9 -- Metamorphosis
It didn't matter that she was a woman in her mid-twenties -- a visit to the family doctor always made Danielle feel like a little girl.
Part of it was due to the set up: As instructed she sat on the crinkly paper that covered the examination table, her legs dangling and nervously swinging, unable to reach the floor. There was also the fact that she'd been seeing that same doctor since she was a baby.
As a busy person in her prime with optimal health, Danielle didn't feel like she needed to come for her physicals anymore, but her mother had insisted that she continue to see the doctor yearly. It was to her of vital importance that a medical professional sign off on her daughter's health... so there Danielle was. This visit however, would be very different than any visit before, for Danielle had over the past month undergone some very surprising physical changes. For that reason she was nervous and fearing embarrassment.
As always they made her wait, but finally after something like fifteen minutes Doctor Jergens opened the door and stepped into the examination room. "Hello Danielle, how are you?"
"Good, and you?"
"Oh just fine, dear," the diminutive grey hair woman replied. She squinted through her glasses at Danielle, admiring the picture of beauty and health that she always was, a rather gorgeous half-asian of slim, slightly tall figure with long, straight black hair.
The usual procedures began... the round of questions about Danielle's health over the past year, the tongue depresser with 'say ahh', the mallet tap at her knees, and all the rest. But as things progressed to the more intensive steps of the physical, Danielle's worries began to unfold.
"Shirt off," the doctor said as she put on her stethoscope. Her eyes seemed to widen at the sight she was presented with, and before the cold metal was placed on Danielle's chest she had to comment, "dear I think you'll need to invest in a new bra."
"Yes, I know. My chest has gone up a few cup sizes, it was very fast. Haven't had a chance to get refitted."
"Indeed, indeed..." as she listened to Danielle's heart she couldn't help but admire the sight of so much round bosomy flesh spilling out of the bra, a rather ridiculous display of cleavage, underboob and side-boob. She also noted that Danielle's physical fitness had never seemed better, as other than all that new breast flesh she couldn't see a single fold of fat on her, and there was subtle muscle rippling beneath her gentle skin. "And is this due to any new medications you've been taking? Birth control?"
"No, I haven't been taking anything new."
"Nature can be funny, I guess."
Danielle nodded, "sure."
"Okay, now please remove your pants."
"Uhh...?"
"For your pelvic exam, dear."
"Um, no, I think I'd prefer if we didn't," Danielle said, quickly beginning to grow red in the cheeks. A wave of fear washed over her -- this was the moment she'd been fearing.
"It's recommended, Danielle. And we've done this so many times before, without any issue."
"Please, no."
The doctor tilted her head, her brow furrowing in confusion. She wasn't used to such resistance, not only from a calm girl like Danielle but from any patient really. "It's recommended, especially as you grow older and are sexually active, that we inspect the pelvic region for growths or abnormalities. Then there's also the pap smear."
Danielle shook her head, looking quite determined to resist still, to the doctor's surprise.
"Well, I can't force you, it's your choice, but it will go on your health records that you've begun to refuse this step of your physical. And I don't know why you would, especially if there is something of note, we'd want to assess it immediately. Is there something of note, Danielle?"
"I... I..."
Doctor Jergens tried one last time: "Please stand up, and remove your pants and underwear." To her surprise Danielle actually assented. She hopped off the examination table for a breast jostling landing, to stand straight and relatively tall before her, then began to slide her dark yoga pants and panties off of her shapely hips and down. She was stone-faced, but inside all nerves.
"Now back up on the table, dear."
This was the moment she'd feared. Danielle moved to get back up on the table with an awkward slither, her legs pressed tight together the entire time. Once seated she saw the expectant look on her doctor's face, so she finally parted her long, lovely legs...
Where her clit used to be, there was now a flaccid cock. She'd had it tucked away the entire time. As if that weren't shocking enough, it was ungodly large. It rested on the paper covering of the examination table like a sleeping serpent.
"What in the world?!"
"I know, I'm sorry doctor, it's very strange! I... I have this now."
"Danielle, Danielle I... this is extremely... unprecedented. It's real?"
"Yes."