Lucy and Ethel walked into Dr. Harris's waiting room.

"Oh, boy, Lucy, I'm scared."

"Aw, come now. Almost every woman experiences this in their life."

"Trust me, I'd rather be on the rag constantly for the rest of my life. If only Fred hadn't decided to bury his bone in my tulip bed."

"Well! You don't know if you're expecting yet, for goodness sake."

"True." An expression of relief came over Ethel's face. She picked up a copy of Look Magazine and leafed through it.

"Mrs. Mertz?" a nurse called. "Dr. Harris is ready to see you."

"Lucy," Ethel whispered, tugging on Lucy's arm. "Come with me."

"Oh, okay." The ladies walked into Dr. Harris's office.

"Hello, Ms. McGillicuddy!" Dr. Harris said loudly. "What brings you here today?"

Lucy chuckled. "Oh, no, no, Dr. Harris, I came here for my friend, Mrs. Ethel Mertz."

"How do you do."

"How do you do."

"Oh! I see. Well, usually, we don't allow others in the room, but I suppose we can make an exception."

"Oh, yes, thank you, Doctor. You see, this is Ethel first visit to a lady doctor."

"Oh ho ho!"

"Lucy!" Ethel whispered, elbowing her. "What did you have to go and say a thing like that for?"

"Sorry," Lucy mumbled.

"I see. Mrs. Mertz, why don't you remove your clothing for me and lay down on the examining table? Because you are a new patient, I need to get a good idea of you."

"Um, excuse us for a second." Ethel dragged Lucy to the corner of the room.

"Oh, Lucy, this is horrible," Ethel whispered.

"What?"

"You know," Ethel said, gesturing to her body. "In front of a MAN?"

"Oh, come now, Ethel. You did it for Fred. I've done it several times."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Will you do it if I do it?"

"Oh... ok. You go first. I'll watch." Ethel didn't mind seeing Lucy in the nude, they were both women.

Lucy pulled the doctor aside and explained the plan. He loved the idea.

So, Lucy took off her shoes, dress, underwear, and bra. "Hold this and watch," she told Ethel, giving her the pile of clothes. Lucy walked over to the examining table and put her feet in the stirrups. She let the doctor poke around inside of her a little bit, just to show Ethel that there was nothing to it. "See, Ethel? Nothing to it." Lucy said confidently from the examining table. Lucy hopped down, and Ethel handed her her clothes. "Your turn."

Ethel apprehensively took off her dress. "Is this good enough?"

"Oh, come now, Ethel." Ethel removed all her clothes and nervously walked over to the examining table. Dr. Harris felt her breasts, listened to her heart, and looked into her womanly entrance.

"Looks healthy to me. So, Mrs. Mertz, what brings you here today."

"I wanted to take a, um... test to see if I am expecting."

"Oh. Very good. Now, I shall give you the test." As the needle went into Ethel, she felt a flash of pain. "You may put your clothes back on, Mrs. Mertz. I will be back with your results." Mrs. Mertz hurried back over to Lucy.

"That was so embarrassing."

"I know. Put your clothes on." Five minutes later, Dr. Harris came back into the room.

"Mrs. Mertz, you are infanticipating! Congratulations!" They shook hands. "That is the end of your visit today. You may visit the secretary to make your next appointment."

"I'm going to be a mother!" Ethel exclaimed. "You were right all along." Lucy smiled.