Tilda was feeling uncomfortable. She was usually uncomfortable in a doctor's waiting room, but today it was worse. Perhaps it was for the best that her usual gynaecologist was away at a conference. It would have been worse to explain her situation to poor old, slightly deaf, Dr Brands. But right now, she was at a loss. She had wheeled her wheelchair into an empty corner of the waiting room. The nurse at the counter had ta...

Tilda's brow furrowed. “You mean it’s psychological?” “Only a part of it. We need to kickstart your body into sending the few messages it still can send to your brain, and we must convince your brain to accept them.” “So, what next?” “Well, the KY was a spur-of-the-moment thing. It falsifies any tests I’d usually now try. So, any tests for your vaginal region must wait till the jelly is absorbed. But I would like to do a...

Worn out from the eventful day, Tilda’s sleep was deep and dreamless initially, but it changed when she entered her REM phase. The probes inside her continuously transmitted information to the monitors. Of course, the computer could not give her an erotic dream by plotting a story for her, but once the electrodes in her cap registered that she had entered the REM phase the computer started a special program, activating th...

By the time Tilda entered the dining room breakfast was nearly over. A table had already been set out for her with rolls, croissants, fresh coffee, orange juice, butter, jam, and some cheese. She had taken the iPad with her for a little breakfast read. As she spread jam on her croissant she scanned through the index of stories on the screen. The new developments from this morning had piqued her interest in clitoral and an...

When Mark wheeled her back into her room, she wondered for a split second what kind of a kafuffle she had gotten herself into. Patricia had turned the bed into a mixture of a hospital bed and a gynaecological chair. On the bedside table, an array of electrodes, Toys and cables were piled up. And a big tube of ky-jelly was propped up prominently on the tray. “Yikes, I’m getting some mean Frankenstein vibes here.” Tilda whe...

They had passed through the corridor to a fully equipped spa area. Tilda saw a small sauna and a swimming pool, fully equipped with a hoist and pulley system to make it accessible. And a small jacuzzi with an additional hoist. After Mark had explained how to use the hoist, he had disappeared to fetch her fresh towels. Knowing how much he would enjoy the show, Tilda had waited for Mark to return with her towels before she...