Flash fiction: Bob

My mum and Bob took me to the doctor. They also took me to the public pool, the Zoo and the circus. Bob never had children of his own and my mum wanted us to be a family so my real age wasn't that important. Not until they agreed to make this appointment for me. They talked a lot about how it was to be sweet sixteen. I still don't know which of them actually called the doctor. Usually it would be my mum of course. But at that time she liked Bob to do things for her, not only things she had a hard time with, but all sort of things, he even signed letters that have to be proved by parents.
On the way to the doctor I chose the ears. The ears were as far as I could get from my vagina and I was definitely not pregnant. I'd told them but my mum and Bob didn't trust the test you can buy in the shops. The doctor put a thing into my ear and looked. He continued with the other ear. Both were blocked. I could have told him that. He used lukewarm water. It tickled. He asked me why I stuffed paper into my ears. I didn't know what to say. I forgot about it. There are so many sounds I don't like. Now it's not Bob anymore. It never was. It's Alvin. Who the fuck wants her mother to giggle with a Alvin?