Georgia anxiously waited in the doctor's office, tapping her foot in an attempt to release some excess tension. She was embarrassed and shy about the whole situation, but more than anything, she was worried. What if something bad happened? What if there were horrible side-effects?
"Georgia Bloomberg?" The secretary called out. "Dr. Connor is ready for you."
Georgia nodded and stood, clipboard in hand. It was office policy to fill out several pages of paperwork before visiting their world-renowned doctor. Although pre-appointment paperwork isn't unusual, this office in particular required more than enough signatures to make her wrist cramp up. Her clipboard held a hefty stack of NDAs, liability forms, medical history, symptom checkboxes, and other miscellaneous legal documents. It all seemed a bit excessive.
Georgia followed the secretary out of the waiting room and down a long hallway. The place smelled sterile. After passing several identical doors labeled alphabetically, they stopped.
"Go ahead and have a seat in here. Doctor Connor will be in shortly. Just take your pants and underwear off before you get in the stirrups. Oh, and feel free to use the modesty cloth if that makes you more comfortable." The secretary smiled kindly. "I know that this can be intimidating, but just think about it like any other usual visit to the gynecologist. You have nothing to worry about. We're here to help you."
Georgia nodded, although the secretary's words weren't particularly comforting. Think of it like any other visit to the gynecologist? What kind of advice was that? Clearly this wasn't an average, run-of-the-mill doctor's appointment, and pretending otherwise was ridiculous.
The secretary must have sensed Georgia's lingering anxieties, because she placed a comforting hand on Georgia's shoulder. "I promise you're going to be alright. Doctor Connor is very experienced in this treatment. I've seen hundreds of women come in and out of this office, and almost every one of them is thrilled with their results. This is medical science we couldn't have even dreamed about ten years ago, so we're incredibly lucky to have access to it today. I'm really proud of you for taking this step to change your life." She withdrew her hand and opened the door.
Georgia took a deep breath and entered the room. The secretary was right. Although this treatment was relatively new, it had been vetted and approved by the FDA. This was a well-respected establishment, with hundreds of success stories. Besides, she was a cautious woman, and she'd been sure to do her research before making a decision. She wouldn't have chosen to go through with the treatment if she didn't believe it would be safe and effective.
She did as she was told and stripped from the waist down, leaving her paperwork and clothing on the table to her left. She unfolded the white "modesty cloth," smoothed it over her naked lap, and made herself comfortable in the stirrups.
A couple minutes later, the door opened, and a woman wearing a white jacket and a name tag entered the room. She had thick ginger hair, tied into a bun, and a beautifully feminine figure. She looked just as beautiful and competent as she did on the billboard.
"Hello, Georgia. My name is Dr. April Connor. I'm so glad that you've decided to see me today."
"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Georgia said. There was always something so awkward about doctor's appointments, particularly ones where her legs were spread wide open and her bare vagina was exposed to the chilly air. That was another thing about doctors' offices that she wasn't particularly fond of - they were always too cold, which was evident in the way Dr. Connor's nipples poked through her lab coat. Georgia tried not to stare.
"It's very nice to meet you, too." The doctor picked up the clipboard and began flipping through the pages. "It's come to my attention that you're here today due to concerns about your sex drive. Is that correct?"
Georgia nodded.
"I understand. That's why most women come to see us here. It's an unfortunate symptom that many women experience, for a variety of reasons, especially as they age - although, you're on the younger end of our demographic. I understand that it must feel frustrating and confusing to lose your libido before you even reach 30. Is that correct?"
Georgia's face flushed pink with embarrassment. She had to remind herself that this was a safe environment, and there was no reason to feel ashamed.
"Well, yeah...if I'm being honest, it's ruined every romantic relationship I've ever had, and it's embarrassing. I feel isolated."
"I completely understand, but I want you to know that you're not alone. Many women struggle with the exact same issue, which is why I began my research 7 years ago, and why my colleagues and I put so much time and money into opening this office. We're here to help you feel like yourself again."
Georgia nodded. She wasn't entirely sure what to say to that.
"I assume you've gone through all the paperwork, which means you understand this procedure, is that correct?"
Georgia nodded again.
"Excellent. Well then, let's begin. I'll talk you through it to help you feel as comfortable and supported as possible. Feel free to ask any questions."
Dr. Connor opened a cabinet and removed a bottle of something. She pulled latex gloves over her manicured hands, and sat in a low stool, her face positioned directly in front of Georgia's exposed vagina.
"I'm going to spread this cream over your labia. It's function is to make this process as painless as possible. It may tingle a bit."
Dr. Connor squirted a large dollop of the white cream onto her gloved hands, and pressed two fingers into Georgia's vagina. Georgia gasped at the sensation, which was much warmer and pleasanter than she had expected. The cream wasn't cold at all - it was actually the temperature of a mild bath. The warmth was accompanied by a tingling sensation, and Georgia felt butterflies stir in her stomach. The doctor's fingers made her feel gloriously full, causing the blood to rush to her genitals.
"How's that?" The doctor asked, looking up at Georgia through her long eyelashes. "Does that feel okay?"
Georgia swallowed thickly and nodded. Whatever that cream was, she liked it.
"Great. The brilliant thing about this cream is that it triggers the pleasure receptors in your brain, so it should help your muscles relax and get those sex hormones flowing. It was one of my first inventions, and still one of my proudest. I always apply it before we get into the real treatment."
Dr. Connor lifted a large syringe out of her lab coat pocket, and removed the safety tip. She squeezed it gently to let out a few drops of pink liquid. "But THIS is my real claim to fame."
Now, typically, a giant needle poised at her vagina would have led Georgia to vomit on the spot, but somehow she felt incredibly relaxed. She trusted Doctor Connor, and if the magic cream was any indicator, this woman was clearly a medical genius.
"It won't hurt, but this is going to feel....intense."
With her left hand fingers still lodged in Georgia's vagina, Doctor Conner used her right hand to plunge the needle directly into Georgia's clitoris. Immediately, Georgia was hit with a wave of pleasure akin to a small orgasm, which she hadn't felt in months. Slowly and deliberately, the doctor emptied the contents of the syringe into Georgia's labia. Subconsciously, Georgia let out a quiet moan.
"That's right, just enjoy the process. We're almost done." Doctor Connor removed the empty syringe and disposed of it in the proper bin. "All I have to do now is massage the product in."
With that, she began to curl her left fingers, gently stimulating Georgia's g-spot, which had been dormant for most of her life.
Georgia had to restrain herself from shooting up in the chair and arching her back. This feeling was entirely foreign to her, after spending most of her life averse to sex and masturbation. Hell, she'd never really been horny before, so the dawning pulsation of her vagina was like nothing else she'd ever experienced.
The doctor used her right hand to apply light pressure to Georgia's now enlarged clitoris, rubbing small circles. The leftover cream from earlier worked as excellent lubricant, allowing doctor Conner to rub and caress Georgia's folds with exquisite grace and precision.
"How does that feel, Georgia?"
Georgia was sweating now, barely managing to contain her immense pleasure. "Uh, it's, uh, it feels good." She stuttered out, using all her power to retain her composure.
"Most women tend to enjoy this process." Dr. Connor said, smiling knowingly. "I'm almost finished up. Just a few more circles and thrusts, and--"
Georgia had hardly any warning before her pelvic muscles clenched around Dr. Connor's fingers and a powerful orgasm shot through her body. No longer able to contain herself, Georgia let out a loud moan as her pussy twitched in pleasure with her doctor's touch.
Doctor Connor continued to thrust her fingers in and out of Georgia's now wet vagina as her orgasm rolled through her, not stopping until the waves of pleasure faded and Georgia was left lying limp and exhausted in post-orgasmic bliss.
"Excellent. You've done a great job today, Georgia." Doctor Connor stood up, removed her surgical gloves, and brushed the wrinkles out of her lab coat. "My secretary is going to come back in a few minutes to see you out. In the meantime, go ahead and put your clothes back on."
She opened the door and stepped out, popping her head back in for one last remark before closing it: "And don't forget to come back next month for your follow-up appointment, so that we can touch base on how you're doing. I'm sure you're going to be thrilled with your results. Have a great rest of your day, Miss Bloomberg!"
