, which were wet with my own urine, inside and out, and then continued to examine the labia after urination.
Now the doctor was using his fingers to spread my vaginal opening wider, my labia being pulled even more forcefully, stretching them open completely. A sticky sensation emanated from deep within my labia, making the doctor's hands, which were deeply penetrating and spreading my labia wide, wet and slippery.
Thinking back, when I was in the first year of junior high, my labia were very small, just a tiny crack. Now, the labia majora surrounding my labia were high and full, very thick and fully developed. The raised labia majora, the small crack, and the still-developing labia minora.
The adult's thick fingers easily spread open the very small crack. Compared to before, because my clitoris was being touched more deeply and closely, my very sensitive vagina was also wet with lubrication, and I felt a very subtle sensation.
"How can this be? It's already very wet inside, it feels good, doesn't it?" Knowing that my vulva was already very wet made me even more ashamed than the doctor's lewd words; the fact that my shameful secret was being seen made me feel even more embarrassed.
It was really troublesome. I thought my secrets were completely known, and they were secrets I couldn't tell anyone... At that time, I felt extremely ashamed because my vagina was wet. I wondered if others were worried like me.
"This is proof that your body has become an adult. It's not shameful. Look, this place feels very comfortable, isn't it? This is proof." The doctor used the gentlest method he had ever used, spreading my clitoris with his hand, then applying a sticky substance, and then stroking it back and forth with his fingers.
"Mmm~ mmm~"
The doctor applied varying amounts of pressure to my clitoris, and a sensation like an electric current flowed out from it.
"Ah~ mmm~"
I lay naked in the center of the blanket. My upper body was straight, but my legs were stretched into an M shape, and my knees were bent and raised. My feet were spread wide apart, and there was a pillow under my buttocks.
Filled with the intense shame of having my secret exposed, the doctor performed these pleasurable acts on me, telling me that it would feel good no matter who did it, and not to worry or be afraid. These words echoed in my mind.
"Hey, it feels good, doesn't it? Because I'm a doctor, I've learned everything about boys' and girls' bodies. Mothers bring children like you to the hospital to learn the correct things. By the way, let me take this opportunity to teach you proper sex education. Your stomach doesn't hurt, does it?" Indeed, the medication I swallowed earlier had cured my stomach pain.
After curing my stomach ache, the doctor, under the guise of a full-body examination, touched my clitoris and nipples. With nothing left to cover me, I could only helplessly answer "yes."
Besides…
city kids also go to the hospital to learn proper sex education… and so did I… so I trusted the doctor.
The doctor's hands began to change. The doctor, who had been sitting between my spread legs, moved to lie face-up beside me. The doctor stepped over me, his knees on either side of my stomach.
Only now did I understand why he had moved to my naked side.
His hand reached my chest, caressing my breast with his right hand. Looking down at me, he said, "Watch my hand movements. Several sixth-grade students have come to the hospital to learn before. What I'm teaching you is the same as what I taught them, so do as I say." As he instructed me, my nipples felt incredibly pleasurable. How could the doctor do something so embarrassing to me? I hadn't expected this; I had only come here for treatment. But now I couldn't refuse… Chapter Six. The unfolding events were so natural that I couldn't even muster a shred of suspicion. My mind was filled with the physical pleasure I was experiencing for the first time and a vague sense of wonder. My
small breasts were being rubbed for a long time, and some unknown sticky substance was smeared on my nipples. Two fingers pinched my sticky nipple, rotating it clockwise and counterclockwise alternately.
The nipple, covered in a sticky substance, was being forcefully manipulated by the doctor, thus experiencing considerable stimulation. This increased stimulation and pressure generated a pleasure emanating from the doctor's sticky fingers—an indescribable, exquisite sensation.
Because my small, exposed nipple was being repeatedly manipulated, I realized that deep within my body, subtle pleasures were accumulating little by little. These accumulated pleasures, even with the slightest stimulation, elicited intense and sensitive responses.
Under the influence of this accumulated pleasure, newly generated subtle pleasures unexpectedly exploded into an even deeper, more profound ecstasy; my body and mind clearly understood this. My
tender petals were so delicate that not even a single pubic hair had grown. I felt a slight heat rising from the depths of the petals, then slowly spreading outwards, the entire bud becoming as if it had lost its moisture and become hot.
This heat in the petals ignited a craving for stimulation. I felt all the pleasure from my nipples concentrated inside my labia.
But the doctor's hands only moved around my bare chest, never touching my exposed lower abdomen. Even so, my lower body grew hot, and a shameful urge arose within me to touch my labia in a way that made
me incredibly embarrassed, yet my body reacted this way.
My underwear had already been removed by the doctor, and my tightly closed labia were completely exposed. I thought the doctor must have seen everything clearly, and I felt extremely ashamed… Just thinking about my tightly closed labia being seen made me feel ashamed… I felt my face burning… But even so, I now longed for my labia to be stretched open even wider, to be touched in an even more shameful way… This wasn't my own will, but a feeling emanating from deep within my lower body commanding me to pray for this.
To be specific, I couldn't say what method I wanted. In short, I just wanted my exposed breasts, exposed when I knelt with my legs pulled outwards, to be touched.
My small breasts had hardened and swelled, covered in a sticky substance the doctor had applied with his fingers. They swelled up like blooming flowers.
The doctor skillfully directed his fingers, gathering the flesh around my breasts while continuously kneading them.
His two fingers simultaneously played with both of my nipples, sending waves of pleasurable stimulation through me, like waves lapping against the shore. At that moment, I felt incredibly comfortable.
Having never experienced sexual pleasure before, I unconsciously parted my lips slightly, letting out a small moan for the first time.
Realizing the sweet sound leaking from my lips, I was shocked, alone with the swelling shame within me.
The doctor was toying with me like this; soon, his hand finally moved down to around my navel and began to caress.
"Not there!! Lower… even lower…" The exposed petals were even hotter, a hot liquid gushing from within.
The hot liquid flowing from the petals down my thighs to my buttocks; although I couldn't see there, I could feel my anus was wet. Although I was aware of the shameful things happening to my petals, my body reacted contrary to my feelings, craving the touch of my petals.
Perhaps it was a yearning for fingers to be inserted into the vagina, or a desire to rub the unguarded clitoris, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what that yearning was. In short, I wanted to stimulate my already burning vulva. Just like wanting to scratch an itchy spot, I wanted my burning vulva to be soothed.
"Doctor... Ah~ Doctor~" These words conveyed a desire to quickly soothe my shy area, to quickly stroke my petals, carrying these lewd connotations.
"What's wrong?... Is your body getting hot... Is there an inexplicable feeling here?" The doctor said, covering my fully opened petals with his palm, gently pressing against my shameful flower.
"It's getting hot here, isn't it? You want to do something here, right?" "You know everything!" The doctor's words weren't vulgar; they gave me the impression that this was a normal human body reaction. The doctor's words seemed to explain things simply and concisely... "Your body is developing very well, exhibiting a normal reaction. From the moment you become an adult, your body will have this reaction, so at this point, don't force yourself to suppress it. From now on, I will guide you on the correct way to eliminate it." Having become obedient, and still being a child, I completely trusted the doctor who was about to take me to an unknown world. I listened quietly to the doctor's instructions.
"From now on, what I'll teach you will be limited to making your life more comfortable. This applies to married girls, female teachers at school, and female doctors like myself. Of course, I'll also teach boys, but the situation is slightly different. I'll still teach you the knowledge boys should have, and then I'll teach you about girls. For the girls at the hospital, I'll teach them about both men and women simultaneously." I was at an age where I was starting to develop some interest in men. The doctor's words about teaching boys what they should know burned through my mind.
Then, the doctor said he would teach me about the shy behaviors that occurred on my exposed petals. These words made me even bolder.
"...From now on, what I'll teach me is what female teachers at school teach..." That sentence, at the time, not only me, but all the other children felt the same way. Parents felt the same way, teachers felt the same way—the most respected figures around us became the most revered objects.
The doctor's image was determined by that sentence!

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