Life as a good little girl/Ask him to give you a ride to the doctor

From Create Your Own Story

As your stomach roils you tell him, "I think I need to go to the doctor. Could you call?"

"Sure. I'll just step outside for a moment. And I'll make sure no one else comes in."

"Th-thanks," you grunt, another cramp hitting you.

Fortunately Tom is outside for the next evacuation of your bowels, but then he sticks his head back in.

"Phew! It stinks in here. Dr. Randolph's at the office. He said he could see you."

"Oh. Great," you say with a lack of enthusiasm. The doctor's office you go to has four doctors. Usually you get either the older one, Dr. Giles, or the woman, Dr. Lee. Dr. Randolph had always been your least favorite. Last time you were there you could swear he copped a feel. And he made what you felt to be inappropriate comments praising your looks.

As your stomach gives another protest you decide you have no choice. "C-could you bring the car over? I'll just clean up."

"Sure thing," Tom agrees, and leaves with haste. Not that you can blame him as your bowels erupt a third time.

A car horn honks, which you assume is Tom signalling you, so you wipe yourself clean. That last push actually made you feel quite a bit better, and you wonder if your body might have flushed out whatever was bothering it. You ponder the idea of staying at the beach as your use copious amounts of soap to wash your hands, followed by wet towels to clean up your lower half.

Life as a good little girl/Feeling alright now you go let Tom know you won't need the doctor

Life as a good little girl/Better safe than sorry. You go to the doctor anyway