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Treatment for a Little Girl

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It seemed she’s telling the truth, and seeing how easy it is to make her flustered, you could wait a few minutes before taking your prize. You smiled at her and quickly went behind one of the sliding curtains, sitting on one of the beds and waited. From your position you had a good view of the rest of the room, and it was unlikely someone would notice you, the curtains were well designed to provide privacy.

Not even a minute after you hiding, and the nurse fixing her clothes, you heard steps coming from the door, followed by a voice you easily recognize.

“Hello, Miss Hartell,” said the voice, “I’ve brought my daughter, as the headmaster instructed,” you could see the nurse also got a little stiff in the presence of this person, and you also held your breath, “but before agreeing to this procedure I’ll have to ask you a few questions, is that okay?” even though it was phrased as a question, the tone left no room for denial.

“S… sure, Ms. Varano,” answered the nurse, getting up and offering the secretary a chair. When the woman sat you could see she had by her hand a cute little girl that couldn’t be a day over 6, she wore a blue shirt and a small version of the school’s uniform skirt. The nurse offered her own chair to the girl after taking a nervous glance in your direction. You hoped the secretary didn’t notice that and didn’t asked her daughter to use one of the beds, “what do you want to know?”

“First of all,” started the secretary in a serious tone, “whose idea was it to use this so called treatment on the students? yours, or Mr. Gardner?” You felt a shiver down your spine. Even though the headmaster had approved this, the way Ms. Varano was talking seemed she was ready to fire you both over this. And the fact that she hadn’t let go of her little girl’s hand showed she was not happy about it.

“Well… he…” once more Andrea’s glanced nervously in your direction, and you started to look for a place to hide, if this continued Ms. Varano was going to find you, and you really didn’t want to explain your presence there, “Mr. Gardner came and… we talked about… things, and I mentioned I didn’t want… I mentioned how serious the trauma in the vagina could be, and that with the way the rules were written, that was bound to happen sooner or latter,” at least it appeared Andrea was regaining her composure by focusing on the medical aspect of things, “Mr. Gardner was actually quite concerned about it himself, in fact he came by to ask my professional opinion on how to follow the rules without harming the students. At first I just told him to just keep it in his pants for the younger students, but he told me something about the rules forcing him to do it, I’m not sure if he was bullshitting me—” and now she was throwing you under the bus… well, at least she wasn’t looking in your direction anymore.

“Please mind your language in front of my daughter, Miss. Hartell,” interrupted Ms. Varano. The girl turned to look at the two adults, so far she appeared more interested in looking at all the weird machines in the infirmary, even if her mother did not let go of her hand.

“Sorry, sorry,” apologized Andrea with a smile, “anyways… he told me he had to do it, so I told him there was a simple medical treatment that could improve elasticity and lubrication of the genital mucosa, which would greatly diminished any possible damage when he…” Andrea finished making a crude representation with her hands, her crocked smile back in full force, and you could see Ms. Varano rolling her eyes at her. Apparently you weren’t the only one that found her antics tiresome.

“So it was him that suggested to use this treatment on both boys and girls, and to include even the kindergarteners?” asked Ms. Varano, her hard eyes never leaving the nurse face. From the way she asked, you were almost certain she already knew it was Andrea’s decision to include the boys.

“He…” began Andrea, her smile fading a bit as she let out a little nervous laugh, “he mentioned something about having to deal with boys and girls, and that the rules didn’t differentiate age groups, I was… I was thinking… I was concerned about the safety of all students, that’s why I included all of them, better safe than sorry, right?”

Ms. Varano had listened to all of this with barely any movement. The fact she could remain so still increased the uneasy feeling she gave out. Suddenly she leaned forward, getting quite close to Andrea, her eyes as hard as ever, as she continued the interrogation, “Now, I’m not a doctor, I’m just a concern parent, so I need you to tell me exactly what side effects this treatment could have on my daughter, if I allow you to give it to her.”

To your surprise Andrea didn’t stumbled on her answer, in fact the words left her mouth with confidence, “Other than a bit of itching and perhaps some light vaginal discharge for a few days after each treatment, no other effects are to be expected. The treatment consist in just a reinforcement of natural hormones already in her body, the moment the treatment is stopped the hormone levels go back to normal and nothing is left over. This is completely safe and will not have any long term effects,” Andrea made a pause, answering Ms. Varano’s gaze with a similar one, “I’m a doctor, first and foremost, and I respect my oath to the well-being of my patients, I can assure you this treatment is the only way I’ve found to keep the children safe under the current… regulations,” she moved back, and Ms. Varano also reclined back on her chair. The secretary’s attitude was no longer threatening, and it really amazed you how she could switch like that, “in the spirit of full disclosure,” added Andrea, her smile once more on her lips, “there is a small chance some children develop spells of dizziness and nausea, and perhaps some weight gain; but again, nothing to worry about.”

You weren’t sure how much of this Ms. Varano bought. You were pretty sure Andrea had been telling her only half truths, but at least Ms. Varano didn’t seemed to have a problem with it anymore. “That’s okay, sweetie,” she said to the nurse in an almost gossipy way, “it wasn’t my intention to question your commitment, I know you’re a terrific nurse and a great addition to our community,” Ms. Varano finally let go of her child to put a hand on Andrea’s shoulder, “I know it’s been hard for you, especially with the changes made this year. We’re all still adjusting, and well… Mr. Gardner can be a little overbearing, so I understand your feelings,” she then looked at the clock on the wall and almost jumped, “my Lord! this took longer than I expected,” she took Andrea’s hand on her own, “I leave Gabriele in your capable hands,” she said, looking at her daughter, who was exploring quite close to your hiding place, to your increasing concern, “could you deliver her to her classroom after you finish?”

“Sure, no problem,” answer Andrea, a little dry. Apparently being called a nurse didn’t agree with her.

“Bye sweetie,” said Ms. Varano, hugging her daughter, “I have to go work, make sure to obey Miss Hartell and do everything she says, okay?” she finished, kissing the girl on the cheek and quickly leaving the room, her steps quickly getting lost in the distance.

Andrea collapsed on her chair the moment the secretary left the room, and you also left out a breath you had been holding.

“Did you something wrong?” came the question from the little girl, directed to the relaxing nurse.

“No! Why do you think than?” she asked, straightening on the chair and turning her head to both sides to relieve the stress.

“Mommy had her scolding face. You didn’t say sorry. If you say you’re sorry mommy will forgive you,” offered the girl.

Andrea smiled at the child’s innocence, “I think your mom already forgave me,” she said, turning around an grabbing a clipboard, “for now I need to ask you a few questions, okay?”

“Okay,” said the girl, her mom’s scolding face apparently already forgotten, “what’s that?” she asked, pointing to a microscope on the desk.

“That’s a microscope,” answered Andrea absently, while writing something on her clipboard, “your name is Gabriel, right? and you’re 5 already?”

“Yep!” answer the child happily, “What’s a micoscope?”

“Its a device to see very small things, but you have to be a big girl to use it,” answered Andrea, not giving the child a chance to ask, “but if you’re a good girl and follow my instructions I’ll let you play with something else, and even give you a lollipop, okay?”

The girl let of a sharp squeak of glee, jumping in place, and both you and Andrea flinched at the high pitch of her scream.

“Fine, fine,” said Andrea, trying to calm the girl down, “first of all, I need to remove your clothes, so lift your arms, please.”

The girl stopped jumping and looked at Andrea with some doubt, “Mommy says it’s a sin to get naked in front of others,” she said, her previous happiness gone in a flash.

“I’m a doctor,” explained Andrea, “doctors can see you naked with no problem, besides you mom told you to obey me, right?”

The little girl’s smile returned the moment her mom’s instructions entered her ears, and she quickly took the rim of her shirt and attempted to pull it up on her own, “Okay,” she said, her head trapped in the shirt, while Andrea helped her get unstuck.

You had very little chance to admire her flat chest where not even the nipples could be discerned before the girl bent down and quickly pushed her skirt and panties all the way down to her shoes, where they again got stuck.

Andrea laughed at this and lifted the almost naked girl in order to remove her shoes and socks, and allow her panties to come off. “There we go!” she said when the girl was finally naked. Gabriel was also smiling and started turning on herself with her arms extended, apparently enjoying being unconstrained for a while.

While the child turned on herself, you were able to admire her. While her undeveloped pussy was only a line between her legs, without any feature, you did noticed that the girl still had a little bit of baby fat on her middle section, not enough to say she was fat, but it was noticeable. This made it so that when she was on her side, you could imagine it wasn’t baby fat, but an actual baby growing in her belly. And considering what the treatment she was about to receive was for, that vision might become a reality soon. You had to adjust your pants behind your hiding place, as that vision was making it uncomfortable.

“Okay, Gabriele, please come her, I’m gonna show you how to use the scale,” said Andrea from the corner of the room, where the weighing and height scale was.

The little girl ran there and for a few minutes you were presented to her little ass moving and wiggling there as Andrea took her measures while keeping her entertained with the different movable parts of the apparatus.

Afterwards Andrea noted the results on the clipboard and proceeded to get some vials from the small fridge and mix them in a paper cup, “Gabriele, come here,” she called the girl that continued to play with the scales, “I need you to drink this,” she said, holding the cup for the girl. Gabriel arrived running and waving her arms, and with Andrea’s help quickly downed the entire medicine.

“It taste funny!” she said, but didn’t complained, so you assumed it was not a unpleasant taste, “are you giving me a shot also?” she suddenly asked, her smile diminished, but not completely gone.

“What makes you say that?” asked Andrea, apparently as surprised by the question as you.

“You promised a lollipop,” explained the girl, as if that was reason enough, and then pointed her little hand to Andrea’s left hand, which was behind her. Only then did you noticed that Andrea had a syringe hidden behind herself. You haven’t seen when she picked it up, and were equally surprised by Andrea’s slight of hand, and by Gabriel’s observation skills.

“You’re a very observant girl, Gabriel,” conceded Andrea, “you know the shot won’t hurt, right?”

The girl just nodded, though she did seemed a bit concerned.

“I need you to lean over the chair, and you can start eating this,” she said, handing the little girl a red lollipop that once more you haven’t seen her pick up.

Gabriel complied, quickly opening the lollipop and launching herself belly down over the seat of the chair. In that position you had a great view of her backside, from her plump little buttocks to the small line that was her mons pubis peeking just below that. Andrea blocked your view for just an instant, and you only saw Gabriele’s legs kick once before the doctor got back, the syringe gone before you know it, while she pressed a cotton ball on the girl’s naked butt.

“You’re a really brave girl, Gabriele,” commended Andrea, lifting the girl back, “now let’s get you dressed up and back to class,” she smiled to the little girl, and you saw the nurse looking at your hiding place with a devilish smile.

You wait to see what the nurse will do

• Andrea walks to you and tells you to come out.

She just finished dressing the girl, and with a underhanded wave in your direction, left with the child in tow.

Once she returns you decide

• Just get her in bed, you’ve waited enough.
• Ask her more details about the treatment.