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Someone's knocking at the door,
somebody's ringing the bell,
do me a favor, open the door
and let 'em in.
-- Wings/McCartney
A Life Ever Changing #21
Ringing the Bell
By Angel
It had been over three hours and I needed to call Barbara. I knew she was
waiting for my call restless and fidgety! I could just picture her sitting
next to the phone very anxiously...
Home was just 10 minutes away. Lost in thought those few minutes can stretch
on for an eternity. I was sitting in the back seat with the present sitting
on the seat between my mother and me. Grace was driving and Aunt Harriet
looked lost in thought as I glanced at her. All was quiet in the car now.
I guess the full impact of what really took place had settled on everyone.
Grace was the only one wearing a smile like she knew something we had not
all realized yet. I looked at my mother and she was deep in thought
oblivious to everything else. I decided to put off any deep thinking for the
moment and reached for my latest present. I have been getting several of
these lately. How many does that make now? Betty's, Lucy's, Grace's, Anna's,
My Mom's, Aunt Harriet's and now Mrs. Meier's.
(POP QUIZ Dear Reader's! What did each of these women give to me? The
reader's who answer at the "Hyperboard" correctly will receive an updated
copy by e-mail of my story. GOOD LUCK!)
The present was large but not too heavy. It was wrapped in the stores paper
and had their logo imprinted on it. Tied with twine and taped on the ends.
I' untied the twine and carefully loosened the tape and unwrapped the paper.
Grace was the only one that took any notice of what I was doing. I had seen
her eyes reflecting back at me as I glanced into the rearview mirror. The
others? Still lost deep in thought and reflecting on events recently past.
The box itself was one recycled from a supplier. I unfolded the flaps and
looked inside. On top was the bra I was promised. I lifted it out and looked
at the package still sealed and brand new. "COMFORT BRA" it read. I opened
the package and slid out the bra holding it in my hands. It felt very soft
and was stretchy. Light, airy and sheer with a flower pattern weaved into
the cups. I noticed the back had three hooks with three different rows of
them to choose from. The shoulder straps were wide and fully padded. I
refolded it and slid it back into its package. I laid it aside and looked in
the box once again.
I was surprised to find a set of diapers, four of them imprinted with pink,
blue and yellow flowers. I set these aside and peeked at the rearview mirror
seeing Grace smiling even bigger! Hmm. I smiled back wondering why I had
received a set. I knew I would find out! I already knew what diapers felt
like to wear! I guess Mrs. Meier's didn't know that though.
I looked in the box once more and found two matching plastic panties but
these had four rows of wide lace on the fanny part! One had pink and white
lace while the other had yellow and blue. OH FRIPSY! Very cute they would be
on a baby or child. These though were for an adult! I put these aside as
well and looked back into the box.
Now this was nice! It was a stethoscope and not a cheap model either!
Colored white, it came with several cloth sleeves you could cover the black
tubing changing its color. There was a pink one, a blue one and a white one
with red flowers. Interesting I would have never thought of such a detail as
this! I set these aside and looked in once more.
A blue cuff with a heavy metal gauge hooked to it. On the package it red
"SPHYGMOMANOMETER" (Ed.--Yes, that is spelled right. :)) and in smaller
print it read "BLOOD PRESSURE CUFF WITH GAUGE" Oh, ok! COOL!
I set this aside and found another package with a clear plastic cover.
Inside it held several bottles of massage lotions and oils. Hmm. Next to
that was another package that held baby oil, a small pair of scissors and a
very small electric shaver shaped like hair clippers. In small lettering it
read "PRE-OP PREP KIT" and "PERI-AREA PREP." Ok, I got it now! Secretly
hoping I would have a chance at giving AUNTIE a cute little heart shaped
design! I chuckled to myself quietly.
On the very bottom of the box I found a very peculiar package. It was fairly
fat and square but long. It read "INTERNAL DOUCHE KIT." It continued
describing the contents, which were hard for me to understand so I opened it
to see what it looked like. HOLY FRAPST! Colored all pink there was a fairly
large squeeze bulb that could hold a cup or two of solution. Yes, several
packages of powdered douche solution and what I lifted out next really
surprised me!
It looked like a pink penis! Flatter at the tip but it was slightly curved
and had four holes running in three rows down the sides from the tip about
one-quarter the way down. It must have been at least six inches long! I
remember seeing what I thought at the time was a hot water bottle hanging
from the showerhead at home. It had a long tube with a slim curved nozzle on
the end with holes in it. I had thought it to be a deeper penetrating nozzle
for enemas! Yes, I, as well as my little brother and sister had received
enemas in the past. The nozzle was shorter than this one was and the hole
was at the tip. Hmm. I got it now!
But why this model? It looked a lot bigger to me! What was the advantage
this particular model had over the one my mother used? I would ask Grace
later. I looked up at the rearview mirror and Grace looked like she was
going to bust a gut trying not to laugh out loud! She finally broke and let
out a series of giggles. Nobody but Grace and I heard a thing. My mother and
Harriet were still lost in their own words.
The box was empty now and I quickly put everything back in as we arrived at
Harriet's house. Wait! Something just fell out of the small stack of
diapers! It was a sealed envelope with Rachel written on it. Hmm.
Grace was laughing out loud now no longer able to contain herself! My mother
and aunt Harriet were looking at her strangely as they came out of their own
little worlds. I must have turned red because Grace just laughed all the
harder while pointing at me trying to tell the others why she was laughing
so hard.
She reached over and opened the glove compartment and pressed a button. The
trunk lid popped open all by itself! WOW! COOL! You could open the trunk
from inside the car! (Ed.--Something that was very rare and very cool in
1969.)
Grace had gotten herself under control and was telling the others why she
was laughing. She said, "You should have seen Rachel's expressions as she
pulled the items out of the package Mrs. Meier's had given her! I wish I
could have taken pictures!" She chuckled again and said, "Wait until we get
everything inside and I will show you what I mean. I know Rachel has a few
questions and we all should help her with providing her with the answers."
She started laughing again and I was getting a nervous!
They each grabbed as much as they could which emptied the trunk as I carried
the box into the house. Aunt Harriet told us to take everything into the
recreation room in the basement.
Her basement was refinished a few years ago complete with a separate full
bathroom and guest room. It had a pool table, stereo, TV, couch and several
chairs it was carpeted wall to wall. It was like a small apartment without a
kitchen. It did have a small refrigerator though and a small wet bar! All
this was in just one half of the basement. The other half was a small
private beauty shop, which had everything she needed for one client at a
time. We placed all the items on the pool table and sat down.
I jumped up and said, "BARBRA! I have to call Barbara!" I ran upstairs and
dialed the number. She picked up on the first ring! She sounded like she was
crying. I said, "Barbara Honey, don't cry I love you very much and will
never leave you. You will have to decide if you want to stay with me. Once I
tell you what I have become and what I am doing you might just want to
forget you ever met me."
She screamed into the phone deafening me for a few seconds. All I heard her
scream at me was, "Rich, you stupid shit!" and then I was deaf!
When I could hear again I hollered into the phone, "WAIT I CAN'T HEAR! Will
you stop screaming?" I guess I had deafened her because the phone went
silent for a second or two.
Then I heard her say, "I know everything already! I made my mom tell me. She
had to tell me I wouldn't let her NOT TELL ME!"
OH FRAPST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She said, "Rachel, (OH FRAPST!) My mother is bringing me to you right NOW!
As soon as we hang up I am leaving and will be there in a little while. I
love you and you are not going through this without me! That's it and no
arguments!" She hung up. SHE HUNG UP ON ME!
I slowly walked down the stairs back into the basement. I realized my
girlfriend was going to be seeing me in about an hour and suddenly I felt
pain. I mean I really felt physical pain. All I could mumble to them between
spasms of pain was, "Barbara knows, her mother told her and they are on
their way over here right now."
Grace looked at me real closely and asked me how I was feeling. I said, "I
am very sore and I think I am bleeding." I WAS VERY SORE! I could hardly
hide it anymore. It hurt like hell and felt like I was being stuck with a
hundred needles at the same time!
Now that I was thinking about it I was more aware of the pain. I could now
feel a throbbing sensation and with each beat of my pulse a new wave of pain
hit me. All three women helped me into the guest bedroom and they started
undressing me. I did not resist at all! They took off my skirt, half slip,
and panties just leaving the belt and pad on. I sat on the bed and they took
off my sneakers and socks.
Grace hurried upstairs as my mom and Harriet had me stand up for a second as
they put a towel on the bed and had me sit on that. They then had me lay
back and rest my head on the pillow.
I felt a little strange as I realized I was wearing just a blouse and a
sanitary belt and pad. The pain was getting so severe I did not care though!
Harriet took out my ponytail and I found it much more comfortable. My mom
came out of the bathroom with a towel and laid it across my forehead cool
and comforting. She stroked my hair softly and gently over and over. I was
relaxing as best I could until another throbbing pulse caused more pain to
shoot through my most sensitive parts.
Grace came back downstairs with everything that was needed and started
wetting the pad with a solution. She told me to always wet a pad with
sterile water before removing it. That way the pad would not stick to dried
blood, which could tear or at least pull away a layer or two of skin. She
said most women would shower or just wet it in the bath but this case was
different I had sutures that must remain clean and sterile water should
always be used in cases like this. Another lesson learned which I would
gladly remember!
Once she wet the pad she waited a little while unhooked it from the belt and
slowly peeled away. I WAS BLEEDING! I was glad I had been wearing the belt
and pad! What a mess that would have made if I had bled in just my panties
and it would have shown through the slip and skirt I was sure.
Grace very gently and with a very soft touch cleaned as much as she could
with dampened gauze pads. She told me she had added LIDOCAINE to the
solution, which would help deaden the pain. Shortly thereafter it did!
Harriet had me lift my fanny as she slipped a folded rubber sheet and a few
more towels under me. Grace used a slim nozzle and douched the area with the
same solution and what a relief that was! She used a few cotton tipped
applicators that were individually wrapped to dry and clean away any blood
that remained inside the sutured folds.
I was glad I was numb already because she laid a covered ice bag on my groin
then! My mother handed me a glass of water and two pills which I swallowed.
I felt better already and it was nice knowing that I had these women who
loved me this much to take care of me.
I noticed I was red and puffy down there! It looked even more like female
anatomy and not one suture had given way. It was funny though seeing just a
little puffy patch of pubic hair seemingly separate and a bit above my new
femaleness.
Grace took charge once more and said, "Let's not waste any of this time.
Julia would you bring in the box Rachel was given by Mrs. Meiers." My mom
went and retrieved the box and brought it into the bedroom and set it on the
bed. Grace reached in and took out the envelope, opened it and handed its
contents to me.
There was a card and two pieces of writing paper. I looked at the card and
it was a $50.00 gift certificate for the store! Wow! It was made out to Mrs.
Meiers though. I handed it to Grace and asked, "Why is it made out to Mrs.
Meier's instead of me?"
Grace answered, "Rachel, she wants to be there with you when you use it I
suppose."
That made sense so I nodded and started to read the two-page note Mrs.
Meier's had written me. I read aloud, "My Dear Rachel, you have touched me
in my heart which I have not felt coming from someone so young in a very
long time. You reminded me of myself when I first started in this field so
long ago. You are much more beautiful than I was though and your eyes are a
window to your heart and soul." (OH PLEASE! I groaned. Beautiful indeed! I
really don't think I am beautiful maybe pretty with a lot of help!)
"Your keen interest in learning and your gentle touch and compassion for
others were clearly shown to all that was there in attendance. Your Aunt,
though embarrassed at times as we all would have been, showed her utter
trust and confidence in you. That by itself is testimony to your utter
selflessness and total commitment in providing quality care to others.
Rachel, I would like to offer you my services as a teacher and also as a
good friend you can rely on in your future. I am getting on in years now and
my body reminds me of this every second of every day. If I knew that it
would be you giving me care when the time comes I would be very happy and
content. To that end please find enclosed a gift certificate, my address and
phone number. Please contact me soon."
There was also a post-script which read, "I also have a complete classroom
at my home which I wish to share with you, your mother and Grace would be
more than welcome to assist." It was signed, "Sincerely, Mrs. Meiers".
WOW! I looked around at everyone and they were all smiling. My mother was a
shining beacon and said, "Rachel, I am so proud of you! Your heart reaches
out and touches almost everyone you meet. You see what we are all trying to
show you?"
I smiled at her and said, "Mommy," (MOMMY? I haven't called her that since I
was 8 years old! Where did that come from?) "I understand but a little right
now. More and more becomes revealed to me as time passes, but I have a very
long way to go before I really understand what I am to learn from this."
My mother continued, "Rachel, Barbara and Rita love you very much. I don't
think you have to worry about anything but getting back on your feet and
experiencing more. Barbara can help you in ways we cannot."
I answered, "Yes, you're right. I have to be realistic and I know that they
love me. I just hope Barbara and I can really still love each other while I
am like this. When she sees me like this and still hugs and kisses me I will
know and everything will be alright."
Grace jumped in and asked me chuckling as she did, "Rachel, are you really
sure you are only sixteen." We all laughed then and the mood lightened and
that is when Grace held up my new DOUCHE KIT! OH FRIPSY!
Grace began saying, "Now Rachel, I noticed you had a very questioning look
when you took out this package. You even took it out and examined it and
still had questions didn't you?"
I answered, "Yes, I have several questions about this douche kit. First,
this is different than the one douche kit I have seen. Second, There is no
water bottle like an enema bag just a large squeeze bulb. Third, there is no
long tubing like I have seen. Fourth, I have only seen two types of nozzles.
One that is obviously for giving an enema, which is relatively short with
one opening at the very end for the solution to flow out of. The other
longer and slim with a wider tip and it has holes along the sides and none
at the tip like the enema nozzle. This one is like an artificial penis the
only difference being the very tip is flatter. Why?"
All three ladies looked very surprised at my observations and question! My
mother even turned red when I mentioned it looked like a penis. I chuckled
and gave them my "WELL?" look.
Grace nonplussed looked at me and held up the solutions first and read out
the label of each packet. One was for a medicinal solution and the others
were of different scents. All of them were for cleansing the vaginal canal.
(CANAL? Strange description!) Ok, I got it now!
Grace went on, "The bulb as you probably have surmised is to for mixing and
holding the solution. This is for one complete dose needed for a
satisfactory douche. The bulb holds two full cups of the solution selected.
The medicinal douche is used for just after your menses or also called your
period. It can also be used when directed by your gynecologist for other
problems as well. They can and are often used whenever you want to feel
fresh and clean. Most women use these sometime after lovemaking or
masturbation." (Wait a second here! Ok, get a grip and take a slow deep
breath!)
My mom and Harriet were a little red. I chuckled seeing this and they just
shook their heads and chuckled with me. Grace continued as she held up the
nozzle, "This nozzle inserts into the bulb like this." (She inserted the
bottom part into the bulb until a circular ridge fit into a circular
depression in the mouth end of the bulb and was secure.)
"You will notice that there is another circular depression in the bulb
further down?" I did notice the second ring. "You notice that the nozzle has
a flange at the base here. You use this to push down the nozzle so that it
fits into the second ring. You really don't have to see it because you can
feel and hear it reach this position. Here, Rachel, you push down on it with
your eyes closed and you will be able to understand what I am saying."
With that she handed it to me and I closed my eyes and did as she
instructed. I could feel it fit into position and I could hear it as well.
It had made a soft but distinctive plopping sound. I nodded my head and
said, "You're right, Grace, I not only felt it, I heard it as well."
Grace continued, "Rachel, the reason for the thickness and length is
precisely as you described. It is to resemble an average penis and fit like
one in the vagina."
I quickly glanced around at the others and no one was red or smiling or
showing any signs other than an interest in what was being said. I guess I
was one of the girls after all! This is what it must be like during one of
those mother/daughter talks. I felt better about looking and feeling the way
I did then. I guess it was a feeling of acceptance I had not really felt
until I met Mrs. Meiers.
Grace continued, "The curve you can see in its shape is to help with the
irrigation of the vagina. When you twist it using the bulb it opens the
vagina creating a spill gap which allows the solution to flow out and also
cover the whole area inside the canal." She demonstrated by twisting the
bulb while holding her hand loosely over the end of the nozzle. It did just
as she said.
She added, "You insert the nozzle like so and you then squeeze out about
half of the solution working the nozzle straight forwards and pulling it
backwards repeatedly. Then you twist the bulb causing the gap for releasing
the solution held in the vaginal canal. You then repeat the process the
second time twisting it side to side repeatedly causing the solution to flow
out soon after it enters. That is how you use this type of a douche kit.
Many women prefer this type of kit. The reasons are obvious, don't you
think?"
I answered, "Yes, I do see and the reasons are more obvious to you than they
are to me but I understand."
All the ladies chuckled and smiled then. Grace then held up a conventional
or an enema bag-type douche kit and said, "Rachel this is the most common
household douche kit. It is called a combination enema and douche kit. All
you do is change the tubing and nozzle to switch from one to the other. In
girls most of them have their hymens still intact."
I looked at her questioningly then, like what is a hymen? She answered my
unasked question, "This is very important for you to know Rachel so listen
carefully. A hymen is skin tissue that in the vaginal canal of young girls
provides a barrier and is located about one quarter to one half its depth.
Most hymens are perforated allowing the blood and fluids to flow out during
menses or allow for it to be cleaned by a douching. The majority of the
young girls can handle this size nozzle with little to no discomfort. If
they were to use this other type their hymens would rip and they would no
longer be considered a virgin. A virgin is a girl or woman with this Hymen
still intact. Do you understand?"
I did understand now! Wow, so much to learn! Ok, young girls had if they
were still a virgin or did not break it by any other means a hymen. A
perforated section of skin located in their vaginal canals. You could still
douche, but one had to be more careful if you wished to stay a virgin in the
eyes of others. I asked, "Who would really care if the hymen was still
intact or not. I mean who would really know besides the girl?"
My mother answered this one for me. She said, "Rachel, on your wedding night
when your new husband makes love to you, you will know right away." I got
it!
I said, "Ok, I understand, but there must be many girls who for some reason
or other no longer have their hymens intact."
Harriet answered this one, "Yes, Rachel, there are many causes when this
happens, but if it is not a medical one it is still considered to be taboo."
Grace added, "In today's world it is far less important to remain virginal.
Many people will accept a verbal reason and no longer require proof as they
did in the past."
What? They required proof? I asked, "You mean to tell me that a young girl
was supposed to allow someone to examine her before she got married?"
All three women said, "YES!" OH FRAPST! That must have been horrible!
I looked at Grace and asked, "Which of these kits will I be using on those I
care for?"
Grace answered, "Probably both. You see in private duty care you use what
the person owns and uses. In most facilities we use the bag type and I have
heard that they will be using the disposable type now that they have come
down in price and are more easily used. When they first came out they were
not only very expensive, but they did not work well. We still are
questioning the minimal amount of solution they contain as well." Grace
asked me, "Do you have any more questions and do you understand what has
been taught about douches and such?"
I answered, "Oh, yes, I understand perfectly in the sense of knowing about
these things. As for experience though, I only have what enemas feel like to
compare. I do have one question about the hymen issue though." All three
women looked at me with the expression of "out with it" written on their
faces. I asked, "Does it hurt real bad when the hymen is broken?"
They all answered, "YES!"
My mother added, "It really depends on a few things, Honey. How gentle your
husband is or how rough he is. You see if he enters you slowly and gently he
will stretch it and your hymen will eventually give way. If he takes his
time it can hurt a lot less. Unfortunately your husband is usually not
thinking of you at all at that moment. He thrusts and thrusts urgently and
forcefully and that does hurt. The good part is that the pain lessens as
time goes on and other feelings can help override the pain after a short
while. If not it might take even as much as a week for you to feel no pain
when having intercourse. Foreplay makes the experience far more enjoyable
and can be as satisfying for you as it is for your husband."
I asked, "Foreplay?"
Aunt Harriet answered, "Rachel, remember when we were removing all your body
hair in the shower?" OH! DID I REMEMBER THAT! WOW! They laughed seeing my
expression! Harriet then said, "That was like foreplay, really it was
unintentional and just happened because we were not thinking about what
might happen when we were washing the ointment off of you. If we did and we
had wanted you to really enjoy the experience we would have taken much
longer and concentrated on more areas. Now that would have been more like
good foreplay."
I asked, "Good foreplay?"
They all giggled and Grace said, "Rachel, most men consider foreplay as a
good feel and grope session until they achieve a sustained erection and an
urgent need for release. They really don't think of you at all. For most men
lovemaking is a one-sided affair, THEIRS! It is a very selfish act and not
really what you could consider an act of love at all. Most women only
achieve their satisfaction through self stimulation."
I was surprised at that! I said, "You mean to tell me that the majority of
women are hardly ever if ever satisfied by their husbands?"
All three said, "YES!" OH FRIPSY!
That is really horrible! I swore to myself then and there that I would never
even enter my lady until after she was satisfied by very good foreplay and
then I would be very slow and gentle! Never would I rush or hurt her! What a
crappy thing to do!
I said, "Selfish love is not love at all! 'Selfless' love is what love is
all about. It is in the giving not in the receiving that one really shows
love!"
It was hug-fest time then! All three ladies hugged and kissed me until I had
to beg them to stop! They all laughed and Grace asked me, "Rachel, your
really only sixteen right?" I wish she would stop asking me that!
Just then the doorbell rang!
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