Post #1014645

"Mrs Jackson, are you really insisting that God made your daughter pregnant?" The doctor peered at the flustered middle-aged woman in his office as he slowly cleaned his glasses. "Yes! He said so himself!" "Am I understand that... that God revealed himself to you and told you that your daughter was pregnant by immaculate conception?" "Well, not to me, but he told Mary herself, and I trust her implicitly. And anyway..." The doctor looked around, as if searching for hidden cameras. "Your daughter is called Mary," he said flatly. "Yes." Embarrassment showed on the woman's face. "I know, it seems a little on the nose, doesn't it? But that really is her name. She..." The man replaced his glasses, trying to keep the exasperation from his face. "And how old is Mary?" "Seventeen. Just last month. But doctor, you have to understand..." "Mrs Jackson, your daughter is of an age where many of her peers are sexually experimenting. Is she on any birth control that you know of?" "Well, no. She doesn't need any. She, um..." "And does she have a boyfriend?" "She doesn't even like boys. She's dating a girl. Plus, she's asexual. And..." The doctor turned to his computer, his voice turning flat as tapped a name into the system. "Mrs Jackson, lesbian or not, teenagers are often seeking out new sexual experiences, and... hang on. Mary, was it?" He frowned. "Yes, but..." "We don't have a file for her. Only for yourself and your seventeen-year-old son." "Yes, we haven't updated her medical file yet—" she gave the doctor an exasperated look. "—Which rather leads into what I've been trying to tell you for the past ten minutes..." #tootfic