This is a work of fiction. All characters are above the age of 18. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
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Turning 18 was amazing. I was an adult now and I could feel the independence that came with it, like today! This was my first physical examination since turning 18 and I was told this is quite different than others but I didn't know how. I was ushered into the waiting room by the receptionist and told to wait for my name to be called.
So far this clinic seemed like every other clinic I'd been to with hygiene and mental health posters on the mundane coloured walls. Apart from me, there was one other woman sitting in the waiting are. She looked older and if I had to guess she was a patient's mother, anxiously waiting for her daughter while she kept looking at the clock and tapping her foot.
Her anxiousness made me restless. Why was she so nervous? What is happening in the examination room? I had so many questions but I doubted anyone would be willing to fill me in.
While I was waiting, the receptionist gave me a few forms to fill out and sign. I filled in my information and absentmindedly signed the forms thinking they were normal doctor stuff and legalese that I couldn't be bothered with to read; and returned them.
A couple of minutes later, a young girl my age appeared through the door and ran into the older woman's arms. Behind her appeared a woman in a white coat. Her label read Dr. Brown; and she was stunning. She had remarkable facial features - green eyes, perfect cheekbones and a jawline that could cut through glass. She was tall and slender and wore a pencil skirt with a top and high heels. I suspected she was about 6 feet with the heels.
She walked up to the mother-daughter duo and told the mother that her daughter was a good girl and that she passed most of her tests. For the few she didn't pass, they had to come back in for re-evaluation. The duo thanked the doctor and left the clinic. I thought Dr. Brown would call my name next but she too went back inside. I had no other choice but to wait.
"Anne Wilson." A nurse stood in the waiting room calling my name out loudly to an almost empty room, a few minutes after Dr. Brown left.
"That's me," I said. The nurse then told me to follow her. I grabbed my things and tried to keep up with her fast pace.
She led me into a room with a examination table, a desk with a computer for the doctor, tools that I didn't recognise, a cupboard for storage and something mysterious hiding behind a curtain.
The nurse took out what looked like a hospital gown and told me to take off all my clothes, including my underwear, and put that on. I was confused. I had never taken off my underwear for a routine physical exam before but I thought this is what was different about the first adult one.
I waited for the nurse to leave but instead of giving me some privacy she told me to hurry up. I didn't want her to get angry at me so I did as she said and took off my shorts and tank top. I was a bit shy to remove my bra and panties in front of her but when she told me to hurry up again, I obliged. I took them off as fast as I could and put on the gown. The nurse then told me to sit on the exam table and wait for the doctor while she took my clothes and left.
I was scrolling through my phone when I heard the door open again and Dr. Brown came in. I put my phone down and waited for her to start. She was checked some papers before she looked up at me.
"Hello Anne. I am Dr. Brown and I am going to take care of you today. I see that you turned 18 three days ago, right?" I nodded in response and she continued, "Very well. I need to ask you some questions to fill in the blanks I have here okay?" I nodded once again.
"Are you sexually active?" She looked at me intensely.
"I'm sorry, what?" I was flabbergasted. No one has ever asked me that. And where was the discretion, for god's sake. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
"Oh honey, no need to get embarrassed. I'm a doctor, I understand. Now, have you ever had sex?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes. A couple of times with my ex-boyfriend."
She nodded. "When was the last time you had sex?"
"A year ago," I told her. After my ex broke up with me I didn't get together with anyone else and hence didn't have sex.
"Ah, a tight hole." She murmured as she jotted something down on the papers. I squeezed my legs together. Something about this situation was arousing to me.
"What kind of things did you do with your ex?" She asked me. I frowned. I asked her for clarification because I wasn't sure what she meant.
"I mean what positions did you try? Did he suck on your nipples? Eat your pussy? Did he ever spank you? Did you give him a blowjob? Etc."
I was sure my cheeks were bright red because no one had ever been this direct with me about sex before. Not even my ex. I cleared my throat. "We only did missionary and I gave him a few blowjobs."
She sighed disappointedly. "Boys," she muttered. She cleared her throat, put down her papers and grinned.
"We should get started, we have a lot of work to do."
The exam started like any other did. She checked my heartbeat, took my blood pressure, checked my height and weight while two female nurses assisted her. She then took my blood and gave me a cup to urinate in. Once I came back from the bathroom, she instructed a third nurse to use this sample for my ovulation tracking. I was confused.
"Why do you need to track my ovulation?" I questioned.
The doctor looked at me puzzled. "You do know why you are here, right hun?" she asked.
I replied, "For a routine physical examination."
She then looked at the nurses and they all chuckled. "You should've read the consent forms more closely sweetie. But that's okay, you're in for a treat."
I was very confused but there was nothing much I could do about the situation. Dr. Brown then instructed me to lie down on the table and prop my legs up, like for a gynaecological exam. I did as she said. She sat on a stool in front of my exposed pussy and remarked at how wet it was while suppressing a laugh. I was deeply embarrassed and started to feel a little humiliated.
The doctor then took out a measuring tape and started taking some kind of measurements.
"You're not seriously measuring my vagina, are you?" I called out.
"Of course we are. All to understand you and your needs better, my dear," she said. I closed my eyes and prayed for this to be over but it wasn't.
The two nurses appeared on either side of me and started pulling down my gown. I didn't even protest, just wishing for it to be over. She started measuring my boob size and nipple size. Once they were all done, they didn't even bother to fix the gown so I did.
The doctor then told me to hop off the table and stand. "Now it's time for your stimulation examination," she informed me.
And before I could understand or question what was happening, the two nurses started taking off my gown. I protested but they paid no heed to my cries. I kept asking them what they were doing but no one answered. I looked towards Dr. Brown but she was now focused on her computer.
Once I was naked, two male nurses came in and escorted me to a table that was hidden behind the mysterious curtains. It was an examination table not unlike the normal ones but with this one there seemed to be restrains on the side of this one. I struggled against the nurses shouting 'why' and 'what is happening' until finally Dr. Brown had enough and told me to shut up or she would sedate me. I did as she said and stopped resisting.