“Position yourself nicely” – in other words: spread your legs and let a stranger touch your most intimate areas. I still couldn't get over the fact that I had to be completely naked on the gynecological chair during my examination! Every fiber of my body rebelled against what I considered to be excessive exposure. “Leave your clothes here in the prep room; you won't need them during the exam. But if you like, you can take your cell phone with you, as you may have to wait a few minutes for the doctor. Let's go over there,” said the medical assistant, opening the door to the adjacent exam room. I followed her—every step in complete nudity was so humiliating and embarrassing for me. With a queasy feeling in my stomach, I entered the examination room and there I saw it: the gynecological chair. The room was warm and bright and, overall, quite modern. Roller blinds were attached to the windows for privacy. Nevertheless, the gynecological chair stood there against the wall like a monster, like a final boss for me today, on which I would inevitably find myself in a few minutes with my legs spread and then also with my labia open. I stared at the gynecological chair as if petrified, its sight triggering a whole wave of emotions and feelings in me: shame, excitement, fear, and also a little curiosity about what might happen today. Every orifice of my body would be accessible to the doctor. My mind was already racing: How would it feel to lie on the thin paper pad that rustled with every little movement? How would the leg rests feel, holding my legs in a wide-open position and thus providing a perfect view of my vagina and also my anus?

As I continued to tap my way into the examination room with short, nervous steps, one question in particular was burning under my fingernails, which I immediately asked the assistant: “Will I be examined by a male or female doctor?” "Unfortunately, I can't tell you that yet. Let yourself be surprised, you'll see who comes in right away. So we don't waste any time, let's get you ready for the exam on the gynecological chair. Please come over here and sit down on the seat, I'll put your leg rests in the right position and then you can make yourself comfortable. Since our patients are naked during the exam, our exam rooms are always well heated so that no one has to freeze, even if the exam takes a little longer. At 25 degrees, it's comfortable, a bit like being on a nudist beach," she said with a mischievous smile. Make myself comfortable on this thing? That must be a bad joke. And I don't have to spread my thighs on a nudist beach either, I thought angrily. Now I noticed that there was also a normal examination couch in the room.

Between the gynecological chair and the examination table were several rolling drawers with shelves and a monitor. Various cables were attached to the monitor, which probably had something to do with the ultrasound. A large, movable LED lamp in front of the gynecological chair and the smell of disinfectant completed the unpleasant scenario. Overall, the examination room was state-of-the-art and made a friendly impression on me. The electrically height-adjustable chair seemed to be a fairly new model. The seat and backrest could also be adjusted electrically. I sat down relatively quickly on the seat of the gynecological chair and noticed how my bottom sank slightly into the green leather. “The faster I cooperate, the faster it will be over,” I thought. I was now supposed to lie back and place my legs in the plastic stirrups. These were slightly larger and more stable than the ones I was familiar with from my previous gynecologist. This made my legs feel a little stiffer and held them more firmly in place, I felt. For me, the most uncomfortable and embarrassing moment is always when I have to place my legs in the stirrups and my most intimate body parts are exposed.

I took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. Great, Marie, now is the moment when you are at their mercy again—this time completely naked, and there's nothing you can do about it. “Now slide your bottom forward a little more. Right up to the edge of the chair so that your bottom is hanging over a little,” instructed the assistant, and I moved my bottom forward, “yes, further, a little more, don't worry, you won't fall off the chair, right up to the edge... good, okay.” So now I was apparently in the right position, and as always, it felt like I was about to fall off this stupid chair at any moment. I could clearly feel how my butt cheeks and also my labia majora had already parted slightly due to the spreading of my legs. Judging by the breeze, my rosebud was now exposed too – the involuntary spreading of my buttocks had removed any protection in the anal area. The assistant pressed a switch and my backrest moved back a little more towards horizontal, so that I was no longer sitting so upright. Even lying down, I could still see clearly what was going on between my legs.

"Great, now you're lying down nicely. Then we can get started right away. I'll leave you alone for a moment and take care of the next patient. The doctor should be with you shortly, then we can get started. Please stay lying down and don't get up,“ said the assistant curtly before leaving. ”Great, now I'm lying here stark naked, on display, waiting for a male doctor to come in and see me naked," I thought to myself. I sincerely hoped I wouldn't have to wait too long... why do you have to wait in this humiliating position on the chair? It was so unnecessary! My heart was beating faster and faster, my hands were getting sweaty, and I was looking around the examination room more and more nervously. I wondered what examination instruments were in the drawers and would then be used on me. I knew deep down that this gynecological examination would be the most intense and thorough of my life—I could do nothing but wait and let whatever happened to me happen.

There was also a sideboard with cupboards and a sink in the room. On the shelves were various utensils, some of which were unidentifiable. Various boxes of rubber gloves were available for the examination. The temperature was actually so warm that I wasn't cold even though I was completely naked. Coupled with the excitement, I now had frantic red spots on my face and neck. I forced myself to breathe calmly and not get further worked up about the situation. No matter what happens, I'm getting out of here—whatever they do to me and stick in my vagina or ass. My biggest concern at the moment: my ass. It was exasperating – earlier I couldn't go to the bathroom and relieve myself, and now, with all the excitement, I suddenly feel the urge again. And what do they mean when they say they'll solve the problem with my full bowels? What scared me the most was that today, for the first time in my life, I would apparently be examined through my ass.

“An examination up my anus”—those words stuck in my mind and wouldn't leave me alone. I fidgeted restlessly, moving my butt back and forth a little. It was hanging slightly over the edge of the chair in this position. “If they stick something in my butt and examine my rear end, I run the risk of pooping during the exam because I'm so nervous,” I imagined my absolute nightmare. No, Marie, that's not going to happen! And it can't be that bad, after all, the other girls got through it too! Maybe they'll just poke my butt with a finger and that'll be it. Whatever, I can't change it now.

The wait seemed endless, and I grew increasingly nervous. Please, not a man, I thought. Anything but that. I looked down at my feet, which were sticking out of the front of the leg rests. Out of boredom, I wiggled my toes in my socks. They were the only thing I still had on that covered any part of my body. Based on my position, I realized that my butt was probably pointing pretty much straight at the door. Whoever came in now would see my anus and vagina first, and only then my face. The feeling of having to remain naked in this degrading position reduced my entire body to just my genitals. Everything else except my vagina, my anus, and my breasts seemed completely irrelevant here and now. In this position, you can't hide anything—it's impossible.