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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 Ok?" 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 wanted to explain your presence there, "Mr. Gardner came and... we talked about... things, and I mentioned I didn't wanted... I mention how serious 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 concern 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 mucous tissue, which would greatly diminished any possible damage when he..." Andra 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 wellbeing 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 Ok, 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 Gabriel 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, Ok?" 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.

Andra smiled

WIP will finish tomorrow.