A Special Course of Treatment

Part 2

Not for those under 18 (or whatever the legal age for this sort of stuff is in your area). If you’re not that old, Boo! Go away now. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activities, especially non-consensual ones, then don’t read this. All characters and situations are fictional.

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By the end of the week Dr. Roberts seemed very pleased with Emily’s progress.

“I think you have come along very nicely,” he stated.

The young woman glanced down at her naked body. Not that it worried her any more to be naked. Not in front of her doctor and his assistant, at least. If Doctor Robert wasn’t present then it would have been scandalous, unthinkable.

But she felt quite comfortable standing in front of her doctor, arms out to the side and her legs ever so slightly spread.

Very comfortable. Why, she hardly felt tired at all, holding her arms out to the side as the treatment took effect.

And, of course, he mesmerised her every time.

She so wanted him to mesmerise her.

Had he mesmerised her today? Emily wasn’t sure. She thought he had. She remembered the watch swinging. So he must have.

That was good.

“Very nicely indeed,” Doctor Roberts indeed.

“Thank you, doctor,” Emily replied. It was so nice to know she didn’t have to worry about those spots more. And her complexion was so wonderful, over her whole body. Smooth and pale. Not a mark in sight. Beautiful. Except… “But, well.” Emily glanced down again. At her, her chest. Her bosom.

Miss Simmon had been so discreet, avoiding her bosom. So proper. But it did mean that her, well, her breasts made a marked contrast to the rest of her body. They weren’t as pale, the skin not as smooth. They looked almost odd.

“Ah yes,” Doctor Roberts nodded. “I knew that we would have to come to that. But first we need to speak about something else.”

“Something … something else?” Emily squeaked. From his tone she guessed that he had observed something else wrong with her. Something that needed treating.

If my doctor tells me that something is wrong with me, I will believe him.

Naked, and with her arms still out to the side, if there was something it was likely he would notice.

“Yes. I have not wanted to concern you while we were dealing with the issues with your skin. But surely you have noticed…” He didn’t say anything, simply pointing at her. Then moving his finger slightly up and to the side.

Emily frowned at him.

Doctor Roberts simply rose from his chair and came around to her side of his desk. He pointed again. This time it was clear that he was indicating between her legs and under her arm.

“The…” Emily’s frown deepened. “Do you mean my hair?”

“Of course,” Doctor Roberts nodded gravely. “ I haven’t wanted to say anything until now as we were dealing with other issues, but it is not natural.”

Emily simply blinked at him in surprise.

“Have you ever seen another woman with hair in those places?”

Emily tried to say something but failed. Of course she hadn’t seen such things. But then, she hadn’t seen another woman naked, so…

If my doctor tells me that something is wrong with me, I will believe him.

“Miss Simmons,” the doctor said, addressing his assistant. Who had been there the whole time. Emily didn’t mind at all being naked in front of the other woman. At least while her doctor was present. “Do you have hair in those places?”

“Oh no, doctor,” the redhead replied brightly. “None at all.”

“Just so,” Doctor Roberts declared firmly. “Now, Miss Hawkins, you wouldn’t want the hair increasing, would you?”

Emily frowned again.

“Well,” he explained. “There would have been a time when you had no such hair. Then it would have appeared. Left untreated, it may continue spreading.”

Emily gasped. That would be terrible. She didn’t want to think what she might look like. “Please doctor, can you help?”

“Oh yes,” Doctor Roberts smiled kindly. “It is quite simple. That is partly why I did not mention it until now. Miss Simmon, the second cream, if you please.”

“Yes doctor,” the other woman replied, turning and leaving the room.

“She will only be a moment,” Doctor Roberts said, resuming his seat. “It would be best if you stay like that.”

Emily supposed that her pose would make it easier to treat her hair. But couldn’t she relax now and adopt the pose again when Miss Simmons returned?

I trust my Doctor.

Emily stayed as she was.

She didn’t have to wait long, Miss Simmons soon returning. But her doctor’s eyes didn’t leave her the whole time.

That didn’t worry her at all.

“Miss Simmons, if you could,” the doctor directed when the redhead returned, bearing a different jar.

Emily simply stood there as Miss Simmons knelt before her. That made sense, it would allow the woman access to her, …, well, that place.

But then she felt the woman’s fingers on her ankle.

“Doctor?” Emly asked in confusion.

“The only hair on a woman’s body,” the doctor declared firmly. “Should be her eyebrows, eyelashes and of course the hair on her head. That is a woman’s pride and joy, is it not? But elsewhere? No, it is unnatural.  You will allow Miss Simmons to administer your treatment.”

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

“As I said,” he added reassuringly. “This is a simple treatment.  A single application is all that is required. After today you will not have to worry about such hair ever again.”

Emily nodded tightly as Miss Simmons' fingers slid slowly up her calves, the touch cool with the ointment. There was a slight tingle as well, is if she was being pricked ever so gently with a hundred needles. Was that the hairs vanishing? Falling out? Never to appear again?

She as so lucky that she had such an attentive physician.

The sensation moved to her thighs, that prickly continuing.

Then her arms, first the left, then the right. It will be alright, Emily told herself. The doctor said it was necessary. It would mean that her complexion would be even smoother, better, no hairs to mark it.

Miss Simmons moved to Emily’s neck and face, carefully avoiding Emily’s eyes.

I’ll have such a wonderful complexion.

Emily tensed, a moan escaping her lips, as Miss Simmons applied the ointment to her underarms, the pain magnifying.

She didn’t say a word.

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

Finally, the redhead moved to Emily’s most private place. Her fingers were gentle, slow, as if she knew that this would hurt, those needles biting deeper.

But there was something else, almost a pleasure to the other woman’s touch.

Doctor Robert’s eyes narrowed but he said nothing.

At least, not until Miss Simmons was finished.

“There,” he smiled. “Done. A perfectly natural specimen of womanhood. I will want to see you in three days, to ensure that the treatment has been fully effective. Miss Simmons will give you a time.”

Emily knew that she being dismissed. She quickly dressed and left.

At least her body was much more natural now.

---

There were still lingering doubts.

“Jane,” she asked her friend that night as they sat together in the parlour of the boarding house. “Do you have any, well, hair?”

Her friend laughed and shook her head. “Of course I do, silly. What’s this?”  She held out a lock of her brunette hair.

“No,” Emily whispered, even though no-one else was present. “I mean, anywhere else?”

“Oh no,” her friend replied earnestly. “Never. That wouldn’t be natural.”

---

“Good morning, Miss Hawkins.”

“Good morning, Doctor Roberts,” Emily replied.

Without another word, Doctor Roberts reached for his watch. Emily had expected that he would want to see if her treatment had been effective. But this was better. He was going to mesmerise her.

She needed her doctor to mesmerise her.

“Back and forth.”

She didn’t need to be told to let her eyes follow the watch. She wanted to.

It felt so good to have her doctor mesmerise her.

“Deeper and deeper. Down into that warm comfortable place.”

It was so easy to fall. She was so good at it now.

“You will allow your doctor to examine you in any way he sees fit. You will feel relaxed and comfortable with this.”

He’d told her that before. It was so easy to agree.

“If your doctor tells you that something is wrong with you, you will believe him.”

More thoughts that he had already given her. Reinforcing them. Strengthening them.

“You will accept any treatments that he prescribes.”

So easy to accept his words when there was nothing else in her mind.

Emily was already standing up, taking her clothes off, when she came back to herself. She didn’t mind. Her doctor would need to examine her.

I will be comfortable disrobing in front of my doctor.

And her doctor had mesmerised her. Just as she wanted.

It wasn’t a quick process, undressing, not with everything she had on. Jacket, blouse, skirt. Everything underneath all that. Removing her hat, letting her hair fall free. Through it all, her doctor’s eyes didn’t leave her.

It was reassuring that he was so attentive to her health.

Emily simply stood there, naked, as he approached. Her eyes fixed straight ahead. It seemed the right thing to do. He lifted one of her arms, examined it. Then looked underneath. Then he bent over, examining her centre. There was a flutter of nervousness in her at that. At a man looking at her, her…

I will allow my doctor to examine me  in any way he sees fit.

He was just her doctor. Seeing to her health. There was nothing untoward about it all.

“Very good,” Doctor Roberts nodded as he straightened. “That condition has been successfully treated.”

Emily smiled. That was good. He was taking such good care of her.

“But…” Doctor Roberts added, breaking her happy mood.

“Is…,” Emily swallowed nervously. “Is there something else the matter?”

“I noticed something as Miss Simmons administered your treatment,” the doctor observed gravely. “If I may,” he added holding out his hand.

Emily didn’t know what he meant.

I trust my doctor.

That hand reached out approached her centre.

He can’t be!

I trust my doctor.

Firmly, but gently, those fingers stroked the denuded skin, just to the side of her opening.

I… I will allow my doctor to examine me  in any way he sees fit.

There was a heat rising in her. A sensation she’d never felt before, something she didn’t recognise. Something dark and molten and oh so tempting.

Those fingers were grazing her lower lips now, back and forth. Emily’s eyelids fluttered, a moan escaping her lips. The doctor’s fingers travelled oh so slightly higher, circling the nub that she knew lay nestled there, caressing it, pressing down on it. His thumb remained there, an aching, wonderful pressure as his fingers returned to her lower lips.

Her knees began to buckle but Emil knew that she had to stay standing.

I will allow my doctor to examine me in any way he sees fit.

“Oh God,” she cried as his other hand found her right breast, his thumb flicking over nipple in time with the pressure from his other hand.

The pleasure was too much, something she’d never imagined.

Then even that was surpassed as his fingers entered her. His fingers were inside her and she was being stretched and it felt so wonderful the friction against her inner walls and…

I will allow my doctor to examine me  in any way he sees fit.

Teasing, tormenting, the need cascading through her. Something growing, blossoming, consuming her as those fingers probed her depths.  Emily’s thoughts shattered, her breath coming in great heaving gasps, as something exploded through her, pleasure she’d never known, consuming everything.

Doctor Roberts stepped back, wiping his hand on a plain white cloth.

“Please, Miss Hawkins,” he smiled. “Sit down.”

Emily collapsed into her chair, wonderful, amazing tingles, still running through her. Her nipples were hard points and she felt like she’d run a mile.

It felt wonderful.

“It was as I feared,” Doctor Roberts announced seriously.

“Wha-what?” Emily managed. Her whole body was delightfully lethargic. How could something be wrong?

“You suffer from a condition called hysterical paroxysm. I thought so from your reaction to your most recent treatment administered by Miss Simmons.”

“But, but,” Emily spluttered. It was embarrassing, talking about his with her doctor. But she trusted him. “It felt so good.”

“Does an alcoholic not feel good as he consumes wine and spirits? A gambling addict feel pleasure as he wastes his money? A madman exalt in his delusions? And you yourself? Did you not lose control of your thoughts? Did you not moan and cry out? Did you not lose all sense of decorum?”

“Well, I…” She didn’t know what to say.

“It is a malady and it needs to treated,” Doctor Roberts stated firmly. “Such a loss of control in a woman is deplorable. Where you not out of your mind?”

If my doctor tells me that something is wrong with me, I will believe him.

“Yes, Doctor,” Emily replied meekly.

“There is more.” Emily’s eyes flew wide at the doctor’s words. “Do not worry. We can treat it all at the same time. The wart at your centre and the unusual protrusion of your nipples.”

“Do, you, do you mean?” Emily pointed at the nub nestled above her opening. And what was wrong with her nipples?

“Yes,” Doctor Roberts replied. “Perhaps an illustration is in order. Miss Simmons!”

“Yes, doctor?” the redhead replied after she entered the room.

“If you could remove your upper garments, please.”

“Of course, doctor,” his assistant nodded, as if he was request was nothing surprising at all.

“But, but,” Emily spluttered. It was one thing for her to be naked. She hadn’t recovered her clothes. But that didn’t matter she was quite comfortable being naked in front of her doctor and his assistant. For Miss Simmons to disrobe in front of her was unthinkable.

“I consider it necessary,” Doctor Roberts declared, sensing her unease.

I trust my doctor.

The redhead proceeded to remove her blouse, corset cover and corset. She then slipped her shift from her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist.

Emily simply stared at the other woman.

Miss Simmons had such a wonderful complexion, pale and even, not a mark in sight. Smooth and unbroken across all her upper body. Including her breasts, which stood proud and free. Their complexion matching the rest of the redhead. Pale and smooth and not even the hint of a vein.

Something like envy rose in Emily.

And then the redhead’s nipples…

Oh.

There were two red circles on each of Miss Simmon’s breasts. One inside the other, the inner slightly darker than the outer. Just that colouring. Not the slightest hint of a protrusion.

“As you can see,” Doctor Roberts declared, rising from his seat and running a hand over Miss Simmons’ left breast. The woman showed not the slightest reaction. “Perfectly even with the skin. And a clear, fixed border with the rest of the bosom, not fading into it. A perfect example of how a woman’s breasts and nipples should be. Isn’t that right, Miss Simmons?”

“Oh yes, doctor,” his assistant acknowledged. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Miss Simmons,” Doctor Roberts smiled. “You may redress. Then please fetch Miss Hawkins’ next treatment if you would.”

The woman did exactly that, Emily’s head in a whirl. There was so much that had been wrong with her.

“You will apply this cream,” Doctor Roberts instructed her after Miss Simmons had returned and left again, “to your centre and your bosom every night before bed. Inside and out.” Emily swallowed nervously. She knew what she would have to do.

I will accept any treatments my doctor prescribes.

“Not only will it remove those unsightly and potentially dangerous protrusions, but it will also complete the treatment of your complexion. Most importantly, it will cure you of your susceptibility to hysterical paroxysm. Now, you must be careful. As you apply the cream, you may feel about coming on. If so, simply cease application and wait for the onset to pass. I guarantee that, after a week of treatment, you will never have such a loss of control again. The feelings will never reoccur.”

“Oh,” Emily replied gratefully. “Thank you, doctor.”

---

That night, Emily stood nervously in the middle of her room. She was alone, of course. But that did little to quell her anxiety. She was naked. She had to apply the cream to her, well… To her breasts and her…

Should I do it standing up?

That didn’t seem like such a good idea. She could remember the effect when Miss Simmons had applied the cream that had rid her of her unwanted hair.

She crawled on to her bed.

Where to start? she wondered, glancing down at her naked form. 

Dipping her fingers into the jar, she made sure that she had a good amount. Slowly her hand approached her right breast. She frowned at the ugly protrusion that rose from it. She’d thought it was normal. But her doctor had set her right about that. 

Cautiously, she smeared some of the ointment on her breast.

Oh!

Even with that gentle touch, she had to bite her lip, a bolt searing through her.

It’s not that distracting, I can…

Warmth grew in her centre as she continued stroking her breast, applying more cream.

I will not be dominated by this.

Emily kept her firm intention, even as the sensations grew. As that protrusion, and the one on her other breast grew larger, harder.

Awful things.

She’d be rid of them soon. Within the week, if her doctor was to be believed.

I believe my doctor.

At least she would be rid of them, if she applied the cream to the protrusions.

Oh. Oh my.

Emily’s hips bucked, the young woman writhing on the bed, as her fingers found her nipple, smeared the cream on it. Something alive raced between her breast and her centre.

Her hand shot away.

That was… too much. I need to get this over with. Maybe both at once?

Dipping her other hand in the cream she brought both hands to her breasts, her nipples now worryingly large and firm.

“Oh! Oh!”

Emily had to drag her hands away, the sensations too much, her heart racing. Her doctor had said to let any sensations subside before they overtook her.

I trust my doctor.

After a few minutes, her heartbeat slowing and her mind clearing, Emily thought that she could trust herself again.

Perhaps I’d better start … down there.

If anything, that was worse, her whole body tensing as her fingers slid over her bare skin, touched her lower lips. She had to stop more than once, the sensations almost overpowering, her breath coming in gasps, her chest heaving. Something treacherous in her wanted to ignore her doctor’s orders, tip her over the edge. It promised bliss.

But she held firm, never letting herself go that far. Even as her fingers trailed over her lower lips, leaving the cream in their wake. Stopping. Letting the sensations fade. She did almost lose herself as her fingers found that nub, what the doctor had termed a wart, that lay between her legs, her vision dissolving into stars.

She had to wait for a good few minutes before she could risk proceeding.

She even managed to slip her fingers inside herself, just a little.

But not too far, the feelings too great.

Are they any smaller? Emily asked herself the next morning, peering at her nipples. She wasn’t sure. Maybe. Perhaps they were a little redder. Not the clear, vibrant, colour of Miss Simmon’s, but just a little closer.

She was sure the sensations were just a little less that night, Emily able to grasp her breasts as she massaged the cream in. She still had to stop every now and then, teetering dizzily on edge. She was able to get her fingers a little further inside without risking another bout of delirium.  Pushing, probing, stroking the cream in. Healing herself.

Her nub was still a danger, the sensations raw and hot as her finger circled over it as she applied the cream.

She pulled back, as her doctor had told her to.

By the third day she was certain that her nipples were shrinking, the edge between her areola and the rest of her breast now more defined. Her breasts themselves were noticeably paler, smoother. The blue lines of her veins fading from view. Just like the rest of her skin.

Everything was as it should be.

By the fourth night she was able to thrust her fingers in and out herself.  She still had to stop, now and then, the sensations creeping up on her. But fainter. She could go longer before the urge was almost too much.

After dressing the next morning, Emily headed downstairs for breakfast, eager to tell her friend Jane how happy she was with Doctor Roberts. She wouldn’t give the particulars of her ailment and treatment of course. That would be undignified, to say the least.

She was surprised when her friend wasn’t there.

“I’m sorry,” Miss Brown told her. “But Jane has left.”

“Left?” Emily exclaimed. “Without even saying goodbye?”

“Yes, dear,” the older smiled benignly. “Apparently, she found a better position but she had to go quickly. She did leave you a letter.”

Mrs Brown handed Emily a folded piece of paper. It was a letter, in Jane’s handwriting. Her friend was very apologetic about her sudden departure.

Please forgive me, but this opportunity is simply too good to pass up. I am sure we shall each other again.

Emily sighed. What else could she do? But she still had her treatments.

By the fifth night she had no doubts that the unwanted protrusions on her nipples were receding. The circles were clear and red, just like Miss Simmons. There was still something there, something that hardened just a little as she applied the cream. But so much less than it had been.

The fleshy lips around her lower opening were receding as well. Her doctor hadn’t mentioned that, but Emily was sure everything was proceeding as he intended. They were certainly less sensitive than they had been. She could massage the cream into them forcefully now before she felt any sensation at all.

She could get her fingers so far inside herself as well.

The nub just above her opening was the most problematic. To Emily’s relief, it was definitely smaller than it had been, maybe only a quarter the size now, just a slight rise above her bare skin, but any touch to it still sent feelings rolling through her. Less. More controllable. But still there.

The sixth night brought a smile of wonder to her face. Those ugly protrusions on her breasts were gone! Totally gone! Her flesh was smooth and even, nothing interrupting it. All there was were the circles of colour, just like Miss Simmons had. Emily was still careful to apply the cream. Her doctor had said that she needed the full week. Seven nights of treatment.  So she applied the cream to her breasts. That was easy now. No disturbing sensations. Why, it was as easy to touch them as any other part of her body.

Those fleshy protrusions around her opening had vanished as well.  The opening itself seemed so much simpler, almost refined. Just a simple slit and nothing more. 

That seemed so much more proper for a young lady to have.

And the nub itself was almost gone, a slight rise on her otherwise smooth skin. The sensations when she massaged the cream into the area were just an echo of what they had been earlier in the week. She didn’t have to stop once.

It was the same as she applied the cream inside her opening. Of course she could feel her fingers. But it was nothing special. Perhaps the same as if she had placed her fingers in her mouth. No awful temptations of pleasure, threatening to lead her into delirium.

She was sure that she was cured.

That certainty was only reinforced in the morning when she examined herself.  The skin of her breasts was perfectly smooth under her hands, the complexion pale and unblemished. No marks, not a hint of a vein. No ugly protrusion at all. Just the red circles. As she examined her bosom there was no more sensation than if her hands were on her stomach or her arms

The nub between her legs was gone. No distracting sensations at all as her fingers trailed over where it had been.

Just as it should be.

Her doctor seemed just as pleased as he examined her.

Emily had quickly disrobed. She felt no hesitation at all. Why should she? It was only her doctor seeing her, not even Miss Simmons present. And he had cured her of so many problems.

“Most satisfactory,” Doctor Roberts announced, after peering closely at her breasts and the area between her legs. “A perfectly natural specimen of womanhood. But…”

“But?” Emily asked. Hadn’t everything been treated now?  Her complexion was wonderful even, all over her body. Her unsightly hair gone, and those awful lumps and protrusions treated. Plus she wasn’t subject to those terrible feelings anymore.

“I am sure everything is as it should,” Doctor Roberts replied reassuringly, apparently sensing her concern. “But it is important that I be certain.”

Oh well. That makes sense. Her doctor did take such good care of her.

“Now, if you could place your hands on my desk. Yes, just like that,” he continued as Emily complied. “Lean forward, just slightly. Head up. Look straight ahead. Now spread your legs. Very good. Please do not move.”

Emily stood there, wondering what the doctor was going to do. Her head started to turn as she heard some odd rustling noises behind her. Almost like clothes being removed.

“Keep looking straight ahead!” Doctor Roberts ordered firmly.

Emily did. She trusted her doctor.

“Now then,” he said, his voice much calmer. “Tell me, what can you feel?”

His hands had reached around from behind her, were examining her breasts.

Isn’t that… The thought died.

I trust my doctor.

I will allow my doctor to examine me  in any way he sees fit.

“I can feel your hands on my breasts,” Emily replied calmly.

“Anything more than that?” He was gripping them quite firmly, kneading them, his fingers pressing into her flesh.

“No, doctor,” Emily replied as the examination continued.

“No unwanted sensations?” His hands were almost engulfing her breasts.

“No, doctor.” Her voice was wonderfully calm. Why wouldn’t it be? Her doctor was examining her and there were no terrible feelings to distract her.

“Would you say it is the same as this?” he asked, his hands leaving her breasts and massaging her upper arms.

“Yes, doctor,” Emily replied happily. “Just like that.”

“Very good,” her doctor declared evenly. “Now, can you feel this?”

Fingers had reached between her legs, were trailing down the line of her opening. After a few strokes, they thrust inside.

“I can feel your fingers, doctor. And, um, a dampness?’ The last was added uncertainly.

“As it should be,” her doctor reassured her. “But no distracting sensations?’ he asked as his fingers thrust in and out of her rhythmically. “No hint of delirium? No urge to move your hips?”

“No, doctor,” Emily replied as his examination continued. “Perhaps the dampness is a little greater.”

“That is to be expected. You are able to stay quite still?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“How about now?” he asked.

“Your thumb is moving over where the wart was,” Emily replied. “But I don’t feel anything special.”

“Excellent!” her doctor. “I think you are totally cured. But we need one last test.  Please continue to stand perfectly still and continue looking straight ahead.”

Emily sensed Doctor Roberts approaching. He was pressing his body into hers. She felt something at her opening. Then something longer and harder than his fingers, thicker, entered her. It was almost withdrawn before being inside again.

“Remain as you are,” her doctor ordered, the thrusts coming harder and more frequent. His hands were back on her breasts, his fingers digging deep. “You feel no sense of delirium? No unwanted sensations?”

“No, doctor,” Emily replied calmly.

There were no words from Doctor Roberts, his only response a grunt.

I am so fortunate to have such an attentive physician.

He his hands still kneading her breasts, so firmly, the doctor grunted again, whatever instrument he was using to examine her lower opening thrusting so far inside. Emily could feel that, but it was no more than if he had used a tongue depressor on her mouth.

She simply stayed there, accepting the examination.

The instrument remained within her for more than a few moments, then seemed to deflate.

“Please remain there,” her doctor ordered, sounding almost breathless. Emily again heard that rustle almost of clothes, but that couldn’t be right.

“Please resume your seat,” Doctor Roberts instructed her, coming into her view as he took his own. He was fully clothed.

See. It can’t have been his clothes I heard.

She wasn’t concerned by her own nakedness.

“I deem you totally cured,” her doctor announced. “A perfectly natural specimen of womanhood. I would, however, like to offer you an optional treatment.”

Emily’s brow creased. “Another treatment?”

“Hmm,” Doctor Roberts pondered. “Perhaps I should show you.” he headed for the door.

Emily reached for her clothes.

“There’s no need for that.”

Emily withdrew her hand from the pile of her garments. She trusted her doctor.

Even so, it was with some trepidation that, naked, she followed him out of his consulting room. They didn’t go far, Doctor Roberts leading her to a door which opened onto stairs leading down. He flicked a switch, which Emily recognised as controlling an electric light.

The area below filled with illumination.

It wasn’t the light that had her attention at the bottom of the stairs.

It was the women, perhaps a dozen or more. Simply standing there. In a variety of poses. Hands by their sides, on hips. In hair. Half turned. Some at attention, other leaning slightly forward. Two with their backs arched. Slight smiles on some faces, others blank.

Almost all naked. There was one wearing a skirt and nothing else and another who just had a corset, the garment cut low, half of her vibrant red circles visible over its top edge.

All of the women were attractive.

None of them moved at all, every one of them standing there motionless.

“As you can see,” Doctor Roberts said, approaching the nearest woman, a pretty brunette who had one hand on her hip and another buried in her long hair. “They are all perfect specimens of womanhood.”

His hand indicated first the woman’s breasts, each adorned only by the two red circles Emily was now so familiar with. No unwanted protrusions. The women’s complexions were so even, unmarked, their bodies free of any unsightly hair. Between their legs, their openings just visible, demure, delicate, slits.

Perfect specimens, as the doctor said.

Emily’s eyes flicked from one woman to another, until her eyes landed on a familiar face. “Jane!” she exclaimed. Her friend simply stood there, glassy-eyed, giving no reaction to Emily.

“Ah yes, Miss Cooper,” Doctor Roberts smiled. “Another patient successfully treated.”

Emily didn’t know what to think, her eyes fixed on Jane’s naked form. “But, but… She’s not moving. Is she…?”

“Oh, she is perfectly healthy,” the doctor reassured her, approaching the stiff brunette and patting her on a naked shoulder. Jane tottered slightly, but then settled back into place, her eyes still vacant. “But, like the others, I have cured her of the final illness. Aging!”

Emily’s head whirled.

“I would offer the same treatment to you.”

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

“Er, I, uh, well,” Emily stammered nervously. She crept up to her friend, laid a hand on the brunette’s shoulder.

Jane’s skin wasn’t just pale and unblemished. It was hard and shiny. Smooth. Almost like … plaster? No, smoother and harder than that. And the shine.

Almost like glass.

“I, um. But are they always…?”

“Like this?” the doctor replied, giving Emily a reassuring look. “No. I do suspend the treatment, to check on them. An examination, once a month. Like the one I just gave you. To ensure that everything is as it should be. I do check on them regularly at other times as well. They receive the most excellent care.”

“But what?” Emily, her eyes still locked on Jane. Her friend’s expression was unchanging; a soft smile locked on her pretty features.

"I call the process vitrification,” the doctor replied, looking very pleased with himself.

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

“It is for the best,” Doctor Roberts declared, kindly but firmly.

“I.”

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

He was holding out his hand.

I trust my doctor.

I believe my doctor.

I will accept any treatment that my doctor prescribes.

Slowly, without saying a word, Emily reached out her hand.

The doctor led her to a corner of the room, where a large cylinder stood. Emily hadn’t noticed it until then, distracted by the array of figures in the room.

“Step inside, please,” her doctor instructed her, after opening a hinged glass door.

Emily did.

“Hmm,” the doctor pondered. “For your first time, perhaps a simple pose. Feet together, hands by your side. Looking straight ahead.”

Emily hurriedly complied but then Doctor Roberts frowned.

“Actually, feet a few inches apart. I will need to examine you.”

Emily did just as she was told.

Her doctor shut the door.

What, what now?

Doctor Roberts moved to what appeared to be the controls of a large machine. He flicked two switches, turned a valve control.

Liquid rushed into the cylinder.

I,

I trust my doctor.

The liquid reached her calves. Her hips.

I trust my doctor.

Her breasts.

I trust my doctor.

It covered her mouth. She couldn’t breathe.

I trust my doctor.

Doctor Roberts reached for one last switch.

I trust my d-

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“An excellent room, if I do say so myself,” Mrs Brown declared. “Everything a young lady new to the city requires.”

“Ah yes, it does look quite good,” Mary replied. It was neat and clean and more spacious than the other rooms she’d looked at. And she did need to find somewhere.

“This is a respectable house of course,” Mrs Brown continued. “No gentleman callers.”

“Of course not,” Mary replied, looking around the room. She wasn’t looking for that sort of attention. Even though she was often complimented on her looks and long dark hair.

Mrs Brown let her examine the room for a while before speaking again. “Oh, and if you have any concerns with your health, may I recommend Doctor Roberts? He is a singularly talented physician. He is quite experienced with treating female … issues and his rates are very reasonable.”

Mary did have a slight cough. Maybe it’s just that I’m new to the city? Well, what can it hurt to consult with a doctor?

(The End)