She lost a tampon and can't reach it
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
jurto2
Debbie knocked on the bathroom door, "Everything alright, sweetie?"
"No," Nicole sniffed in reply.
"Can I come in?" asked her mother.
A quiet sigh and a "yes" was the only reply.
Debbie made her way into the bathroom and saw Nicole sitting on the toilet, sobbing, and asked her, "What's wrong?"
Nicole looked up with tears in her eyes. "Mom, my tampon's gone..."
Debbie thought for a second and replied, 'What do you mean 'it's gone'," with a little tilt to her head, trying to read the situation
"I put it in earlier and now it's gone," sobbed Nicole.
"Have you tried using your fingers to see if you can feel it?"
Nicole nodded, "I can't find it with my finger."
Debbie sighed, as it happens occasionally that tampons either end up turned around or their strings aren't properly attached and pull out, but this seemed as awkward and embarrassing for Nicole as it did for Debbie.
"Can I take a look?" Debbie asked as she washed her hands. As lead ER nurse, knew a few things about removing things from people. With an awkward cringe, Nicole agreed.
"Okay, spread your legs a tiny bit here and see," she said, as Nicole spread her legs, revealing her labia. As they spread, they revealed Nicole's tiny vaginal opening, the majority of which was covered by a hymen. She tried to insert her pinky finger to feel for the missing tampon or its string, but her finger just couldn't fit without a whimper or pain from Nicole.
Debbie was in a bind, she didn't have any of her ER tools at home such as forceps or anything else that would help her locate an AWOL bundle of cotton. She paused with a "hmm," and continued, "Hold on a second, honey, it'll be okay." There were no urgent care clinics open at this time, and Debbie and Steve couldn't afford another ER visit right now, but Debbie DID remember the proverbial Maslow's Hammer: the shrinking device her husband was working on.
As she excused herself out of the bathroom and went back into the bedroom, Steve was laying there with an inquisitive look.
"Honey," she asked, "did you ever manage to finish that shrinking device of yours?"
Steve seemed taken aback, as he had it right next to him, having just shrunk their son with it not long ago. "Yes, why do you ask?"
"It's Nicole, she needs... I need a tool to be able to get somewhere small. She's got a tampon stuck inside her, and neither of us can get it out," she said with a sense of urgency. She knew that Toxic Shock Syndrome (TSS) was a risk with tampons, and the longer it stayed inside, the worse the risk was.
"Okay," replied Steve, "what needs to be shrunk?"
"Not 'what' as much as 'who'," replied Debbie. Steve's eyes widened, "W-what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I was thinking someone could take it into Nicole and shrink the missing tampon, and then remove it that way," Debbie proposed.
"There's no telling what would happen if someone got a hold of the shrink ray, no one is carrying it besides me," Steve said sternly, which caught Debbie off-guard.
"Okay," she replied, "so then you're going," she said, taking charge as she does in the ER.
"Do you think you can do it alone?" Debbie crosses her fingers behind her back. She really didn't want anything more to do with her daughter's menstruation than she had to. She had seen much more blood and guts at work, but menstruation was the only real taboo that she had passed down from her own mother.
"No," Nicole sniffed in reply.
"Can I come in?" asked her mother.
A quiet sigh and a "yes" was the only reply.
Debbie made her way into the bathroom and saw Nicole sitting on the toilet, sobbing, and asked her, "What's wrong?"
Nicole looked up with tears in her eyes. "Mom, my tampon's gone..."
Debbie thought for a second and replied, 'What do you mean 'it's gone'," with a little tilt to her head, trying to read the situation
"I put it in earlier and now it's gone," sobbed Nicole.
"Have you tried using your fingers to see if you can feel it?"
Nicole nodded, "I can't find it with my finger."
Debbie sighed, as it happens occasionally that tampons either end up turned around or their strings aren't properly attached and pull out, but this seemed as awkward and embarrassing for Nicole as it did for Debbie.
"Can I take a look?" Debbie asked as she washed her hands. As lead ER nurse, knew a few things about removing things from people. With an awkward cringe, Nicole agreed.
"Okay, spread your legs a tiny bit here and see," she said, as Nicole spread her legs, revealing her labia. As they spread, they revealed Nicole's tiny vaginal opening, the majority of which was covered by a hymen. She tried to insert her pinky finger to feel for the missing tampon or its string, but her finger just couldn't fit without a whimper or pain from Nicole.
Debbie was in a bind, she didn't have any of her ER tools at home such as forceps or anything else that would help her locate an AWOL bundle of cotton. She paused with a "hmm," and continued, "Hold on a second, honey, it'll be okay." There were no urgent care clinics open at this time, and Debbie and Steve couldn't afford another ER visit right now, but Debbie DID remember the proverbial Maslow's Hammer: the shrinking device her husband was working on.
As she excused herself out of the bathroom and went back into the bedroom, Steve was laying there with an inquisitive look.
"Honey," she asked, "did you ever manage to finish that shrinking device of yours?"
Steve seemed taken aback, as he had it right next to him, having just shrunk their son with it not long ago. "Yes, why do you ask?"
"It's Nicole, she needs... I need a tool to be able to get somewhere small. She's got a tampon stuck inside her, and neither of us can get it out," she said with a sense of urgency. She knew that Toxic Shock Syndrome (TSS) was a risk with tampons, and the longer it stayed inside, the worse the risk was.
"Okay," replied Steve, "what needs to be shrunk?"
"Not 'what' as much as 'who'," replied Debbie. Steve's eyes widened, "W-what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I was thinking someone could take it into Nicole and shrink the missing tampon, and then remove it that way," Debbie proposed.
"There's no telling what would happen if someone got a hold of the shrink ray, no one is carrying it besides me," Steve said sternly, which caught Debbie off-guard.
"Okay," she replied, "so then you're going," she said, taking charge as she does in the ER.
"Do you think you can do it alone?" Debbie crosses her fingers behind her back. She really didn't want anything more to do with her daughter's menstruation than she had to. She had seen much more blood and guts at work, but menstruation was the only real taboo that she had passed down from her own mother.
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