Stuck in a Rut.
By Rosalie Redd

Casey Church is dealing with the usual things that any Fourteen year old girl has to deal with. That is if they are a girl in a world where girls aren’t born, they are transformed. Leaving her male life behind is difficult, and new threats are on the horizon.

Chapter 47

Aunt Maggie stayed over for dinner, and afterwards She and DeShaun took Hercules out back and played fetch with him. I sat on the patio and watched. I had always wanted a dog, but that had never come to fruition. When it got late, Aunt Maggie and Herc went home. I headed up to bed that night a lot more confident. After the last couple days, there was no way the sisters would be stupid enough to try coming around the house again. I drifted off to sleep quickly.

Morning came and I bolted out of bed, happier than I had been. I took a nice, long shower. (much to DeShaun’s dismay). After finally allowing him the bathroom, I went in and got dressed for school. I put on some tight black leggings, with a red tartan plaid skirt, and a loose fitting long sleeved tee. A couple barrettes in my hair, and my black and white chucks.

I hurried down to breakfast and had some grape-nuts and bananas. DeShaun noticed I was happy, and he came over and kissed my cheek. Mom and Dad pretended not to notice, and we walked to school together.

I reached the door to History class, and was pounce-tackled by a small fast-moving black and purple streak. I hugged Luna and walked back to our desks with her.

“I heard the sisters tried something yesterday, I was so scared.”, she said and I noticed she was crying.

I patted her on the head gently. “It’s okay. Dad called my Aunt Maggie, and she brought her K9 Partner Hercules over and they stayed with me. Amy and May did drop by, probably to try to scare me. But I think the sight of my aunt with a large German Shepherd scared them away.”

Luna giggled. “I’d have loved to have seen that.”

I laughed along. “Well, Aunt Maggie will be at the Party this weekend, I’m sure you’ll hear all about it.”

We settled into our desks, and Mr. Hedges came in and started class.

The day rolled by, and lunch came quickly. I walked to the cafeteria, arm in arm with DeShaun. We soon came upon Janie, at our normal spot. The poor dear looked like a wreck, she had bags under her eyes that made her look like a raccoon, and she was slumped over the table.

I sat down beside her, and rubbed her back. She let out some whimpery noises and pokes at her salad, managing to eat most of it.

“Poor Janie.” I said sympathetically.

She looked up. “It’ll be your turn before too long.”, She moaned before laying her head back down on the table.

I certainly wasn’t looking forward that part of being a girl. I had an appointment this afternoon with Mom’s gynecologist. I was a ways off yet, not even being fully formed down there. But I was getting closer. Still bleeding and cramps and everything Janie was going through seemed scary. I propped her up during Biology class, and rubbed her back when she napped during Study Hall.

The Rest of the day went by pretty fast, you know how it does that when there is something that scares you at the end. The appointment.

After the final bell, I headed to the office and met up with Mom. She was standing outside the office, with a big smile on her face. She looked beautiful. I know they say that the ‘glow’ isn’t real, but Mom had it. Her skin and hair seemed brighter, and her smile radiated. I couldn’t wait to meet my little brother, though that was still a LONG ways away.

We got into the Cayenne and drove on. Getting out at the clinic, I hid behind Mom. We walked into the reception area.

Mom stepped up and spoke to the woman at the desk. “We have an appointment. A referral from Doctor Foster for my daughter to see Dr. Shayes, under the name Casey Church.”

Nervously I went in when I was called, Mom stayed in the reception area.

I was led in by a tall male nurse. I learned his name was Nurse Jim. He was at least 6’8”, and huge. He was built like a pro wrestler. Just the sort of nurse you want for your first gyno exam.

I relaxed after he took my blood pressure and vitals. He had me step on a scale and then I had to stand in front of a height chart. My statistics were all the same, 5’4”, and 112 Lbs. Nurse Jim led me to an exam room, and told me to get comfortable, and that the Doctor would be in shortly.

I sat nervously, waiting. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a couple minutes, the Doctor walked in. She was perhaps 5’9”, and gorgeous. Her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She had on glasses, and looked like a supermodel. With her lab coat and skirt she looked professional, but naughty.

“I’m Doctor Shayes, but you can call me Kim, if it makes you feel more at ease.”, she stated in a neutral tone.

I looked at her and smiled meekly. If I were still packing, I’d have a major boner right now.

“If you hop up on the exam table, I’ll take some ultrasounds, so we can see how you are progressing.”, she said in that same tone. I did as she said, and she slid up my shirt, to expose my stomach. I hated the gel, but I sat through it patiently. The Doctor looked at the image intensely.

“Well, looks like you are still about a month or so from your first ovulation, based on your growth.”, she said to me, in a way that made my heart skip a beat. So embarrassing.
“Have you been experiencing any mood swings, anxiety, depression, or sudden outbursts of uncontrollable crying?”, she asked, as she looked at a clipboard.

I nodded uncomfortably, laying there. When Kim um.. Doctor Shayes let me sit up, she went to the foot of the table and lifted up some attachments at the foot of it. I looked nervously at them.

“There’s a paper gown over on the tray table, I’ll give you some privacy to put it on.”, she stated nonchalantly, as she stepped out of the room. I looked at the flimsy garment and swallowed hard. It’s strange. Even though I was more girl at the end than boy, I felt more comfortable with Doctor Foster. But now that I was a girl, I suppose I need to work on that.

I stripped my clothing off, and put on the drafty gown. I heard a knock soon after.

“C...come in.”, I squeaked.

Dr. Shayes came in, and nodded to me. “Please lay down on the table and put your legs up in the stirrups.”, she said.

I sighed and did as asked, turning beet red. She moved over to where I couldn’t see her, and I heard the snap of rubber gloves.

“I’m going to give you an exam. If you feel uncomfortable or scared at any time, please tell me, and I’ll stop.”, she said softly in a gentle voice.

I nodded and replied. “O...okay”

I felt her fingers down below, examining me.

“You may feel something cold and metallic, and might feel some stretching or pinching. Don’t worry. That’s normal. I’m going to be using a tool called a speculum to check you out. If it gets to feel unpleasant, please let me know.”, she said from somewhere at the foot of the table.

I laid there, my eyes clamped firmly shut ans she poked and prodded, the cold instrument slipped inside and I felt myself spreading. It hurt a little, and I winced, but not enough to stop. After a couple minutes she was done.

Dr. Shayes spoke again, “If you could sit up please, I’ll raise the head of the table, so I can check your breasts.”

I did so, covering up my lap as best as I could, while slipping out of the top of the gown. Dr. Shayes leaned over to examine my breasts, and I got a very clear look down her scrub top at hers, while she did.

“Okay, your breast tissue seems fully developed, and everything seems normal.”, she stated.

I sighed. “But they are so small, there are a couple of girls that make fun of me because of how flat I am. Is there anything I can do to make them grow?”

Dr. Shayes looked at me with sympathy. “I’m afraid not. But I know several members of your family, as my patients, and if you are anything like them, you will blossom like they did. It may just take a little longer in your case.”

I nodded. That was similar to what Dr. Foster had said.

I gulped and swallowed. “And… down there?”, I asked nervously.

She smiled and patted me on the shoulder. “Everything appears to be developing at a normal rate. I see no irregularities. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say that externally, you will be fully changed by the end of next week. Internally though is a different matter. The uterus and ovaries are always the organs that take the longest to mature and are the last things to finish during the transformation. However, you appear to be proceeding normally in development there as well.”

I breathed easier, but I had more questions.

“Doctor Shayes, Um… when will it be okay? I mean to... you know? Have sex?”, I asked in a quiet voice.

“I see that you are on the pill to help regulate your change. I’ll recommend that you remain on it, if you are really certain you want to be sexually active. I recommend that you wait at least another week after your vagina finishes it’s growth. You should be okay to have intercourse after that. I do have to warn you though that once you begin ovulating, there is still a slight chance you can get pregnant, even if you are on the pill. And very importantly, remember that the pill does not prevent the spread of sexually transmittable diseases. If you feel you must have sex, remember to insist he use condoms.”

I nodded and blushed. “I...I will Doctor.”

She smiled at me, and nodded. “Now, I’ll step out to give you some privacy to change.”

She left the room and I quickly got out of the paper gown and back into my clothes. I was beet red when I caught up to Mom out in the waiting room. She was talking to Dr. Shayes about something, but I didn’t listen in.

When they were done, she came over and hugged me. Ready to go, Sweetheart?”, Mom asked.

I nodded emphatically, and we left. On the way home, Mom stopped at the Mall, and we got dinner for everyone from Subway, though Mom and I got something for ourselves from the Dairy Queen stand across the food court.

I sat in the car on the way back, slurping on the straw of my cheesecake blizzard. So many thoughts were swirling around in my head. Thoughts about cramps… darn you Janie for showing me how bad it was. Thoughts about my period ran through my head. I hope I’m not a gusher. Luna had taken some opportunities earlier to tell me horror stories of girls that had very heavy flows, and died or passed out. Intellectually, I knew she was playing jokes on me, but ugh, this girl thing really can truly suck.

Yes, Luna is a brat.

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