Period Came Early

The bedroom light was still burning, and stared down at herself, noticing the wet red stain spreading out from her crotch...and frowned as the pain grabbed her gut again. Familiar symptoms ever since she hit puberty: her period had come once again—although she hadn't been expecting it for at least a week.

Grumbling, the reporter heaved herself out of bed. The idol remained where it was, the bloated figure clutching its carven belly. The was one thing about pregnancy: no period for forty weeks. Then she saw the red spot she'd made in the covers and groaned. She could clean it, but if she didn't act fast it would stain.

Lois quickly stripped out of her pants and panties. The black lace of her underwear was sticky with menstrual blood, and she ran them under the faucet, trying to break up the clot with her fingers. She left them to soak in the sink with a bit of ammonia as she took a wet nap to her legs, running the wet cloth wipe up her thigh, leaving the flesh behind white, shiny, and clean before she moved on to the source of the problem.

With the efficiency of long practice, the reporter ran a fresh wet cleaning cloth over her pussy, starting at her clit and running down to her perineum. The chemicals caused her pussy to sting as she wiped her nether lips, and Lois remembered her dream...and stopped for a moment to contemplate it. She had never had a dream like that before. That setting, the events...and it was so realistic. Lois had really believed she was that barren woman. The thought of the ritual had scared and thrilled her at the same time.

Her fingers lingered for a moment on her pussy. When she was younger, menstruation had been...strange. Her mother had been long gone at that point, and her father was hopeless in dealing with the female anatomy. Lois had to learn all about it herself...and to show her sister the ins and outs...quite literally when it came to tampons.

"Look, I'm going to show you this once, okay?" and Lucy had just nodded staring at Lois' cooch as she wiggled the cotton rod in.

"Does it...hurt?"

"No. I mean, it's just like...weird, because you feel full as it soaks things up and gets bigger. But you can just kind of forget about it most of the time. Just don't forget about it too long, because it isn't good to leave it in. You can get an infection."

Lois shook her head at the memory. Just a dream. Fishing out a sanitary pad and a fresh pair of unsexy but comfortable panties, Lois was soon good as new. She returned to the bed, ready to strip off the stained sheets... and frowned as she saw that the idol had moved, rolling over to where Lois had been sleeping. Carefully picking the stone idol up, she noticed that there was no blood stain on the sheet beneath it. Her brow furrowed...she could have sworn that she'd bled onto the bedsheets...and then looked at the idol.

"What are you?" The reporter's voice was hardly more than a whisper.