"Sofia, I want to do an external assessment first, just to check for any irritation or redness," he said as he moved a swivel stool right in front of the examination table.

He sat down in front of her, facing her most intimate parts. From that position, so close, Sofia could almost hear his breathing. Her legs resting on the supports gave her the strange impression that she no longer had any chance of hiding. The doctor, in a neutral tone, invited her to relax as much as possible, but it was clear that her body was becoming increasingly tense. She closed her eyes.

When the cold glove touched her most intimate skin for the first time, a shiver ran down her spine. The gesture was technical, precise, aimed only at observation, but very different sensations mingled in her mind.

The doctor worked calmly, mentally noting what he observed, gently spreading her labia majora to check for any signs of irritation or redness. Sofia flinched, biting her lip, tense and unsure how to handle the wave of emotions that was overwhelming her.

The physician's fingers continued to touch her gently, a delicate palpation that reached her clitoris, her most sensitive part.

With an instinctive movement, she tried to close her legs.

But the man, experienced, stopped her with his hand, thinking that given the girl's sensitivity, it would be better to tie her legs to the supports for the rest of the examination. He tried to reassure her, "Sofia, relax, I'm just doing an external assessment, you won't feel any pain."

His fingers were now focused on the clitoris, with one hand holding the labia slightly apart to carefully expose the area surrounding the clitoris, looking for any redness, lesions, or signs of irritation.

Once the glans was exposed, the doctor observed its shape, size, and the degree of mobility of the surrounding tissues, assessing its elasticity in response to light manipulation.

With her fingers, she repeatedly exposed the girl's clitoris, who became increasingly tense and began to complain of discomfort.

"Doctor, please be gentle!"

The man reassured her. "Don't worry, Sofia, I'll apply some lubricant."

With that, he took the tube of gel and, after applying a little to his fingers, began to gently lubricate the outside of her vagina.

Sofia flinched at the coldness of the ointment and then slowly began to relax her muscles.

The doctor's touch began to feel particularly pleasant, especially when the gentle massage hidden behind the lubrication began to focus on her clitoris again.

With the help of the gel, the doctor began to uncover it and massage it gently, watching it swell more and more. He continued the delicate test for a few moments, immediately generating an uncontrolled reaction from Sofia.

Her mind kept telling her that it was just an examination, a necessary medical procedure, but her body reacted with uncontrollable shivers, a rush of sensations that made her deeply embarrassed.

"Now, Sofia, I'm going to lubricate you internally. You may feel some pressure or discomfort, but I'll try to be as gentle as possible."

Sofia nodded slightly, her face contorted with embarrassment. She felt the pressure of the finger slowly penetrating her. A shiver ran through her body: cold, tension, and a sensation that was difficult to define.

The doctor moved it gently, first along the vaginal walls, then up towards the cervix, noting with pleasure how much the girl was opening up to his touch.

"Relax your breathing, that's better..." he murmured.

Sofia tried to obey, but she could feel her heart beating wildly. Every movement made her feel more and more exposed, as if the line between medical procedure and violation of her privacy was very thin.

When the doctor had finished lubricating her, he slowly withdrew his finger and gave her a reassuring nod.

"Now, Sofia, we will need to proceed with a more thorough internal examination. I will use a Collins speculum: it is an instrument that allows me to gently widen the vaginal walls to better observe the mucosa, the cervix, and also the urethra. It is important to understand the cause of your symptoms. You may feel some pressure, but I will try to make it as comfortable as possible."

Sofia remained silent, clutching the paper sheet between her fingers. She had never heard that name before: Collins. The idea of a "specialized" instrument intimidated her even more.

She remembered her friends' stories—whispered in school bathrooms or amid nervous laughter—about how "terrible" the first time with the speculum was: the cold metal, the feeling of being open and defenceless, the discomfort that seemed to never end.

Until then, she had only had one gynecological exam, in which the doctor had not used that instrument, limiting herself to a quicker and more superficial checkup. And now she found herself facing that tool, which frightened her just by looking at it.

The doctor, meanwhile, opened the sterile package and showed her the object with ease: two slightly curved metal blades, joined by a screw that allowed the opening to be adjusted. She applied sterile lubricant to the surfaces to minimize discomfort, then approached the stool, standing in front of her again.

"Okay, now take a deep breath and try to relax. We'll start slowly."

With a controlled movement, he inserted the speculum, keeping a close eye on Sofia's every reaction.

She pressed her lips together and clung to the edges of the bed, her thighs, already spread apart on the supports, tensing with fear.

A sudden chill ran through her lower abdomen as her internal muscles contracted instinctively.

"Shhh, slowly... let it go, don't force it," murmured the doctor, placing a light hand on her thigh as if to invite her not to close up.

When the instrument was completely inside the young woman's vagina, the doctor began to open it gently. The valves slowly moved apart, allowing a wide view. Sofia flinched, feeling the vaginal tissues stretch and slowly give way. Her breathing became laboured as her body reacted with a shiver she couldn't control.

"So... very good," commented the doctor in a professional tone, keeping his eyes focused on the opening that was gradually taking shape. "The mucosa looks pink, the elasticity is good. Now I have a complete view."

Sofia, meanwhile, could no longer distinguish between embarrassment, physical discomfort, and that subtle thread of excitement that made her even more uncomfortable. The idea of being so open in front of him, while she heard him describe every detail, made conflicting feelings bubble up inside her, which she tried in vain to stifle by clutching the sheet under her hands.

"You're doing very well," he murmured, without looking away. "Just a few more moments, then we'll move on to the manual examination."

Sofia closed her eyes, her breathing short and irregular. Every creak of the paper beneath her seemed to amplify her awareness of being in a situation she never imagined she would have to face.

With the help of a small torch, the doctor focused on the internal area, illuminating every detail. Through the opening of the speculum, the vaginal mucosa appeared tense, bright pink, with reddened areas confirming the ongoing irritation. The edges of the urethra appeared inflamed, a sign of an active urinary tract infection that required immediate treatment.

"There... you see, Sofia? There are clear signs of irritation of the mucosa here. It's a fairly obvious case of cystitis," he said in a calm, almost didactic tone as he continued to adjust the opening of the speculum.

Sofia, however, couldn't get her mind off the fact that he was looking so deeply inside her. She felt as if she no longer had any control over her own body: her legs spread apart on the supports, the instrument holding her open, and her gaze focused on the doctor commenting on intimate details as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

It was a mixture of sensations: the physical discomfort of the metal dilating her, the sharp burning in the inflamed areas, and at the same time a strange, irresistible feeling of surrender. Every time she heard the doctor's firm voice or the small click of the screw adjusting the instrument, the thought of being totally in his hands made her tremble with shame... and something she would never dare confess.