Chapter 4: Resolution
Jane sat with her legs hanging off the edge of the cold, sterile table, her feet swinging back and forth. The smell of the examination room gnawed at her nostrils, made worse by the sting in her nose as she twisted her hands in her lap. Pale green tiles lined the wall like fish scales, reflecting on the shiny steel countertops that hosted a slew of surgical equipment Jane couldn't name.
Exposed for all to see, draped in paper-thin sheets as white as freshly fallen snow, Jane shivered.
She tried to unclench her fists, forced her fingers to still in her lap, but her palms remained moist and hot. Dr. Thompson's voice echoed softly from behind, reciting a dull, detached spiel of medical terms and body parts she knew too well by now. She listened to the rustle of the cotton gloves and the clink of metal against metal; all while the doctor gently parted her legs.
"There, now, Jane, just relax," Dr. Thompson murmured as he inspected her.
"Yes, there we are." Before she could recoil, he slipped on a pair of transparent medical goggles, and a chill of vulnerability slithered down Jane's spine. He leaned in closer, his eyes magnified, the nearness of his face stirring a peculiar discomfort in her. Never before had a man been this intimate with her—and never under these circumstances.
But to her surprise, the doctor's fingers danced along her skin with a gentle touch, tracing patterns in a feverish warmth that coursed along her thighs.
She could feel the tender pressure of his fingertips at the apex of her legs, the callouses on his skin deliciously rough against her softness.
Dr. Thompson cleared his throat, his breath fanning her mound, and Jane fought to stifle a whimper. He pulled back her clitoral hood, exposing her glans to the chill in the air. A hiss escaped Jane's lips as he tugged at the delicate flesh.
"Ah, yes, I see what you mean," he murmured, almost to himself..
"Yes, more adhesions," he announced, prodding at the edges of her labia.
A sudden surge of pain made Jane buck, and she gasped as the doctor shook his head.
"I was afraid of that. These adhesions are increasingly common, and we'll certainly need to see about treating them before things worsen."
Jane could barely hear Dr. Thompson over the ringing in her ears. She was still reeling from the stinging pain that pulsed through her core.
She felt like a fragile piece of glass, held precariously between two fingers.
The doctor's eyes studied her, obscured by those damnable goggles.
"Jane," Dr. Thompson's voice brought her back to reality, "I have to inform you that the adhesions are becoming more of a problem than we initially anticipated."
Her heart stuttered, sinking to her stomach. He was about to say something she didn't want to hear.
"I regret to inform you that we will need to place a cap on your clitoral glans."
She blinked, uncertain she heard him correctly. "A cap?"
"Yes, Jane, a cap designed to keep the adhesions from forming further and to allow the area to heal properly. It's a relatively simple procedure."
Her mind reeled at the thought of a cap on her clitoris.
She'd heard of procedures like that, but only in hushed whispers between women who spoke in veiled terms about their pain and discomfort.
"Jane, I understand this might seem daunting," Dr. Thompson continued, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. "But I want you to know that this is a common practice in our society to maintain the healthy functioning of a woman's body."
She shivered, both at his touch and the chill that crept into her bones at his words.
"Yes, I see," Jane whispered, a newfound nervousness creeping into her voice.
"We'll have to get this taken care of immediately." Dr. Thompson picked up a strange, clear, lens-like object, the likes of which Jane had never seen.
"This is a hard contact lens-shaped cap," he explained, holding it up for her to see. "It's designed to fit perfectly over your glans and prevent any further adhesions from forming."
Her throat went dry as she watched him place the cap on a sterile tray and pick up a long, thin instrument that looked like a pair of tweezers.
"I'll have to remove the adhesions first, I'm afraid," he said apologetically, before gently parting her folds.
Jane's chest tightened as she felt the cold, sharp tip of the instrument press against her skin. With practiced ease, Dr. Thompson proceeded to dissect the adhesions with a mechanical precision that made her tremble.
Inch by inch, he teased them apart, fueling an unexpected wave of pleasure that caught her breath.
The sensation of his fingers on her most intimate parts was a strange mix of pain and pleasure. She felt exposed and violated, yet she couldn't deny the heat pooling in her belly.
Her core was on fire, begging to be touched.
But just as she was about to surrender to the sensation, the doctor's cold, hard plastic cap pressed against her glans. Jane couldn't help but wince, the sting of the plastic against her sensitive skin almost too much to bear.
"I apologize, Jane. I know this might be uncomfortable, but I assure you it's for your own good," Dr. Thompson murmured, carefully adjusting the cap on her sensitive nub.
Jane nodded, gripping the sides of the examination table, focusing on the cool metal beneath her fingertips to distract herself from the intrusive sensation. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, reminding herself that this was just another part of the procedure, a necessary step to keep her body functioning properly.
Dr. Thompson's eyes met hers, a look equal parts sympathy and determination. "Alright, Jane, I'm going to make the necessary adjustments now."
Jane nodded, and her stomach clenched as the doctor adjusted the cap. The pressure intensified, and she bit her lip, her entire body tensing.
And then, without warning, the gentle brush of Dr. Thompson's finger against her clitoral glans sent a jolt of pleasure through her, setting off an avalanche of sensations Jane hadn't anticipated.