A few weeks after my 21st birthday I received a call from my MD's office to make an appointment for a special checkup, and the receptionist organised it to coincide with the end of the next period when I would be available.
I was instructed to make sure that I didn't shave my pussy during my period, though I normally keep it smooth most of the time. This was because part of the medical study I was on recorded growth patterns in pubic hair, but I also knew that the doctor likes to shave young girls herself during the examination, and to be honest, I was rather looking forward to it.
A supply of tablets were delivered to my home by courier, on the instructions of my doctor, and the first set were to take as part of the workup, starting with day 1 of my period, one tablet taken in the morning, then another one in the early evening. There was also a second set of tablets which were to be started on day 5 of my period, which would be the morning of my doctor’s appointment.
I was going to write a quick account of my visit, but so much happened during the day that I decided to try and record it all, both for my own benefit in times to come, and also for anyone else that might read my story, and perhaps enjoy it. What I'll have to do though is split it up into multiple posts, or it will be much too long as a single narrative. Then I will have to link them together so I can navigate to all the different parts of the account.
So here goes ----
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
Initial Obs (this post) – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
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By the time I walked into Dr Forrest’s office, my breasts were quite swollen, and also very tender. The receptionist had me sign all the usual set of patient permission forms, and after a few minutes I was taken in to see the doctor. I was invited to sit at the side of her desk while she went through a routine medical questionaire, to make sure my general health was OK, then she reminded me that this exam would be a milestone investigation, with several additional test procedures. I assured her that I was OK with that, and quite prepared to co-operate fully with whatever she wanted me to do, as I always had done. She smiled at that, made some more notes on my chart, then said,”Right then Katie, let’s get started with your basic obs. Stand up please, arms by your side.”
Obediently, I stood as directed, quietly passive as the doctor came over and began to unbutton my blouse, folding it open to display my black and red, flowered bra. Doctor Forrest ran her fingertips across my bare tummy, playing with the pendant in my navel piercing, as she looked into my eyes, and asked, smiling, “Are you going to be a good girl, Katie?”
This was Doctor Forrest’s ‘key phrase’, which invited me to be submissive, or else I could choose to have just a normal exam, if I wanted to, by giving the proper response.
Perhaps I should explain. My personality is quite submissive by nature, and always has been for as long as I can remember, although I only began to realise it when I was about ten years old, and had begun to have more serious girl talks with Mom. On occasion, I like to be under the control of other people, if I like and trust them, but not with anything too serious. I wouldn’t be a slave, or anything like that, or do something that went against my basic moral nature, but there is something really hot about being told what to do, rather than asked, particularly by an authority figure. Beverly Forrest had been our family MD since just after we moved to Florida, and had gradually drawn out the way I felt about things during each of my visits, both when my Mom came with me, and when I came on my own to see her as I got older. Mom is a submissive too, so maybe I inherited it from her, or just learned from her example, but Dr Forrest knew all about both of us, and was very supportive.
In response to the doctor’s question, I lowered my head, and said in a soft, quiet voice, “Yes Miss, of course I am.” This signified my acceptance, and offered her complete control over me during my visit today, which was the arrangement we had come to, quite a few years ago. If my response had instead been, “I’ll try, Doctor”, then it showed that I preferred a normal doctor/patient relationship at this particular time. Of course, I could always change my mind at any time during my treatment, by using a safe word “good girl”, then Dr Forrest would pause what she was doing, and ask the key phrase again, which gave me the opportunity to change the situation if there was something I was not comfortable with.
“Very well Katie, hand me your blouse, “ said the doctor, so I slipped my arms out and handed it to her, watching as she placed it in one of her desk drawers. She had me turn round while she undid my skirt, holding it in place while I turned to face her, then let it slide down slowly to reveal my matching panties and suspender belt, and dark, lace top stockings. I stepped out of my skirt, and gave it to her to be placed in the drawer as well. Standing in my underwear, while she remained fully dressed, was a delicious feeling, especially as she is a very good looking woman, and she increased my pleasure as I was instructed to present myself. I turned, posed, bent and twisted my body to display every part of me, even performing an Arabesque to expose my crotch to her.
Finally I was told to stand straight, then Dr Forrest took my blood pressure, listened to my heart and lungs, took my temperature, looked in my mouth and ears, in my eyes, and felt the lymph glands in my neck, all of which were recorded on my chart. Next, I was taken over to the far wall to have my height and weight checked, and duly noted, then back to stand by her desk again. The doctor now reached around me, pressing up against my front as she slowly unclasped my bra, breathing in the scent of my perfume, then flicking her tongue against my earlobe, which sent erotic shivers right through me. Removing my upper covering, placing it also in her desk drawer, she came back with a tailors tape to measure my chest, my bust, arms, and waist, noting the sizes, then she carefully took my panties down to my knees. Carefully measuring my hips, and around both thighs, and calves, she next placed the tape against the base of my spine, passed it between my legs, upward towards my navel to take that measurement, then pulled it tighter and tighter, sinking it deep into my cleft, for a final size. Putting the tape down, Dr Forrest stood back to look me over, then ordered me to clasp my hands behind me, before going out of the office, leaving the door wide open behind her. Feeling my cunny tingle at being openly exposed in public like this, I looked at the doorway, then the large mirror in front of me, clearly displaying my nakedness to anyone who might walk past. Several people did in fact go down the corridor, looking in to see me, then a nurse came in, took hold of my arm, moving me forward, and to the side, then pressed down on my shoulders, as if planting me on the spot. I realised that I wouldn’t be able to see my reflection in this new position, but as I watched her turn and leave, I could see her back in the mirror as she walked over towards reception, sat behind the desk, and then looked over towards me. Although I was in the privacy of the doctor’s office, I was still visible to the corner of the reception desk, and as I studied the scene, I could see a substantial part of the waiting room, where several patients were sat reading magazines. Gradually, they all looked around at one time or another, studying the pictures and posters displayed on the walls, or people coming and going, but eventually their gaze would pass my door, sometimes passing by unseeing, but often staying, or returning. Their expressions were a treasure to watch as they tried to decide if they were mistaken, or this was a real woman, exposed half naked in a mirror down the corridor. Some looked over avidly, others turned away embarrassed, but kept returning to watch some more, and to reinforce the truth, I would fidget, and adjust my position slightly, so they would know that I was a real person, accidentally revealed to them. I carefully observed them only from the corner of my vision, not making eye contact, as if I hadn’t noticed they were there, or that I had become immodestly displayed in this fashion. In actual fact, being exposed like this was more exciting to me than they could imagine, my passion rising as my pussy itched, growing damp, and my nipples erected painfully, throbbing with my increased pulse.
Finally Dr Forrest returned, pushing the door closed behind her, hiding me from view, then she walked over, and I could see that she was holding a camera, as she explained that she wanted to record the growth of my pubic bush, for my study notes. As she knelt in front of me to frame the shot, the door behind her slowly started to swing open, she must have not latched it properly, and I was soon on display once more. After a few pictures, the doctor removed my panties completely, and brought a chair to the side of me, telling me to place one foot on it, so that my legs spread wide open, fully revealing every detail of my lightly furred slit, and the outer lips gradually peeling apart. The final shots were of the extent my hair grew to the rear, and I was ordered to turn my back to her with my feet wide apart, then bend right over and touch the floor, completely exposing the groove of my bottom, the rosebud anus with a few sparse hairs, and the base of my girlcleft, now parted to display my pink entrance. Not only was all this exposed to the doctor, but also to all those in the waiting room who looked this way. When the pictures were finished, Dr Forrest put her camera on the desk, then walked over and closed the door again, this time with an audible click as it latched properly, but she never made any comment about it, as if it were totally inconsequential.
I was still bent over, having been given no instructions to change position, dressed in only my garter belt and stockings, which no doubt framed my exposed private places very nicely, when the doctor brought a chair over, and sat directly behind me. “Are you comfortable, Katie?” she asked quietly. “Yes thank you, Miss”, I replied, then gasped in surprise as her thumbs pressed into my inner thighs at the top, right on a pressure point. I held my composure as she dug in harder and harder, making my legs tremble, then she released, and moved to the base of my buttocks, pressing hard again, then continued testing every sensitive spot on my rear end, till I could hardly keep in position. “Well done, young lady, your muscle tone is very good. Are you still keeping up your exercise routines?” “Yes Miss, nearly every day,” I replied, “and I stretch morning and evening.”
Dr Forrest was stroking the backs of her fingers down along my spread pussy, right to the top of my mound, which was now inverted in this position, then she began pull the hairs covering it, gently at first, but getting harder, sometimes twisting them into curls.
“I think we need this fur removing, don’t we little girl, you know how I like my charges to be soft and smooth down here. Now I’ve taken the photographs for your file, I can have you spread out for shaving, can’t I my pet.”
I was told to stand up straight, remove my garter belt and stockings, then hand them to the doctor, who put them with the rest of my clothes, in her desk drawer, which she locked. I would now have to remain completely naked for the rest of my examination, and Dr Forrest would return my clothes before I went home, I hoped. Leading me over to the examination couch, the doctor had me lay on my back, place my feet in the stirrups, then she pressed my knees outward, spreading the whole of my crotch wide open. From beneath me she fetched shaving foam, spraying it on my pubis, and in between my legs, before spreading it out, and rubbing it into my exposed flesh, including along my pussy slit, inside the lips as well. Taking a twin blade, disposable razor, she proceeded to shave off every trace of hair from my pubic mound, outer labia, and all around my anal rosebud, pulling my flesh about to keep the skin tight under the razor. When she’d finished her work, I was as smooth as a kinder garden student, and after pouring a little oil into her hand, Dr Forrest rubbed it into my bald contours till I was nice and slick.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs (this post) – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
:)
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