*summer 1964* Hi, I am Clara, I am 18, getting ready for college, but also just a wallflower. I hate doctors, or well hated them… That was until about a week ago and I am trying to get an excuse to go back. My mom can’t get past that I am not a little kid and has been taking me and my younger sister to the same pediatrician for years. She’s a nice lady but I have just outgrown the place.

That changed last week. I was sitting outside reading a book when my mom came up to me and told me to get in the car so I could go see the doctor? OK why mom? What’s up? She said she was talking to my friend Liz’s mom and she found a new doctor for me and since my college packet had my health forms in it she called this new doctor… And guess who had an opening… UGGG I was not happy but I can’t argue with my mom.

So yeah, small office, new practice and I had no idea what to expect., a few other, mostly older people were moving in and out of the exam area when a tall man in a white lab coat came over and sat with us. He was about 30, Dark eyes struck me as he looked at me and smiled.

“Hello, are you Clara? And Mrs Davis?”

“Yes you must be doctor Henderson?” My mother said as I recoiled back in my chair just a bit.

“Yes, pleased to meet you both. We might need to reschedule today because my nurse just had to leave.”

“Well that would be rather inconvenient."

“I am sorry. But I’d rather have another woman in the room during your daughter’s check up.”

“Yeah mom, we can just go.” I said as he glanced over at me and I saw his eyes again.Kind of handsome… Ugg what was I thinking!

“Nonsense, I’ll just go in with you. I am your mom after all.”

“Mom, I am 18, I should be grown up… let’s just come back another day OK?”

Anyways we went back and forth a bit and somehow my mom, in her own pushy way, managed to get him to agree to do my exam one on one. So next thing I know he’s measuring my height and weighing me then we are in the exam room and he asks me to take off EVERYTHING and put on a hospital gown.

“Everything? Like naked?”

“Yes, is that ok?”

“My old doctor let me keep my bra and panties on… but no gown though… You’re not going to watch me undress like?”

“Oh of course not. I’ll be back in like 10 minutes OK?”

So there I was undressing in some doctors office till I was NAKED and putting on a thin hospital gown.. I wasn’t in a hospital gown since I was like 12 and had my appendix out and since then, as my mother would say “I flowered” and I hated that… I’d hide in a corner with my face to the wall when I showered in gym… I gave up on sports cause I thought it was too awkward to shower with my team mates… I think other than my butt no one had seen me naked in years… So why was I putting this on? Anyways I thought I’d cheat and keep my panties on at least.

So I sat up on the crinkly paper, took a deep breath and nervously was swinging my legs as they hung off the edge of the table. The joys of being short. Then a nock and before I could say anything he was walking into the room… I caught his eyes again and had to just look down.

“Are you nervous?” He asked me.

“It’s just awkward.”

“Want me to call your mom in?”

“Oh No! She will just take over…”

“OK.” he said with a disarming smile.

So it started off with vital signs, pulse, blood pressure, then he did my reflexes and started asking me all sorts of questions… I really don’t want to talk about my periods with some man but here we are, I thought to myself. Anyways next thing I know he’s the only man, except maybe my father who knows when I had my first period at 13. He knows how regular I am… How I deal with cramps, how bad they are… Then next thing I know he’s asking me about SEX! I’m a virgin, yeah I am not going to tell him I’ve rubbed myself or anything like that but SEX? Geez I am not married… I also only have a sister so I have never even see a man’s you know…

OK Great, that’s over with… I think then he asks me about bowel habits? How often do I poop? Ever have blood on the toilet paper? How I wipe myself! AND THEN he asks me to roll on my stomach… to take my temperature! In my bumm? Like I am 5 again?! I caught his eyes again as I laid on my stomach… It was disarming, well just disarming enough that I didn’t freak out and run away.

I felt him open the gown in the back. He paused for a moment..

“Clara, will you lower your underwear for me? Just about this far?” he said tapping the back of my leg about mid thigh. So I did as I was told then I felt him spreading my bottom. My bottom! This man, with the intense dark eyes, is looking right at my dark pink pucker, and then oh wow it felt cold… so cold… I forgot what a thermometer felt like back there… I gasped loud enough for him to ask if I was ok… I only managed to gasp out yes… That was so embarrassing.

As soon as it came out, before he could say anything I yanked my panties back up and was like at least the worse is over… NOPE he had me LOWER my gown to listen to my heart… He’s looking right at my breasts! Moving the stethoscope place to place.. I’m trying to look over his shoulder but kept seeing his kind eyes… Then he pushed his hand under my left breast and listened to my heart… I met his eyes and he smiled… I smiled… Finally he’s listening to my back, the deep breaths… my heart is pounding and I just don’t know why.

“Have you ever had a breast exam before Clara?” He asked me calmly

“No, what's that?”

“I just check your breasts for anything abnormal like lumps or leasons.”

“OK I guess, I have one little lump here.” I said, not realizing I said it. He reached in and gently touched it.

“Is it worse around your menstrual cycle?”

“Yeah how did you know?”

“It’s probably just a Breast Cyst. Nothing to worry about. Do they get more tender around your menstruation?”

“Do what get more tender?” I said realizing he meant breasts as I was asking.

Anyways his hands were all over me, he felt under my armpits, around the sides of my breasts. Then he was actually touching them! In little circles… first my left breast, then my right… I just couldn’t look at him and I dared not smile. NO ONE has EVER touched them before. And I glanced down and my nipples are just getting rock hard… Geez not now Clara I said to myself… Then he had me lay back, pulled the gown down to my waist and did it again! I suddenly was feeling electric… a clinical touch… but so firm… and caring… I closed my eyes, and it just felt better, so I quickly opened them again. I just looked at the ceiling when he said he was going to pinch my nipple… and it hadn’t fully processed in my head yet when I felt it… Like an electric shock.. I gasped but he didn’t say anything… he just did it to the other breast.

OK that was over… Embarrassing but… yeah but.. Electric… Gown was still around my waist when he listened to my belly then started feeling my belly. First just under my ribs and working his way down, lower and lower… and I am ticklish. I’m doing my best not to laugh, but finally I let out a chuckle. He looked up at me and I just smiled.. He must think I was some weirdo because of that because he just asked if I was OK and went back to feeling my belly.

What happened next was shocking… He moved his hands away from my belly and I was relieved cause my old doctor used to lift up the elastic around my panties and take a peak. I was thanking the stars he didn’t do that cause I felt oddly electric no matter what I tried doing in my head.

“OK Clara, why don’t you get your arms back in the gown and can you take off your underwear for me?”

“Excuse me?”

“I need to just take a look at your vulva, just externally nothing internal”

“What’s a vulva?” I asked stupidly

“Your external genitalia.”

“You mean my vagina?!”

“Well some people call all of that the Vagina but that’s just the internal part.”

“Oh…” I said “It’s not something I’ve ever talked about… Ummm” I did what I was told though. Slid my panties off, brought my legs back and let my knees fall open and woah this guy is looking at my privates!

“Have you ever see your vulva before?” He asked

“God no! That would be weird, it’s not like you can see it unless you have a mirror.”

“Would you like to see it? Be a good idea to know about your own body.”

“I guess so…” so next thing I know I am holding out a hand mirror while this hand reaches down and spreads my lips… and he’s showing me EVERYTHING and it’s turning me on! What the heck! He finally spreads apart my inner lips or “labia minora” and pulls the hood back over my clitorus… It felt like a million volts hit my body when the air hit it… I full body recoiled and he didn’t seem to notice… he just had me get my panties back on…

So he checked my back, had me do the silly walk while squatting… then had me sit back on the exam table. OK we are done I thought…Oh NO. “Clara you mentioned sometimes you had a little blood on the toilet paper?”

“Yeah ummm.” I stammered

“I am just going to do a quick rectal exam.”

“What’s that?” I asked naively

“I am going to put one well lubricated finger in your rectum, and feel for anything unusual. It might feel strange but if it hurts let me know ok?”

“Yeah OK..ummm..” why didn’t I argue? Next thing I know I am laying on my side, with my panties around my knees…

“OK, you’re going to feel my finger” He said putting one hand on my hip and the other just touching my anus… “OK now push against my finger like you’re trying to have a bowel movement…”

Oh wow it felt so weird like wow, OK… it didn’t hurt, just felt weird… He must have heard me gasp though cause he asked if I was OK… then twisted his finger around a bit… I couldn’t help it. I laughed just a bit at this situation… and it was over… I thought I was about to poop all over the place as his finger came out but I thankfully didn’t.

Well that was it… He gave me his card in case I ever had any questions or needed a doctor without my mom knowing… Yeah..I left feeling… I don’t know… Embarrassed, maybe a little humiliated, but also tingly… I couldn’t explain it and other than saying “It went well” I didn’t tell my mother anything. I was just in shock… I went back to reading out back and wanted to forget the day..

That night though, I decided to take a bubble bath. I walked into the bathroom and I just couldn’t get the day out of my head. I am not sure why, but I started examining my breasts in the mirror… The feeling wasn’t really the same. Lacked that firm manly touch. I started digging through the medicine cabinet looking for that old rectal thermometer I hadn’t seen since I was a kid. Lets just say I found it… My temperature was normal, though I twisted it about and played with it more than he did… I finally stood up, I let my bathrobe fall to the floor, and I don’t know what I was thinking… I sat down on the floor, grabbed a hand mirror, and for the first time explored myself down there. Not just rubbing myself but really seeing what was what… well I saw myself get aroused… and… well I always stopped when the feeling got intense.. Tonight though I gave myself my first orgasm, just rubbing my finger in a circle around my clitorus…

Now it’s gone from my worst experience ever to, I want to find a reason to go back…