Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Rosie quietly worked on her chalk drawing as the sun lazily set over the houses across the street. She could hear parents calling children to come inside. Her mom had said she could stay out a little later than usual because she had finished her homework early. Besides, Rose's mom reasoned, there was little reason to interrupt Rose's work early. As Rose drew, she thought back upon the day. She recalled her morning at school and how her eighth grade buddy had poked her in the chubby part of her stomach and said "You know, you should probably stop eating so much candy or else you'll end up as fat as Mrs. Hornsby!" Shaking her head, she remembered poor confused Billy and his accident, how he had stumbled out of the bathroom with his pants around his waist and his tiny little pecker swinging about and spraying pee. Rose chuckled to herself a bit as she remembered, that incident had done much to cheer her up after she cried in the corner about the rude remarks from her stupid eighth grade buddy. A strange feeling began in her gut as she relived the moment when Billy had brushed by her on his way toward the door. Why he was moving in that direction, she didn't know. But she had received a very up close and personal view of his pecker and the diminutive shriveled sack hanging beneath; this image filled her mind as she slowly finished the finer points of her drawing. A distinctive and pleasant melody began playing softly in the distance. Rose sharply picked up her head, turned slightly toward the music, then noisily made a beeline down the driveway toward the open garage door. "Mommy, mommy!!" Rose exclaimed happily. "The ice cream man is coming!! Last time I didn't get one, can I get an ice cream tonight? Please, please, mommy please?!?" Rose wrapped herself around her mommy's leg as she straightened up from a set of tools she had been sorting. "This late?" Rose's mom replied, squinting into the sun and shielding her eyes as she looked around for the truck. Rose playfully yanked at her mommy's pant leg so she had to look down at Rose's impishly pouty face. "I know that look. You can't guilt trip me you little fiend", Mommy said. "Pleeaasseee, mommmmyyy?" Rose begged, her lower lip quivering ever so slightly. "Ok, fine" Mommy sighed and smiled as she reached for her wallet and pulled out a couple of worn dollars. "Just don't tell daddy when he comes back, it'll be our little secret" Rose yelped with happiness as she received the dollars and streaked back toward the curb, almost tripping over lawn decorations and discarded toys. She flagged down the ice cream man and his truck as he passed by. "Rosie, honey, I'm going inside to start your bath", Her mom called. "Get your ice cream and come eat it on the front steps. When you're done, come upstairs for your bath" Rose had a hard time deciding which ice cream she wanted. There were so many choices and they all looked so good. "Have you had any of these before, sweetie?" Asked the ice cream man from inside the truck. Rose shyly pointed to the ones she had eaten before. "Well, how about this one, cutie?" He said, pointing at a large red, white, and blue popsicle that looked a little like a firework. "It'll go with that little flag in your front yard." Delighted, Rose smiled and nodded enthusiastically and she handed him the crumpled up dollars. He fumbled around in the back of the truck for a moment. Rose waited breathlessly, barely containing her excitement. "Here you go sweetheart" the ice cream man said as he handed her the treat. "Hope you enjoy it" "Oh I will, thank you Mr. Ice Cream man sir" Rose replied as she eagerly pawed her prize and turned back up the front walk. The man smiled slyly to himself as he watched her walk away. Rose opened her ice cream quickly and took a few licks, then hastily bit off the tip of the imitation firework. She slowly rolled the cold bit of flavored sugar around in her mouth as the meandered her way up the walk. She savored the artificial flavors as the piece melted in her mouth. When her dad was home, she was never allowed to have sugary treats after dinner. But when he was gone she knew that she could often convince her mother to break that rule. Suddenly, there was a strange taste in her mouth, like she had bitten her tongue or lost a tooth. She felt a little dizzy and staggered slight as she tried to make it to the steps. The world shifted and the ground came up to meet her face, then she felt nothing for a little while. ******** Rose woke slowly. She was warm and lying on something pleasantly comfortable. Not opening her eyes, she squirmed about and felt, to her bemused surprise, the soft fluffiness of a blanket against her bare skin. Rose didn't often sleep naked but she did whenever she was allowed to as she enjoyed the feeling of freedom that accompanied the act of shedding one's night clothes. She frowned to herself. She couldn't remember going to bed last night. Rolling onto her side and still not opening her eyes, Rose tried to string together the last few things she remembered. Her mother had let her buy an ice cream and she couldn't remember much more than that. "How did I end up naked?" She thought to herself. She had been going inside to take a bath and afterward she usually pleaded with her mother to let her stay up and play for a little while after her supposed bedtime. Generally Rose's pleading lasted till after the intended curfew anyway, and she would head to bed grumbling unless her mother granted her the rare pleasure of sleeping nude. That usually made the pre-bed cuddle-and-story time uniquely pleasurable. Rose's musings were rudely interrupted by a sharp knocking. Rose started violently and as her eyes flew open, she quickly took in her surroundings. She was lying on a spartan mattress in a small cell-like room with a fluffy red blanket wrapped about her nude body. She didn't have time to look around at the bare walls and solitary small window as a kindly looking man carrying a clipboard and a small black doctor's bag, wearing a lab coat and stethoscope, briskly entered the room. Rose shrank back against the wall, suddenly fearful. "Oh no, no need to be afraid my dear" boomed the doctor in a jovial deep voice. "I'm just here to check on you." Not entirely reassured, Rose remained scrunched against the wall and pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Seeing this, the doctor set his bag and clipboard down, sat on the edge of Rose's mattress and patted a spot adjacent invitingly. "Come here dearie, everything is going to be ok." "Wh-who are you?" Rose squeezed. "Where am I? I want my mommy." The doctored smiled a small not quite altogether reassuring smile and said in a comforting voice: "My name is Doctor MacArthur but you can call me Dr. Mac. You are in a safe but faraway place and you will probably never see your mother again" Rose began to whimper pathetically. "That may seem scary right now," Dr. Mac continued. "But you will come to enjoy this place. I guarantee it." Rose's whimpering quickly turned into terrified sobbing. "Now, now sweetheart" said Doctor Mac as he reached over and patted Roses shoulder. "Come here and sit on my lap." Rose struggled feebly as the doctor gently pulled her from within the tangled blanket and into his lap and began to rock her back and forth. Despite the circumstances, Rose couldn't help feeling a strange sense of peace fall over her. She knew she should fight it, that this strange man probably did not have the best intentions for her. But something about this man was strangely and overwhelmingly comforting. Slowly, her sobs began to subside. "There, there" said the doctor as he reassuringly patted Rose's bare back. Rose's breathing slowly became deep and even again. She was still scared and wary, but not overwhelming so now. "Now then, let's start with the examination" the doctor stood up, pulling Rose with him and gently set her down on the mattress again. He stood up, reached down and opened his bag. There was a slapping sound as he pulled on a pair of white surgical gloves. Rose looked uncertainly at him. "Why do I have to be examined, sir?" She was polite because her mom had taught her to always be polite to adults even though she didn't know this man nor what he wanted from her. "Standard procedure, my dear. Got to know what we're dealin with don't we? Stand up for me sweetie, I'll make this as quick as I can." Rose did as she was told, unsteadily getting up off the mattress. It was difficult to do because her legs felt like jello and her head was swimming slightly. The doctor slowly looked over her appraisingly. Remembering that she was naked and suddenly feeling self conscious, Rose put her hands between her legs and crossed them. The doctor laughed good naturedly. "There's no need for that sweetheart. You'd better get used to people looking at you. My my, well aren't you a pretty one?" There was a slight twinkle in his eye as he winked at Rose. She blushed and looked down at her feet, shuffling slightly, still holding her hands between her legs. "M-my eighth grade buddy keeps telling me I'm fat" she mumbled. "Don't think I'm pretty at all" "Well, dear. You do have a bit of a belly for your age" said the doctor, taking in Rose's chubby frame. "But that's no reason to think you're not pretty. As long as you're healthy, you're beautiful, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise" Feeling a bit better about herself, Rose grinned sheepishly and clumsily uncrossed her legs. She still held her hands between them though. "That's better, cutie" the doctor smiled as he drew close and began to run his hands over Rose's body, as if feeling her muscles. "How old are ya dear?" "I'm six and a q-quarter" she said proudly, stumbling slightly over the big word. The doctor was running his hands down her back now. He seemed to be feeling each vertebra in turn. "Very good, dearie. That would mean you're in kindergarten then?" He asked. "First grade!" Rose corrected. "Mrs. McKinnon says I'm advanced." The doctor gently brushed her arms aside as he began feeling down her legs. "And smart too! You're quite the pretty little thing aren't you, sweetie?" Rose flushed again and didn't respond. Nobody except her mother and father talked this nicely to her and she was not used to it. Finished feeling her muscles, the doctor stepped back and lifted the stethoscope from around his neck. "Ok hunny, I'm going to listen to your heart now. Sit down and take a deep breath. Good.. let it out.. ok, take another one. That's it... and out again. One more big breath.. and out.. Very good! All seems in order." He replaced the stethoscope around his neck and rummaged in his bag for a moment. Rose watched him and noticed, as the sleeve of his lab coat pulled back slightly, a strange looking tattoo on his left arm. The doctor straightened up again, holding an instrument with a triangular rubber head. "Have you seen one of these before?" Rose nodded. The last time she had had a checkup, that doctor had used a similar instrument to check her reflexes. This doctor did this same thing, lightly tapping her knees and springing back out of the way as Rose kicked out. Laughing again, the doctor said "Strong for your age too! Wonderful." Replacing the hammer in his bag, the doctor fixed Rose with an authoritative stare and said "Ok, dear. Now I need you to lie down on your back for me." Puzzled, Rose did as she was asked. This had not happened at any of the previous times she had been to the doctors and she did not know where this was headed. As she settled herself down again, the doctor stepped close and placed his big hands on her stomach, pressing down and feeling around for something. He squeezed and Rose felt as if she had to pee urgently. Not wanting to embarrass herself in front of this strange doctor, she desperately clamped down on the urge. The doctor laughed and the urge vanished. "Good bladder control" he chuckled. Then he slowly moved his hands down her body. As his fingers drew closer to her mound, Rose instinctively covered herself with her hands. "Now, now, none of that right now" chided the doctor, gently removing her hands. Resuming their downward trend, one hand remained massaging her mound while the other explored between her thighs, squeezing and prodding here and there. The pressure on her mound was beginning to create a strange feeling in Rose's tummy. She squirmed slightly. "Does that feel good sweetie?" Asked the doctor. Rose nodded, not sure what to say. The hand that had been exploring between her thighs pushed her legs farther apart and Rose felt herself open up slightly. She even felt a little wet down there, as if she had forgotten to wipe herself after peeing. One of his fingers slowly traced the channel between her lips, and Rose let out an involuntary grunt. The doctor's finger retraced its path several more times, then zeroed in on the little nub at the top of her slit that Rose had found while playing by herself in the bath. Rose finally recognized that strange feeling in her tummy. It was the same feeling that she had gotten while she explored herself and played with her nub that night. Except that now, it was getting stronger as the Doctor played with her. She could feel her hips twitching almost imperceptibly in tune with his strokes. Suddenly, the doctor changed tack. The hand that was gently massaging her mound shifted so that the thumb could reach her nub and his other hand trailed down her lips, almost to her bum, pushing into her. She yelped in surprise as she felt the cool tip of his gloved finger enter her. "Ooohh," he breathed. "You're so tight. Did that hurt baby?" "N-no." Rose managed to say. "Good." Said the doctor, as he pulled his finger out then gently pushed it back in. "Have you ever had anything inside you before?" Rose didn't quite understand the question. "Do you mean - in - in my kitty?" "Is that what you call it?" Chuckled the doctor. "Yes girl, I mean in your kitty. The way my finger is right now." Rose shook her head. She had played with herself before and she had explored around down there. She thought that she peed from the holes she found though, she had never imagined putting something inside. This was all very new to her and it was making her feel very warm and tingly down there. In fact, she was starting to feel like she had to pee, and the tingly feeling was getting stronger. It was like pressure building up behind a dam. And - and - Abruptly, the doctor stopped his ministrations and with drew his hands. Feeling distinctly let down, Rose shuddered as the tingling energy dissipated. She opened her eyes, for she had screwed them up while the doctor was touching her, to see him writing on his clipboard mumbling to himself. "...hymen still intact. Wish I could take care of that now.. procedure and all.. nice body type, different than usual stock.. decently responsive to stimuli.. not self lubricating yet.. " the doctor continued to write and mumble to himself. The doctor looked up, focusing on Rose's inquisitive face. "Alright, dearie. Let's get you measured up and then we'll almost be done. Get up off the bed and go stand on that scale for me please." He said, pointing at a scale in the corner that she had not noticed until now. Hesitantly, Rose got to her feet and clambered off the mattress. She slowing walked to the scale and stepped on it as the feeling gradually returned to her legs. "Very good!" Exclaimed the doctor as he bent over to record the number on the scales digital screen. "25 and a half kilograms, a little heavy for your age but we already knew that. Let's see how tall you are, step over here and put your back against that wall" She did as she was told, feeling the cold smooth walk on her back and bum. "Stand up straight!" Commanded the doctor. "That's it, let's see now... yes, 107 centimeters" he said this more to himself than Rose as he recorded the numbers on his clipboard. He put his clipboard down for a moment and then rummaged around in his bag again. Straightening up, she saw that he had a large rubber stamp in his hand. He fiddled for a moment. Then without explanation, he held her still with one arm and used the other to place the stamp between her legs right on top of her mound and pushed hard. Again, she briefly felt like had to pee but managed to hold it in. Looking down as he removed the stamp, she saw that she same strange design that was on the doctors arm, along with a number and barcode, had been stamped onto her skin with black ink. For seeing a question, the doctor said quickly, "That's just to help keep track of you sweetie." Putting the stamp away, he pulled out a small digital camera. "One last thing, cutie. We've got to get some pictures of you. Stand up straight and smile for me. Beautiful.. now turn to the side.. that's it." After getting the usual portraits, the doctor had Rose pose with her legs open. Then holding her kitty open for the camera. Then he had her turn around and bend over. "Hold your bottom for me, sweetheart. That's it, just like that" Rose enjoyed posing for these pictures and the attention and compliments that he was giving her. She was enjoying herself so much that she didn't realize that the tingly feeling had returned, until the doctor stopped taking photos and it receded again. "Alright, that about does it for now." Said the doctor as he packed up his stuff and tossed what looked like a small purple egg onto the mattress. "See if you can figure out how that works before someone comes in to feed you." And on that note, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him as abruptly as he had entered. Rose climbed back on the mattress, wrapped herself in the blanket again, and took the strange purple egg into her hand. He didn't even ask me my name, she thought to herself absentmindedly.