“Oh you are such a sweetheart!” Mrs. Napier said, “Goodbye dear.”
“Bye,” I said. And then I was alone in the waiting room. For a while I just sat and read, wondering where the doctor was. I could have still been in the green room with Lucy. My mind kept going back to that. What did it mean? It couldn’t possibly be a bad thing. She had totally turned my day around. I was almost excited to be alive again.
After about twenty minutes of waiting the door opened. I set down my magazine and looked up, expecting to see Dr. Marta walking into the room. It was almost time for this situation to be resolved. I was surprised to see the other two girls from my pharmaceutical trial walk in, the Otis twins.
Dara and Elise Otis were two gorgeous young twin sisters. They were two years older than me at 20 but they were almost more childish than me , probably because of their brush with death. They were very sweet, quiet girls but very fun and adventurous when you got to know them. They were identical. They were short and thin at 5’1 and 95lbs. They both had dark black hair but Dara had hers cut into a short bob and Elise had hers in long, loose pigtails. They had glistening blue eyes and angular faces. Their bodies had gentle curves and small 32-A breasts. They were both soccer players and were athletic and very cute. But they didn’t look too happy today, they were frowning and had their arms crossed in front of their chests.
“Hey guys,” I said in a friendly voice and they both winced. I knew then that they had the same problem as me. The ‘guys’ had hurt.
“Hey Mina, how’re you?” Dara asked. Elise just nodded. I could tell when they were upset. When they were, Dara was the only one who talked and Elise just sort of nodded and looked at her shoes. They sat down in the chairs opposite me and sat there for a while, just quietly looking at the door, waiting for Dr. Marta to arrive. After a while I decided not to sit around and wait any more.
“You too?” I asked.
“What?” Dara said and Elise still just stared at the floor.
“Come on. Don’t lie. You have it too. The side effect,” I hinted. Dara looked at me. I didn’t want to come out and say it if I was wrong and I sensed she was in the same situation.
“Yeah it’s a side effect,” she said, nodding slowly. Elise nodded with her.
“A… growth?” I asked, raising my eyebrows and trying to be as clear as possible. If this was the problem for them, there was no way they could confuse what I was saying.
“I think we are talking about the same thing,” Elise said, looking up from her shoes. Her eyes were a little bleary and I could tell that they’d had a rough day too.
“Seriously… What the fuck?” I said.
“I know. It happened so fast. One morning there’s nothing and the next I look like… I don’t know,” Dara said and she spread her leg’s disgustedly. She was wearing a pair of jeans and I could see her little bulge in them. She was also wearing a pink t-shirt. Her sister was wearing a floor length red skirt and a white tank top. We all squirmed uncomfortably, knowing we were all thinking about each other’s dicks.
“Did you play with it?” I asked. I was feeling saucy. Something about hanging out with Lucy had given me a little bit of confidence. I wanted to be a little naughty. I remember when I had cancer and everyone wanted to sit around and cry and I just wanted to play games and have fun. You take what you get and you might as well have fun with it. I had forgotten that for a few hours, but I wouldn’t forget it forever.
“NO!” Dara said, but she said it so suddenly and in such a strange voice that I doubted her sincerity.
“Well I did,” I admitted, “I had to find out what the big deal was all about.”
“How was it,” Dara said, I looked over at Elise and she was blushing intensely.
“Ask your sister, I can tell that she knows. I suspect you do as well,” I said and looked at them with a withering stare. They started to l. augh
“Well I mean I don’t think there was really a choice,” Elise said, coming even farther out of her shell, “I mean it was just sitting there. Plus I have been really… horny…. today. I couldn’t really help myself.”
“You’re preaching to the choir,” I said.
“How big is yours?” Dara asked. It felt comfortable now that we all knew we were in the same boat and we were talking about it.
“Not very big, like 3 and a half inches,” I explained, “You guys?”
“Why do you assume they are the same size?” Elise said with mock disgust.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re both individuals. What size for each of your penises respectively,” I said graciously and they giggled.
“Both are about 3 inches,” Dara said.
“Should we take a look at them?” I asked. We might as well see what we were working with. The waiting room had no windows and if anyone came in we could quickly get dressed again because we were back around the corner from the door. Still they looked a little bit nervous. I decided to just act. I stood up and for the third time that day slid my skirt down onto the floor, I quickly pulled off my boy shorts and got a whiff of cum and Lucy’s perfume. My dig hung flaccid between my thighs. The girls were looking at me. Suddenly I felt absurd with my shirt on and so I quickly slipped off my tank-top and then unhooked my bra. My nipples were puffy and pink and my breasts felt swollen and I desperately wanted to squeeze them, but I resisted.