<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dammit! knew I should have lied about not having seen doctor yet.<br/><br/>"That is the issue though, trust. I can't just walk into a gyno's office and say, <em>Hey, check this out!</em> I mean I could, but ... Trust. I don't wanna become some lab rat being poked and prodded with endless tests, or the subject of a medical journal, you know? They're gonna see my medical history, realize I wasn't born this way, and wonder what happened."<br/><br/>I sip my freshly filled wine and think. I know I need to see a doctor, it's just ... awkward. If Jaclyn wasn't making feel so relaxed, I'd probably protest more, but she's now working her massage up to my calf, and I'm not about to ruin my relaxation by over-thinking. I close my eyes and soak in the attention.<br/><br/>"Do you know anyone? Discreet doctors, that is. If it's someone you trust, then .. I guess I'd be more open to getting checked out."<br/><br/>Her hands are magic! My tension is just melting away. The alcohol is helping too, I'm sure. <br/><br/>"You have a jacuzzi here? Nice. If you wouldn't judge a gurl for not wearing a bra, a soak sounds heavenly."</span>