Appointment with doctor's assistant Liz - Part 1
1. Initial consultation
I had a doctor's appointment. Due to the medication I was taking, I'd been suffering from some erection problems lately.
"That can indeed occur when taking these medications." said doctor Fischer. Her first name is Jessica. She's about 10 years older than me. I always think she's a very sweet woman. I feel comfortable with her and she gives good advice. She always listens patiently, no matter why I'm at her office. She was wearing a high black woolen sweater, with a turtleneck. Small glasses, and her curled hair pulled back into a neat bun. Because of the thick woolen sweater, when I walked into her treatment room I noticed that her breasts looked bigger from some angles. Something I normally never pay attention to with her. But, well, my thoughts were somewhat focused on sex and physical arousal at that moment. Let's just say I was preoccupied.
"Do you also have complaints in the sense of a reduced sex drive?" she continued calmly.
- "Um, no..." I said a little hesitantly. But I understood that the question was relevant, so I tried to answer as best I could.
"Not really. It's more that during sex, well, like I said, some erection problems.
- "Hm-hm." she nodded in understanding. "Okay, what I'm gonna do, is schedule an appointment for you with the practice assistant, Liz. She can help you explore the options, such as other medications, a different dose, or other solutions."
- "Okay, that seems fine to me." I replied.
"Yes, Liz is really nice. I think you will get along well with her too.
I wondered for a moment what exactly she meant by that choice of words, but I didn't look too much into it at that time.
I thanked the doctor for her good advice and the quick referral and I went home.
2. The treatment room
They were able to schedule me to come in that same Friday. I was called into the small treatment room that was located between a number of the general doctor's treatment rooms. This room was used by the assistants and practice nurses for several supportive treatments.
"Hi, I'm Liz." said a young woman with dark brown, short hair and a modern pair of glasses. Under her doctor's coat she wore black skinny jeans and black Vans sneakers with white laces. This treatment room contained a small desk with a chair, a long treatment table, another loose chair, and a stool on wheels.
"Just sit here." she pointed to the loose chair. "How can I help you?"
- "Um, well, I'd been to Dr. Fischer about..." I gestured with my hands that I was thinking about my words for a moment.
"Ah yes, erection problems, I read it in your file. That can indeed be the case with certain medications. Of course it's not permanent, you know. Your hormones are affected by the medications you take. And that can also influence this issue. But if you ever stop taking these medications or switch, the side effects will simply disappear again."
- "Ah, right, I understand. So... what am I gonna do now then. What do you recommend?"
"We can try a lower dose. If that's not possible, we can also try switching to a comparable medicine. Then you might experience these side effects less, or not at all. But unfortunately there's not certainty at all."
- "Okay, so let's just try that, right?"
"Yeah. That seems like a good thing to try." She paused for a moment. "Now that you're here, I'd like to rule out one more thing. Would you sit on the treatment table, please? I just need to grab something, I'll be right back."
- "Okay..." I replied doubtfully.
"Nothing scary." she replied in reassurance as she walked towards the door.
3. Treatment
After a few moments she came back. She was no longer wearing her white doctor's coat. On top of her black skinny jeans she wore a light gray shirt that hugged her round breasts. She locked the door behind her and walked to the window to close the blinds halfway.
"Okay, here's what we're gonna do." she continued calmly. "I'll just stand in front of you, don't be alarmed." While I was sitting on the edge of the table, Liz came and stood right in front of me. Here eyes were now just above my eye level. I was staring right at her mouth and her slender neck.
"Okay, I'm gonna do a few tests." she said. She stood right in front of me for a few seconds without saying anything. She pulled her shirt tight. The round shape of her breasts was now clearly visible. She then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me a little towards her. My nose almost touched her breasts. She remained in this position for a few seconds again. She looked diagonally at my face under her glasses. She saw my eyes widen. I didn't know what to say.
She let go of me and stood back up.
"Okay, next step... don't be alarmed."
She grabbed my crotch with her left hand and rubbed up and down a few times. "Mmmmhhh...." I moaned softly.
- "Hm!" she muttered inquisitively.
She held my penis and balls tightly and through my pants she gently massaged my balls with her fingers.
"Pffwwwwww......" I uttered.
- "Hm-hm." she now chuckled softly under her breath.
"I, I don't know..." I stammered.
- "Very good." she interrupted me.
"For the next part I'd like to ask you to undress. Just your pants and underwear are fine."
- "I... is this all part of it?" I asked in bewilderment.
"Yes. Of course, only if you feel comfortable with it, right? I find consent and trust in the treatment very important. But you don't have to worry. I'm experienced in this field. There's no need to feel uncomfortable."
- "Oh..." I responded in disbelief. I could not believe my ears. At the same time it all felt so safe and familiar. Liz managed to put me at ease very well, I must say.
