"Not til you take off those rags around your breasts. The Nurse smirked as she tossed me a blue cloth hospital robe with ties in the back. The Doctor will see you now." I entered the room carefully, though all the caution in the world couldn't stop the blue robe from opening in the back.
You see, I am a "Factory girl": a woman bred to breed, to perpetuate the Motherland through her labour. Though physically mature and of age, I am new to the Factory floor.My Factory Director, whom we girls called the "Owner," had brought me to see the Doctor in our region. I recall her so vividly: a tall, dark-haired, commanding woman, pristine in her white coat, deft and skilful with her white-gloved hands.I had never seen a woman Doctor, and I am sure I stared at her unabashedly.She took me to a little side closet and demanded that I take off all of my clothes except for my underlinens. Only, could you leave or turn around or just, just give me some privacy to undress?I'm..at ease, being watched." The nurse's lips twitched.