Josie didn't like the mirror that someone had designed into the wall. A person had to sit looking at herself while bathing! It seemed… well it just seemed plain wrong! But the bathroom had once been used by Aunt Roslyn, so it figured. Josie conjured up images of her aunt and her uncle taking baths together, washing each other, even doing unspeakable things together there before that minor.

She reached the small zipper case from the table beside the tub and unwound the hose from it. She unfolded the rubber douche bag and using an eyedropper squeezed in the small amount of medicine that made up the solution she'd use on herself. Then she fitted the hose to the bag and dug once again in the case for the final attachment. This was the oddly shaped piece of smooth plastic that always made Josie tremble a little when she touched it.

She'd had some slight infection. An irritation in the lining of her vagina the doctor called it, not bothering to worry her with some medical term. A daily douche had been prescribed and Josie had been outfitted with the apparatus she still used. Her malady had long since cleared up. But for a reason she wasn't entirely sure of, she continued using the long, slightly curved douche wand.

For cleanliness sake, she told herself. But no other girls she knew used such a contraption merely for hygiene purposes. And Josie only used a mild saline solution in place of the original medicine that had long since run out. So why did she continue with the douche? It had something vaguely to do with the way that douche wand looked. It was pink and about the size of a large pencil most of its length, the length being something over six inches. Long enough to reach all the way into her pussy. Josie smiled as she made sure the hose was securely fitted to the wand. She usually through of herself as having a vagina. But when she was about to take her douche it seemed better somehow to use that other word. Pussy. Such a funny word. But soft-sounding.