Aicha was apprehensive. Her mother had said she had to take her to a doctor, but had not said about what, except that it was something to be done because of her being a woman. In any case, it was not the usual doctor, the one seen for ailments. She thought about the things that some of her friends had alluded to. How they had been taken to a clinic and… Well, better not thing too much about it.

Aicha's father was a progressive man, with a solid position in commerce and connections in government. He had married a more traditional, even conservative, woman. This had led to disagreements, at times. Aicha's mother wanted to follow traditional Egyptian practices regarding girls; her father had disagreed with the most invasive proposals. Aicha was just made to wear conservative dress, and was kept away from boys.

Now that she was eighteen, Aicha was about to enter university. This increased her mother's concerns. Obviously, it would become difficult to watch over her as much. She would meet young men. She could bring dishonor to the family… Aicha's mother shuddered as she reminisced of she had caught Aicha doing unspeakable things, things that would have been avoided if her husband had listened to her.

Aicha's mother had however heard about some modern solutions proposed by a clinic in town. She requested documentation, and booked an appointment. The date had now come.

The two women entered the doctor's office. To her surprise, the doctor was a woman. Her smile was reassuring. She directed Aicha next door, to see the nurse: "your mother and I need to talk". Aicha did not like the idea of older people discussing her matters out of earshot, but what could she say.

Next door was an examination or treatment room with a padded examination table covered by paper, cabinets, a sink… The nurse was cheerful too: "go behind that screen and get undressed; you can keep your socks, but remove everything else". Aicha did not like was she was hearing.

Run away? She would not run long. And what would her mother think… Aicha slowly undressed, and then came out, trying to hide her pubes with her hand.

"Hop on the table and lay on your left side."

Aicha obeyed. At least she would not have to meet the nurse's eyes, and it felt less awkward than hiding her pubes.

She felt the nurses' hands adjusting her position, moving her thighs. Then, to her surprise, the nurse parted her buttocks. She felt something wet and cold on her anus, entering her… then a "beep". A thermometer! It had been years since her mother last put one there!

An awkward moment passed, with the nurse holding the thermometer inside, waiting. When the thermometer beeped again, she withdrew it and read it. "No fever. Good."

Without further ado, the nurse parted Aicha's buttocks again. Then, she again felt something cold and wet entering her anus. It was thicker than the thermometer. Then, she felt liquid being injected inside.

"What are you doing to me?!

— Just something to have you poo-poo. Don't worry."

The childish vocabulary displeased Aicha. And why give her medicine to "go poo"? She was not constipated. She did not have much time thinking about it, for the nurse was already mentioning her to go to the scales to get weighed, then to a height chart.

"You can sit on the table if you wish." The moment was awkward. Sitting on the table naked, not knowing what to do and what would happen… and this slight feeling in the tummy, this slight urge to go to the toilet…

The nurse was busying herself preparing trays of items. Then she fiddled with the table, extending some devices. Aicha preferred not to look. She had her of such things. Were her fears justified? She would have liked to stop thinking.

One almost had the impression that the nurse was doing things in the examination room more for giving herself a countenance than because of real needs. The urge in Aicha's stomach was growing.

"Madam, can I go?

— Wait a little more."

A little more? The urge to go, which at the beginning was only slight, was now strong, like that time when she had diarrhea. She crossed her arms on her stomach and bent forward slightly.

The nurse had now stopped preparing things and was just looking at her. The awkwardness intensified.

"Madam, I really have to go.

— Behind that door. Pee-pee as well, empty your bladder."

The room had its own ensuite toilet. Aicha almost ran. She closed the door, sat on the toilet, and expelled. Even though she had not felt like going before leaving for the clinic, whatever was inside what had been injected into her had triggered her bowels.

"Wash your hands carefully afterwards."

Aicha used the little spray mounted on the toilet, then washed her hands carefully as instructed (won't that nurse stop treating her like a little child?).

After she was done, she exited the little toilet room. The nurse motioned her to the table. "Sit on that end… Lay back… Now put your ankles in these stirrups, I need to wash your bottom. Move a bit so that your bottom sticks out."

Aicha rolled her eyes. Wash her bottom? But she obeyed. The position was very embarrassing. True, her bottom would be accessible, but it also displayed her "front", the place that her mother had told her not to touch except for washing. She recall the beatings she had experienced when caught, the last time three months before. Then she thought about the discussions with some girls… Would her mother… But what would it have to do with a nurse getting her to go poopy?

The nurse started by washing the "front" place, then washed the anus and in between the buttocks.

"Stay like this."

The nurse went to the door leading to the doctor's office and knocked.

"Enter.

— She's ready.

— Good. I'm coming."

The doctor entered the examination room, smiling again. Aicha pondered closing her legs, but she had been told to stay.

"No fever.", said the nurse. She and the doctor exchanged glances. One woman went each side of Aicha's legs, and before she had time to think about it, tied a strap around her ankles. "This is to avoid you falling." Then, another strap was placed around her waist. Then each woman took an arm and brought it to the table side, and placed another strap.

It all happened so fast that Aicha had not had the time to react.

"Untie me! Please!

— It won't be long, dear."

The doctor put on a face mask and started palpating Aicha's neck and under armpits. Then she palpated her breasts, one at a time, finishing by pinching the tip. "Ouch" said Aicha. "Ever had problems there? Tenderness? — No !".

The doctor was dictating to the nurse about breast development and pubic hair. She then moved down.

The doctor was now staring at her private parts. Aicha tried to close her thighs but it was impossible. The doctor continued dictating notes about vulvar development. She felt a gloved finger moving the skin on the place she had touched herself because it felt so good. More words that she did not comprehend. She felt her folds being parted. The doctor looked up close.

"Mmh."

Then she felt cold, wet finger entering slightly that place where she herself had tried sticking a finger when rubbing, that place that her mother had told her in no uncertain terms never to stick anything inside. There was some resistance. The finger withdrew. More incomprehensible words being dictated.

The finger then pressed on her anus. "Bear down like for going poo-poo", said the doctor. Aicha obeyed. The finger entered and felt her insides. It took a while, then the doctor dictated more information and withdrew.

The nurse, now also wearing a face mask, then went to wash her folds again. Then, she used some kind of disinfectant. The feeling was unpleasant, it irritated slightly the sensitive parts.

Then Aicha, not quite being able to see what was being done to her, felt some slight pin prick. Then another, and another, and another. Then her "front place" became numb. Aicha's apprehension increased.

"What are you doing to me???

— Don't worry. We are just installing something so that you keep yourself pure."

The doctor and the nurse busied themselves down there. Aicha felt something cold resting on her "little thing" that she used to rub, and on her skin.

More disinfectant applied.

The doctor and the nurse then untied the straps.

"You may go get dressed. Do not touch yourself there."

Behind the screen, before putting her panties on, despite the warning, Aicha moved her hand towards her crotch. There, she felt some kind of strange device tied to her private parts. The device covered the little part that she used to rub. She then got worried about the warning and stopped investigating.

A very sullen Aicha emerged from the treatment room into the waiting room, where her mother was waiting. Aicha wanted to ask questions, but not in front of all these people.

Aicha's mother was settling the bill and collecting paperwork from the secretary. She overheard mentions of "certificates".

The trip back to the house was miserable. As the numbness was wearing off, Aicha could feel the device pulling on her skin, as would earrings.