I went to the spa and the waxing was done by a woman named Denise. It was mortifying and uncomfortable, but I got through it. As I walked back home to my apartment, I was surprised at the new sensations of the hairless skin of my genitals and bottom rubbing against the fabric of my underwear. For most of my 18 years of life, I had been almost this hairless, but yet now it felt so different and new.

I slept very little that night and got up early the next morning. I ate my breakfast and showered, fascinated by the heightened sensations of washing my hairless genitals and backside.

When I got to the studio, Cindy was there waiting and greeted me eagerly with a big long hug, “Ready for the big day? I’m so excited! Let’s take you back and get you ready. Did you follow all my instructions?”

“Yes, I did it all.”

“Good! Is this the first time you’ve had bare skin down there since grade school? I bet it feels funny, right? When did you last poop?”

“Yesterday morning,” I answered, embarrassed by the question and concerned about the fact that Cindy needed to know this. I worried about how this might figure into what was in store for me.

Cindy looked different. She had medical scrubs on and some subtle makeup. Her hair was a bit more styled. She looked very attractive — her face, hair, and her fit feminine form that was apparent in her perfectly fitting scrubs.

She brought me back to the studio area. She introduce me to Cathy who was the camera person. Cathy looked like she could have been Cindy’s sister. And then there was Dr Jennings. He was older, maybe 60 or so I guess. Large and with some gray hair. Looked like a TV show doctor from days of old.

We all sat down and exchanged some pleasantries. I was so nervous I could hardly sit still or speak. Cindy assured Cathy and Dr Jennings that she had prepared me for what to expect and I nodded in agreement. Cindy reminded everyone that there was a lot to do and we needed to get started straight off. Cathy was ready with her cameras. Two were on tripods plus she had two smaller hand held ones.

Before I knew it, Cathy announced she was filming and Cindy took on a professional air and escorted me to the area of the set that was the “exam room.” She handed me a gown and told me to undress completely. Cathy silently got closer and seemed to zoom in on my face, capturing my look of near panic, then kept filming as she backed off as I started to disrobe. When I got to my underpants, I froze. Seeing this, she lowered her camera a moment and looked me in the eyes, “It’s okay, go ahead.” I slid the tight blue elastic fabric downas I faced her, and then I looked down. I had forgotten my genitals were hairless and was all the more embarrassed that she and I were both looking at rather boyish appearing genitals, except a bit more size and some pinkish tan darkening that skin of my penis and scrotum had acquired when I entered puberty. “Good! Hold still like that for a few seconds!” She whispered approvingly. “Now, your butt. Turn around and then bend over a little to pick up the exam gown on the chair.”

Having her see my naked hairless bottom was more embarrassing and made me feel much more vulnerable, and this to an extreme when I bent over as she requested. I put on the gown and managed to tie a sloppy knot with the strings behind my neck and then sat down in the chair.

“Great! That was perfect! On we go.”

With that, Cindy walked in with her in-character professional air and posture and introduced herself, “I need to get you vitals. Hop on the table.”

I did as instructed. The paper on the exam table felt very odd against my naked hairless bottom and scrotum. Cindy took my right wrist and perfunctorily took my pulse.

“Now your temp. Dr Jennings and I both always insist on rectal temps. Young people these days don’t always understand these terms and what I’m saying — it means the thermometer is going up your bottom. So lay down and roll onto your side for me.”

Cathy was right there to get my facial reaction to Cindy’s words, then she moved to the side of the table to capture me getting into position. They were both behind me now. I could hear Cindy collecting a few items and then I felt her lift away the upper half of the gown to expose me. After giving Cathy a few seconds to film my naked bottom, she pulled my upper butt cheek up to reveal my anus and held it like this for a few seconds for Cathy. Cathy whispered to Cindy “Yes! Yes! Good! Keep going!”

Cindy addressed me in her professional voice, “I’m going to put the thermometer in now. Hold still.”

I felt only the wet cold for a split second before the slippery slide of the shaft enter my anus as Cindy penetrated me for the first time. She let go of my butt and I could then feel the shaft of the thermometer snuggly nestled in my cleft. Not needing a real or accurate reading, she went right on to the withdrawal. Cathy came in close and I could hear them right behind me. Cindy announced that she needed to get the speed of the withdrawal just right. It had to be slow enough so that it could be savored, yet fast enough for the sensation to trigger a winking contraction of my anus because their customers really liked to see that. I had been so focused on Cindy and Cathy that I had forgotten how many others would ultimately be watching what was happening.

I could tell that Cindy was successful when she slowly withdrew the thermometer and I felt my bottom hole tighten up briefly in response, providing the “wink” they were seeking. Cindy announced that they needed to review this critical footage and make sure it was just right. She retrieved a video monitor on a wheeled stand and brought it next to the table so that I could also watch, “You need to see this too, Kyle.”

It was intensely embarrassing for me to be right there with the two of them and for the three of us to watch the close up razor sharp footage of what they had just done to me. The camera zoomed in, and my tan and pink puckered anus occupied most of the screen. At least it was clean even as the camera zoomed in. The girls eagerly awaited the moment of the thermometer withdrawal. I watched in stunned horror as my anus cooperatively performed the desired contraction, pushing out a clear droplet of lube as it did so, and then relaxing again with a coating of shimmering clear jelly. Cindy was delighted, “Yay! Perfect! So cute! Kyle, your bottom is proving to be very cooperative so far!”

It was hard for me to take any satisfaction from her compliment. It also then occurred to me that they had successfully caused my body to react in an involuntarily way. This embarrassing reflex of my anus to the withdrawal of the thermometer was something that I couldn’t prevent. This frightened me as it shattered the illusion I had of the reassuring but false sense of control over my own body. This control that might have helped me preserve some shred of dignity this day was just imagined wishful thinking. This would prove to be a recurring theme as the day unfolded, and each time it would result in a more overwhelming defeat of my autonomy and pride.