special treatment

the first consulation

We walked in to find a young secretary who told us to go straight through the waiting room, as Dr Ray was waiting for us. The waiting room and corridors were well done up, and I realised that in saving money on location, this small business was able to splash out on the interior decorations. Down the hall past several doors, we walked in to meet Dr Ray. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but he was a tall man with big muscles, towering over myself and my daughter, as we were both fairly short. He wore a lab coat and was warm in his greeting. Both Emily and I were feeling a bit more comfortable when he had us sit down and exchanged a few pleasantries.

He explained in a fair amount of detail his theory of sexual tension in teenagers, and how to best relieve this without the need for the rather "sexually advanced" method of a girl and boy exploring each other. His therapy involved part psychological treatment, with discussions of feelings, and part medical treatment. The second part he explained could only be undertaken if the patient was over eighteen. Emma was eager to tell him that she turned eighteen in two days, and Dr Ray suggested we come in for the first session after then. Going back to his treatment, he got my daughter to stand up and indicated different regions where sexual tension was held, and explained that with a liquid formula developed relatively recently, this tension could be released. Here he went more serious, bringing out a device about six inches long and as thick as my finger, and told us that the only way for the liquid to be effective was to deploy it inside the vagina. I tried to remain calm as I thought of this treatment being used on my daughter, and Emma, standing next to Dr Ray had a smirk of nervous thoughts at the strange idea.

When no verbal reaction came, he went on, saying that the deployment took some time, anywhere between half an hour to two hours depending on the amount and strength required. He let us take that in, organising a few papers before he said there was one more thing on the agenda of the initial meeting -- a discussion of clothing.

He got my daughter to stand closer to him in the open, and looked over her clothing. She was not much taller than him when he was sitting. He got her to turn around and his eyes lingered on her bubble butt through her shorts (with a barbie batch on the right cheek, how embarrassing for me!) and her bare legs. Her skin was a golden tan colour given to her from her mother's Spanish decent. His eyes travelled up over her skinny waist and tummy, and her small breasts. Finally he smiled and looked up at her cute, innocent face, deep brown eyes, and her straight dark hair.

I expected him to tell me it was horrendous, encouraging sexual thoughts, but he surprised me again. He stated, "I understand why you are worried about your little girl's innocence, but... this type of clothing can be beneficial for a teenager to wear. By wearing such body-hugging attire, this will result in her resilience to males not being damaged, but rather strengthened. She will be more able to deter guys from her, and this is an important life lesson for any young girl. Men can be animals, especially when in the presence of such a beautiful young woman."

I found myself nodding to his final line as Emily smiled at the doctor in mild embarrassment. So we took in his suggestion for her to wear her skimpy clothes to all her future sessions.

We left in good spirits, and were informed that the initial consultation was free. In the car, I scolded myself for not asking the costs involved for next time; if there was to be a next time.

I consulted with the wife at home, and she too was a little concerned about the medical deployment in our daughters' vagina. But when I told her of the story of the young builder's cousin, she was optimistic that our daughter should be given the same opportunity. We talked, too, to Emma, and she was willing but not too keen to undertake the treatment. But the pro's outweighed the cons and by the end of the night we had decided to book in another trip to Daddy's Little Girl therapy. I also liked the name of the clinic, it reminded me that she was MY daughter and I had responsibility for her well-being. I loved my daughter, and wanted to give her the best chance in life.