inside my pants.I sprinted into the house, ripped off my jeans, and cupped my hand over my underwear. Bulge.The room started spinning as I stumbled to the bathroom and pulled down my undies, terrified I was unknowingly pregnant and giving birth.
There was no baby, but there was definitely...something. I called my doctor frantically, screaming. She asked me a few questions to ensure I was safe, then directed me to use my fingers to shove the protruding flesh back in, and to come to her office first thing the next morning.“My vagina is literally falling out?” I repeated back to her in disbelief from the exam room.“Just a little,” she said reassuringly. “A small surgery should fix it.” A “little” bit of vagina falling out?
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