Alexandra's Anal Awakening
Another special one from me and my newest writing partner, Grok. I'm afraid to say it, but at least temporarily, I'm ... kinda hooked. I've created a few of these stories on my own now, just for my own personal enjoyment -- and it's absolutely remarkable how well it takes my prompts and perhaps past interactions, and creates writings that don't quite sound like me, but they feel like me. They feel like what I'd write if I had more of the colorful vocabulary and expressive prose at my fingertips.
So yeah - I'm still taking credit. These are still me -- my stories. But so no one is kept in the dark, I had help. But let's be clear ... I'm still the doctor, and I'm still in charge -- understood?
The following is the prompt I began the story with. It was whipped out, I didn't take too much time with it -- I find that even if I'm not as colorful as I could be, so long as I'm descriptive, like I would be if I was struggling to describe something verbally, grok gets the sense of what I'm going for. So don't judge by the slightly sloppy writing here, it's just the seed of something ... more. As you'll find out if you read further.
Alexandra (Alex, to her friends) had just turned 24. She was a sweet, typical girl of her age -- not promiscuous, but not unfamiliar with the fun boys and girls had together. She'd been to a gynecologist regularly since she turned 19. That first visit was no walk in the park, but as much as she hated it, she got used to it and came to terms with it.
There was one part, though, that always worried her. Her bottom. Her back bottom, that is ... her pooper. She hated the idea of pooping. She tried not to think about it any more than she had to, avoided the topic of discussion. Even with her friends who talked about absolutely everything (my god, had they no filters whatsoever??) she still wouldn't say one word about anything that went on ... back there.
Why? She honestly had no idea -- it just made her feel ... icky. And perhaps a little queasy. She had vague memories of being a little girl, maybe 4 or 5, and a blur of an awful doctor visit because she was constipated and the doctor had to push his finger inside her and ... what was he doing? Pulling poop out or something? Ewww, she tried to forget it, but that's the closest thing to an explanation she could think of.
Unfortunately, what Alexandra didn't realize was that her next well-woman checkup would be an adventure in backdoor exploration like she'd never, ever dared to imagine. There was, she was about to learn, a tiny hemorrhoid growing externally on her anus. It was small, and only bothered her a little, and she tried to ignore the bright red streaks of blood on the toilet paper. But deeper inside was another one, from all her straining and avoidance of the toilet and keeping a regular schedule, she'd started to strain her rectal tissues in ways that ... well, let's find out together, shall we?
Poor thing ... she's about to become more familiar with, and her her bottom talked about, more than she'd ever thought about it in her entire life -- put together. Oh well, first time for everything...