This story sounds like something out of an old Penthouse Forum story, but I assure you it isn't.
I was told when I was in my early 30's that I should have a prostate exam done.
This was due to a close family member having been newly diagnosed with early prostate cancer.
I was terrified! Even though I knew what the process was, as a guy you always hear horror stories about old guys with big fingers, etc. Why don't proctologists put their ring size in their business cards?
Anyway, to the more serious. I agonized and delayed and looked all over to see if I could find a female proctologist. It took me a while, but I finally managed to find one. So, I made an appointment for a Friday. I figured that way I could get it over with, forget it and enjoy the weekend.
Friday arrived an I walked in, signed my name and a mid-20s nurse took my name and information. After a long time and all the other guys in the waiting room had cleared out, the nurse called my name.
I stood up and moved towards the door and followed her down the hall. She directed me into a examination room and handed me a gown and said to take everything off. Oh shit! I hadn't thought of that.
Now let me describe why I was shocked. At that time, I was riding the mountain bike about 30 miles every other day and to avoid problems with my skin I was shaving my entire pubic region, including my asshole. I had just shaved the day before and it was baby skin smooth. Don't knock it till you see it and touch it. How was grandma going to take that when she did the exam!?! I stripped and put the flimsy gown on and sat at the now ice cold table.
Suddenly, startling me, the door opened and I looked away, embarrassed at first. I envisioned an elderly lady getting ready for retirement. I was completely wrong. Dr. R, was a platinum haired, well endowed, taking care of herself woman in her late 40s or early 50s.
Not the grandmother or aunt looking woman at all. If it wasn't for the hair color, I would have put her at my age at the time. She had on the usual white lab coat, but it was unbuttoned, and you could see that she had a silky blouse on that the buttons were losing the battle with keeping together.
To make it worse(better) she had to have on the thinnest bra or, none, as her nipples were very pronounced, even through the lab coat. The final kicker was that the cute nurse from out front came in as her assistant! Suddenly I'm trying to think about baseball and every non-sexual thing I could think of.
She introduced herself and she had a smooth silky voice to match the blouse. She explained to me what she was planning on doing and did I have any questions. What could I say? I'm thinking of other things.
So, she has me get on my side with my left leg up towards my chest and then puts on gloves and her assistant does too. Why would the assistant need gloves!?! She asks me questions about sex life and normal health things and then asks me how often I masturbate. I almost thought I heard it wrong. She said, "Go ahead, don't be shy, we all do it!".