And she knew what it was, and how to ‘fix’ it. One hundred years ago, it was called ‘female hysteria’, and cures included genital massage with... a hand, water, or elecro-mechanical pelvic massager all performed by a doctor. It all ended, of course, with a ‘hysterical paroxysm’ – the almighty orgasm. Cumming. She needed to cum. She smile at her reflection in the store window, thinking how great it would be for some handsome doctor to induce a hysterical paroxysm with his big, hot, built-in pelvic. I looked up to his face, the grin was there and I crawled between his legs onto the bed, dragging my tits over his cock and up his body. I reached between our bodies and pushed the head of his cock through my lips to my entrance. Matt lay still as I sat up, he always allowed me to set the pace of taking his cock. I think that was the reason for the grin, the first time I sat on his cock we had used some lube but it had taken time for me to slide that beautiful cock in, I had watched, seeing,. I wasn't really sure how she did it but Angie managed to get him off to the side while his girlfriend was talking to somebody else and asked him if he would buy us some beer before he took off. I was sure I heard him tell her "No I really shouldn't cause if I'd be in big trouble if you got caught with it and anyone found out I bought it for you." After that, they weren't talking loud enough for me to hear what they were saying but all of a sudden he told his girlfriend he'd be right back and. They had cut it off, and I knew they must have done plastic surgery to give me a vagina. I cried. They were taking away bit by bit whatever manhood remained in me."Aw, the little girl is crying," said the nurse, who had been watching the whole time. "Be careful. Don't touch your vagina yet my dear. You have the rest of your life to explore it, to touch it, and to caress it. Wait until you feel what it's like to have a man penetrate inside you! You're just going to love it!" she cooed, the look.