His name was John, and he was the oldest son of the local pediatrician. He was rather tall for a twelve year old, but his father was a very tall, imposing man, and John appeared to be taking after him, in more ways than one. He had sandy colored hair and soft brown eyes. Not particularly appealing to the other girls in our school, but his family lived only two houses from us, and we were the same age, so we had become friends through the first years of our education and our local church youth group. Often we would walk home together after different events. I had somewhat of a fascination with John because, after all, his father was my doctor and from a very early age, I realized I had a medical/doctor fetish. Rather I was enthralled by the tall, soft spoken man who, once a year, took my panties off and touched my private places!

Also, John seemed like a chip off of the "tall" block. He was already relating little known medical facts, mostly about girls our age which everyone attributed to his being a twelve year old boy on the verge of puberty. I, on the other hand, was glued to his every word as he described the pictures and definitions in his father's medical books. The doctor had a library in their downstairs that also served as a waiting room for the single office/exam room he kept in his home, besides the family friendly clinic he had established in our town. When his parents were away, John and some of his friends would go through the texts to find pictures of naked bodies, mostly girls, in various poses for medical procedures, as well as very specific anatomical diagrams. This made John more popular with the other boys anyway, if not the girls. I, on the other hand, tried unsuccessfully to find a way to be invited to join the guys for these "study" sessions, my own fascination not revolving around sex as much as the medical parts, but I was never taken seriously. It was for boys only.

Then something amazing happened. John and I both turned thirteen over the course of the summer and we were going to be starting middle school in the fall. Hormones seemed to be firing constantly. John filled out in the chest and shoulders, and I had to start wearing my first bra regularly, not just when my mother made me. Additionally, I became . . . a woman, and I was not at all happy about it! Feeling crappy and pissed one summer day, John asked me why. We had known each other since we were five, and he was supposed to be an "expert" on medical stuff. He tried very hard to pretend he was not "shocked" by what I was describing to him, but admitted that he never thought something like that would happen to me, his childhood friend. "Well, I am a girl you know!" I reminded him. He guessed I was telling the truth, but just never thought of me that way. Silence ensued. Then he said, "My folks are going away on Friday for the afternoon. Do you want to come over and look up men u stra tion with me in Dad's books? Maybe we can find a cure for you." Poor John. He had spent the last three or four years looking through medical books, but apparently had learned nothing.

I accepted his invitation since I had been hoping to see this incredible place forever. I told my mother John and I and some others were going to the local park for a couple of hours, then got on my bike and peddled the half a block or so to his house. I hid my bike around behind the house and went in the backdoor. John was waiting for me and we went downstairs to the office. As we went in, it took my breath away. It looked, and even smelled like a real doctor's office. One wall in the outer waiting room was lined with books. The others had various prints of Norman Rockwell like paintings, including the one of the boy about to get a big shot in the behind. Leather couches and chairs were placed tastefully around the room. An inner door was closed and locked. John said it was "the exam room". Again, I felt a little gasp for air.

John went right for a large book on prepubescent girls. One he said he had spent many fascinating hours perusing. We sat down together on one of the comfortable sofas and began to look through the book. John knew the pages with all of the best photographs and other pictures. I actually wanted to read about some of the wonderful new experiences I was about to have. As I read some of the pages out loud, I suddenly became aware that John was staring at me. I looked at the floor for a moment and then said, "What are you looking at?" "Well, you." he answered. "All this stuff is about you." "Yeah, kinda, I guess." "So what?" He paused for a few moments and then asked, "Do you think I could look at you?" I stared at him like he had just knocked the wind out of me. "What?" "Well, I want to see a real girl and you have always been so interested in my dad's doctor stuff." I wanted to ask if he had gone crazy, but his logic suddenly struck me. Here I was in my doctor's house in his home office. Maybe . . . "Can we get in there?" meaning the exam room, I asked. "No. My dad keeps it locked." "Damn. Oh well." "Yeah, I guess." I had finished my "period" the week before or it would have been no dice. "What should we do?" I asked him. "Well, let's take your shorts off." he said. Oh my gosh I thought, what a sweet talker! "Just a minute." and he disappeared into another part of the downstairs, returning with a towel and a flashlight. He spread the towel on the leather couch and instructed me which part of my body to be sure to keep it under. I sat there, on the towel, not really sure what would happen next. "Just lay down." John instructed further. I did as told and tried to make myself comfortable. He pushed my top up to my bra. "Do you wear this all of the time now?" "Yeah." My enthusiasm for my newfound womanhood was overwhelming. He pushed it up to expose the little bumps that were my emerging breasts. I was surprised by the sensation in them as he rubbed and then pinched them. We neither one spoke, not really knowing what to say. Now, much like his father, he rubbed my stomach and pushed on it. He took hold of the waistband of my shorts and slipped them off of my raised hips, now more into his exam as my underpants were exposed. He rubbed my pelvis next and touched my panties. He's definitely getting more into this I thought. Now for the big moment. He slipped his fingers into the waistband and, surprisingly quite deftly, slid my panties down and off of my ankles.

The next moments were like dejavu. He lightly lifted my legs at my knees and then opened them to the sides. Watching him as he looked intently between my legs, shined the light there and then used his fingers to softly spread my virgining opening and lips took me to his father's exam table at the clinic. His touch was gentle but purposeful. I couldn't stop watching him as I prayed he wouldn't stop his exploring. He propped the flashlight on the back of the couch and used two more fingers for his examination. "Is this where the blood comes from?" he asked as I felt him touch my vaginal opening. "Yes." "Is it a lot?" "Yes." I said loudly. "I thought I was going to die!" "Does it hurt?" "Well, I sure felt like shit!" I answered him. "Does pee come out of the same place?" "I don't think so. There's supposed to be another hole for that." I explained. "Really? Where?" "I've never seen it. It's really tiny I guess." "Wow. This is really cool." was his response. "What is this?" And his finger touched a little bump at the top. I jumped slightly. "Oh! I don't know, but don't touch it! It feels weird." I think I have a few more questions for my mom I thought. "Can I look at the back too?" "Seriously? It looks just like yours I think." "Does it?" I really didn't know, but at that point, I was still enjoying myself. "Okay." And I rolled over on my stomach just as I had done for his doctor dad. I laid my head on my folded arms and thought how much I enjoyed all of this "spreading"! From the amount of time John spent looking at my anus, I presumed he had not covered that a lot in his "studies". I was enjoying myself so much that I did not realize what time it was until John stopped his probing and reminded me that his folks would be back soon. Darn, I thought. "Do you want to come over again and look at the books some more sometime?" John asked me. "Yeah." "Do you want to see me too?" I thought for a moment and then decided it would be rude to say no thanks. "Well, maybe." "Next time, I'll show you mine if I can see yours again." he offered. Guess there's a price to pay for everything I thought to myself. Still, I was sure I would be back again.