House sitting for my fiancé was supposed to be a nice way to ingratiate myself with her and get back into her good graces. Nothing I could do seemed to make her happy, including the way I jumped to do her favors, took care of her dog, and was generally supportive. No matter my efforts she looked at me with suspicion and doubt. That's why I spent much of the weekend at her condo cleaning and being careful around her belongings - that is until I found a pair of her panties draped over her chair at the vanity, and then old habits took over. I touched them, rubbed them, and finally tried them on, slipping them onto my thin frame. Immediately I was hard, and in heaven, and I started stroking myself. Just then Erica walked in and screamed, "What are you doing with my panties?"
The next day, after threats and tears I was in a nondescript "clinic" on a deserted street in downtown. Erica had driven me there and called it a therapist's office where I could get help for my nasty "Masturbatory Habits". As we sat waiting she seemed to be looking right through me. Then the voice of a nurse called, "Alex, come into the examining office." She was young and attractive - under 25 and had on a pretty uniform with white stockings and shoes. She was about 6', several inches taller than me, with long blond hair in a ponytail. I couldn't help but admire her looks.
"Alex, I want you to get undressed and put this gown on for your examination," she stated matter of factory. On the table was a pink hospital gown made of silk.
"Where is the dressing room?"
"This is a medical facility" she said curtly, "I am a nurse and you are a patient. Get undressed." I started taking off my clothing and neatly placed it on the chair. Standing there in only my boxers and socks I looked for the gown. "Not so fast!" the nurse angrily stated, "Remove everything"!
I took everything off and stood there naked. She took the pink gown and placed it around me, tying it loosely. She then handed me a pair of matching panties, made with adjustable belts and small triangles of fabric, which I took in stunned disbelief.
"Step into these!" she said as she bent down to have me place my foot through the opening. Very embarrassed I placed first one foot then the other into the offered panties. She slid them up my legs and I saw that they were crotchless! She adjusted the position of my cold penis through the opening and it bobbed up weakly.
"You needn't worry about getting an erection. That's the problem you've come to have fixed in the first place!"
I wanted to hide but was mute and frozen in place - standing in front of an attractive nurse wearing a feminine outfit, getting hard, and having her matter of factly talk about my masturbating.
"Well, I don't want to see you touch yourself now," she said with a pitying expression on her face as though she was talking to a child.
After taking my weight and height, blood pressure and temperature, she told me to get up on the examining table.
"Place your feet in the stirrups."
I knew that these were usually for women's examinations and hadn't heard of men using them. I felt dizzy but lifted my feet clumsily into position and became more exposed as my gown rode up. The nurse took some wide straps and attached them to my ankles and feet so they wouldn't slip from the stirrups, and took a strap and anchored it around my middle. Then taking my arms one at a time she attached other restraints which left me no room for movement.
Then the door opened and the specialist came in. Dr. Heather Jones was a striking figure in a lab coat over a white business blouse and a navy skirt over nice stockinged legs and trim shoes. "Hello Alex, I'm Doctor Jones and I am your therapist. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to answer them fully and honestly. I know this is confusing, but I need honest answers before we start your therapy."
Here I was strapped to an examining table, dressed in a feminine outfit and vulnerable to these two impersonal women who were about to ask me about my life and personal habits. Watching the nurse put on a pair of rubber gloves I was mortified and also wondered what was going to happen during the exam.
"Alex, why are you here today?" asked the doctor.
"I am here because my fiancée thinks I have a problem" I said.
"Well Alex, that's not quite all, is it? In fact it's a serious and specific problem?" she asked.
"Well yes, I guess so, I grudgingly admitted. "The other day she came in on me and found me doing some things that upset her."
"Alex, tell me in exactly what it was that upset her so - stop trying to beat around the bush! I can't help you if you don't admit why we're here."
"Well ...... you see Doctor Jones..... uhhh, she came home to find me touching myself."
"But that's not all now, is it?" she asked with a stern look on her face
"No Doctor, I was wearing a pair of her panties at the time." The last sentence came out almost as a whisper.
"And,,," said the Dr., to which I said nothing.
"And,,," she pulled a paper from a folder in her hands and turned it towards me. On it were several photos of me sitting at my desk in womens underwear, staring a my computer screen as I jerked off. One showed me in the kitchen doing the same. Erica had been secretly filming me....
"You can see why this was the final straw. And now that it's out in the open it can be dealt with? Nurse adjust the table now will you." and with that the nurse hit a button and part of the examining table started to drop out. It seemed that the lower half of the table was going down on rollers leaving just the part under my back. And this only went to about half way across my ass leaving the bottom half hanging in the air..
"So Alex, you're a masturbator and a transvestite too." This was no question, but a statement.
"No, I'm not a transvestite!" I said. "I just tried them on!"
"As a matter of fact, you are a transvestite. If you get strong 'feelings' when you put on women's clothing you are a transvestite and you had better start to get used to the idea."
Now I felt panicked - I wasn't a drag queen and I didn't have to dress in lingerie to masturbate. At this point I looked at the nurse. She had been getting some things out of drawers and had placed then on the counter under a towel.
"Alex, how often do you masturbate?" Dr. Johnson asked.
".....I masturbate about 6 times a week." I stated flatly.
"And how often do you wear panties during this activity?"
"I don't usually wear panties."
"Oh! Really now? So you only wear them sometimes. But how often?"
"Doctor, I don't wear panties to jerk off!"
"Those photos tell a different story... Start his anal."
"What anal?" I screamed! "I am willing to have therapy but not this!"
" Alex, I'm the doctor here and I'll say what you're here for, not you." With that the nurse came next to me, standing inside of the stirrups. She started to probe me. She grabbed me roughly by the penis and balls, lifted them, and then placed a finger in a jar of lubricating solution to probe my asshole.
"Alex, do you ever play back there while you masturbate?"
"No! I never do."
As the finger went up past my sphincter I started to feel my cock grow. I was getting redder by the second. Exposed and vulnerable as I was I was getting an erection in these pink panties and gown.
"I wonder about that. Look at how you're responding to this simple exam. Masturbators will eventually try out all their orifices. Now tell me what you think of when you're masturbating."
"I guess I just fantasize. You know : thinking about sex with girls.' At that the nurse rammed her finger all the way in, it hurt a bit but it seemed to go straight through my cock. It got as hard as I can remember.
"No, Alex that's a lie. I want you to tell me exactly what you fantasize about while jerking off that out of control prick of yours."
"Doctor, it's hard to say what I think of. There are many different things, and they are just fantasies!" Again the nurse thrust in her finger, now in and out more gently.
"Alex, this is all part of your therapy. You are a masturbator, you have a fetish for women's panties, and you're a transvestite. I have worked with men with your problem before and believe me things can work out. Do you want to live your life with Erica? If you do, then you're going to have to learn about yourself, and fix yourself to meet her standards. Before catching you in her bedroom playing with yourself in her panties, Erica tried to give you the benefit of the doubt because she thought she was in love with you, but now she has found out you are a obsessive pervert. If you want to get your relationship on the right track you will have to go through my hands first."
What did this Doctor have in mind for me for me? What did I need? How could I be true to myself?
"Alex, if you are going through with this I have to know. And I have to know now. Nurse, place it in now."
The nurse took something from under the counter and lubed it up. She placed the cold metal at the opening of my ass, and pushed it in. As my sphincter opened I gave a sigh. I felt this very cold thing intrude deep inside of me. As it went in the nurse took my cock in her hand and started gently stroking it to full erection.
