3a) Women's health

(Based on an anonymous 2022 story independent from the main series.)

Melissa had a busy weekend. Her father had scheduled three medical appointments in a row for her summer back from college: her dentist, Dr. Jorgensen, her optometrist, Dr. Stevenson, and her gynaecologist, Dr. Gunderson. Things started becoming weird for her when the visit to Dr. Jorgensen resulted in a major wardrobe malfunction leaving her nude in view of the entire dentist’s office for minutes on end. Her reaction to this led to a misunderstanding (or was it a misunderstanding?) on Dr. Jorgensen’s part, who insisted that she attend all such appointments in the nude. Dr. Stevenson had gotten word of this incident and, further bolstered in this view by Melissa’s lack of underwear from a shortage of clean laundry, imposed the same condition on Melissa during the following day’s optometrist visit. She had similar luck in Stevenson’s office, once again being fully exposed to the entire waiting room.

Melissa’s mind was reeling from these incidents. She didn’t know what to do about this turn of events. She had considered taking her skirt off on the way back from the optometrist since she was afraid she would wet it from her moisture, but decided against it. She quickly discovered that that had been a bad idea; once she got home, it looked like she had wet herself! Sighing, and learning the lesson from this morning, she stripped the skirt off and did her laundry. She didn’t have a lot, and could get away with putting all her summertime clothes in a single load. She did so, ultimately wearing nothing but her old tight T-shirt.

A devilish thought entered her mind, because of course it did. She decided to swipe off her T-shirt and throw it in with the rest of her laundry. She had just started the laundry when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She panicked, and fled into a closet by the washer and dryer. Her mother looked around the room and cried out “Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?” After thirty seconds of silence, her Mom shrugged, said to herself “I thought I heard someone come down here”, and walked back upstairs. Melissa sighed a breath of relief and stayed hidden in the closet until her laundry was done, after which she folded her clothes, donned some flannel pajamas, made her bed, and retired for the night.