The next morning I woke up. Heather was sitting at the table sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. "Good morning" I said. "Good morning John. How did you sleep?" she asked me. "Like a baby" I said. "Well good, you have a long day ahead of you" she said.

The exam was the same as yesterday, except I was about to receive an enema. I was bent over the table and she began by wiping around my anus. "I am just cleaning you off here John" she said. She inserted the nozzle into my rectum and the water began to flow. I sat there for a while as I was being cleaned out. I had never received an enema before, but I was enjoying this. Eventually, I was done and the nozzle was removed. "Okay John. You are all ready. The doctor will be here soon" she said.

We had been waiting for about 10 minutes, chatting, when the doctor entered. Like Heather, she was quite tall, but she had red hair. She was very slender, but much smaller breasts than Heather. She entered the exam room and said "Hi! I am Dr. Rachel Stephens. I am a urologist and I run this clinic" she said. We shook hands and I said "Pleasure to meet you". "Okay John, I am going to examine you now. I see Nurse Griffin has done the vitals, so I am going to get to the important part" she said. "Your records say that you've been seeing Dr. Sanders every year?" "Yes" I replied. "Okay, well I am going to examine your genitals, then I am going to do a rectal exam and check your prostate" she said. "Okay" I said. "Okay, lie down on the table" said Dr. Stephens. I laid down on the table and she put on latex gloves. She began by checking for hernia, placing her fingers on the side of my penis. "Cough please" she said. I coughed and Dr. Stephens moved her fingers to other side and I coughed again. She carefully palpated my testicles and ran her fingers over my scrotum. "Ok, your testicle is healthy. No lumps or cysts or anything" she said. "Alright, I am going to do an extensive examination of your penis, which is where I think the problem lies" she said. She felt all over my shaft and then checked the glans after retracted my foreskin. She carefully checked my urethral meatus. "Okay, I have a few recommendations. Your foreskin is actually quite tight. You haven't really noticed because you haven't been getting erections, so I am going to recommend that you are circumcised today. But before the surgery, I would like to do a cystoscopy to check your urethra. Is that alright?" she asked. "Yes I said, anything to cure this ailment" I said. "Don't worry John, I am going to do all I can to make sure that when you leave here that you can get an erection. I am also aware that you don't want a penile implant, so we will avoid that" said Dr. Stephens. "Thank you Doctor" I said. "You are welcome John. Now I need to do a rectal exam and check your prostate". Once again, I was bent over the table. The doctor inserted her finger into my rectum and palpated my prostate. She did this for a few seconds then removed her finger and took off her gloves. "Your prostate is fine John" she said. "The O.R. is open at noon. Nurse Griffin?" "Yes" replied Heather. "Make sure John is ready for surgery at 11. We will be doing a cystoscopy then a circumcision" said Dr. Stephens. "Yes Doctor" said Heather.

By 11 I was ready for surgery. I was sitting naked on a gurney and I was wheeled out of the unit by Heather. She wheeled me into the hallway. "Are you scared?" asked Heather. "No, I was scared back in '87 when I was having my testicle removed, this is nothing" I replied. She smiled and when I got to the end of the wall we turned left into another hallway. At the end of the hallway I saw the O.R.

Soon I was on the operating table. Both Heather and Dr. Stephens had scrubbed in. They both looked extremely hot in their medical gear. There were also several different doctors and nurses in the operating room. "Okay John, take a deep breath and count back from 10" said the anesthesiologist. Soon, I was out.

The procedure went well. Doctor Stephens was able to view my urethra with the cystoscope. She concluded that my urethra was fine. But, the foreskin on my penis was indeed to tight. She said the actual circumcision only took 15 minutes and was quite easy. When I woke up, I had big bandage on my penis. I was in bed in the unit. Dr. Stephens came in. "Hi John, how are you feeling?" she said. "Well, my penis hurts, but besides that, I am fine" I said. "Thats normal" she said. "Okay, you should rest" said the doctor. I slept for most of the day.

The next day I woke up as I felt Heather touching my penis. "Hey. I am just changing the bandage" she said. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "I feel pretty good" I said. "Thats good to hear" she said. "Whats going to happen next?" I asked. "Well, your erection problem doesn't have to do with your urethra. The circumcision should help though, the foreskin was really squeezing your glans" she said. "Well, thats good" I said. "Can I fondle you breasts for a while?" I asked her. "Sure" she said as she took off her scrub top and bra. She laid down next to me and I began fondling her breasts for a while. They were huge and loved touching them. "Can I ask you if they are real?" I said. "Yes they are real. Its not easy having big breasts. I am already having bad back pain. I want to get a breast reduction, but Dr. Stephens won't let me if I want to stay here" she said. "Do you ever think about leaving?" I asked as I pinched her left nipple. "I do sometimes, but the pay is very good here. I would never make $400,000 as a regular nurse" she said. I then leaned over and began kissing her. Soon, we were making out as I fondled her breasts. After that I fingered her until she he had an orgasm. "Wow!" she said. "That was fantastic!" she said as she leaned over and kissed me. "Its amazing that a woman hasn't picked you up yet" she said. "Well, I can't get a hard on" I said. "Well, we are working on that. Now its time for the daily exam, so get your ass into the exam room!" she said playfully.

That night we slept together in one bed. We stayed up late and talked as we cuddled. I wondering to myself about the future when she fell asleep in my arms. She was a nurse, but a hooker really. Did she really like me? Or was she simply putting on a show? I couldn't tell. All I knew was that I was falling for her. Maybe she would abandon the cloak and dagger routine for a normally nursing job. I could only hope.

On the morning of the fourth day I felt good. In fact, my penis had actually healed up nicely. Heather took the bandage off and the doctor came for a post op follow up. "Well John, I am very surprised. Your penis has healed very nicely. I would like to take a few X-Rays today to get a better look of what is going on inside your penis" she said. I agreed and we scheduled an X-ray for 3 o'clock. Heather did the daily exam and things looked good. "You have healed very well" she said. "I have never seen someone heal so quickly" said Heather as she squeezed my testicles. Soon, we were kissing again. I fondled her breasts and fingered her vagina, but still, I could not get an erection. I was dejected. "Fuck, why am I like this? I can't even get an erection when I am with a beautiful woman like you!" I said. "Thats okay John. You have a medical problem, its being treated" she said. "But you don't understand Heather. I know this might sound weird, but I really like you. In fact, I am falling for you Heather. I know you probably do this for everyone, but I love you Heather" I said. She looked at me and smiled. "John, I love you too. But I am stuck here. Dr. Stephens won't let me leave" she said. "Why not?" I asked. "Because, this is highly illegal. There is more going on here than meets the eye" she said. "But Heather, I am a multimillionaire. I could pay what ever Dr. Stephens wants. She will let you go!" I said. "I don't think so" she said. "Why not just runaway?" I asked. "Look at Frank, John. Do you think he is really just another security guard? Frank did 15 years for murder in Arizona. He only got off because of overcrowding. He is a killer. He will kill me if I leave" she said. "But I can double what ever your boss is paying! They will let you leave!" I said. "I don't now John, lets just get through the day".

I went into the X-Ray room which was right next to the operating room. "Hey doc" I said as I went in. "Hello John, how is your penis?" she asked. "It feels good" I said. "Alright, well we have some advanced equipment here. This is a new machine, it is called the cranio-penile analytical machine" she said. She pointed to a penis shaped object that was connected by a wire to the X-ray screen. "The way it works, is that you put it over your penis. It forms images of your penis on the screen here and this cuff takes images of your brain" she said. "Now, most men are aroused by the sight of naked women" she said. "We can show you pornographic images or I can get naked for you if you want?" she asked me. "What about Heather?" I asked. "That is not an option John" she replied sternly. "Me or the porn" she said. I couldn't believe what was going on. I looked over at Heather and she nodded. "Ok, I choose you" I said to Dr. Stephens. "Very well, Nurse, place the cuff on John's penis" said Dr. Stephens. Heather placed the penis shaped cuff over my penis and the head cuff over my head. "Okay. I am going to compress the cuff on your penis" she said. The cuff compressed until it fit my penis perfectly. "Okay John, I am going to expose my breasts to you" she said as she took off her lab coat and then took off continued by taking off her scrub top then bra. Instantly, images of my penis and brain came up on the screen. "Ok, from what I can see so far, you are stimulated. Your brain is responding to my breasts, but your penis is not" she said. "You weren't aroused enough to get a specific reading. So I am going to take off my panties and show you my vagina" she said. Soon, she took off her pants and then her panties, she was completely naked. "Almost John, you are almost there" she said, referring to the readings on the screen. So, she got up on the exam table and began to masturbate in front of me. Then she had me finger her until she had an orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhh" she screamed as she orgasmed. She then looked over to the screen. "We have a good reading" she said as she took out a tissue and wiped off her vagina. "The data shows us that you have broken nerve. The broken nerve you have goes from the right testicle, through to the tip of the penis" she said. "We will operate tomorrow" she said. "What is the procedure going to entail? That nerve is gone! I am missing that testicle!"I said. "Well this is revolutionary, but we are going to do a testicle transplant and a partial penile transplant" she said. "Is that possible?" I asked. "Well our treatments here are experimental. These treatments have been successful in trials in Saudi Arabia. A Saudi sheikh suffers from erectile dysfunction, so he has ordered secret experiments on this. He had the transplant done" she said. "We are going to take out your prosthesis and put a new testicle in. It won't be able to produce sperm, but we can use the blood vessels in it. We will then take part of a donated penis and removed the dead part of your penis, replacing it with the part of the donated penis" she said. "So, starting tomorrow, you will have a new life" she said.

That night Heather was angry. "She did that stunt to fuck with me!" she said. "And you loved every minute of it!" she yelled. "I am sorry Heather, but I haven't had sex in 2 years! Can you blame me?" I retorted. "You said you loved me!" she screamed as she began sobbing. "I do love you Heather. I want to make love to you" I said. "Come here" I said as she curled up close to me as we began to cuddle. "I am sorry baby. It made a mistake. I wanted you, you know that" I said. "I won't do that again" I said. "Okay, I understand. I've just never felt this way about a patient. You have stolen my heart John Morris" she said. "Well tomorrow, a lot things are going to change" I said.

It was the fifth day. We woke up early at 7 am. She did the daily exam, but with a twist. She was more playful. She examined me, then began sucking on my penis. I couldn't get aroused, but I didn't mind. Afterward, we did a little bit of role play with me as gynecologist doing a pre-operation examine. I was decked out in the full surgical garb, scrubs, gloves, mask, bouffant, everything. I enjoyed doing the bimanual exam, inserting my fingers into her vagina, tell her that she was going to be all right. Surgery was scheduled for 10 am and I was hoping to have a new life.

At 10 I was on the operating table, completely naked. I was put to sleep again. As I was falling asleep, I wondered what it would like to have a dead man's testicle and penis. Oh well, it was a means to an end. The surgery was long, lasting for 10 hours. Dr. Stephens had to bring a neurosurgeon in to assist in the surgery. He was an older man, probably in his 60's. I wondered if he had somehow been coerced into working here.

I woke up around 9 o'clock with a searing pain in my scrotum. I reminded me of the torsion I had. I screamed when I woke up. Heather came over and quickly pushed some medication and I passed out. While I was asleep major events transpired.

"I want to leave" said Heather to Dr. Stephens. "Now Heather, you know my feelings on this. We have too many things. We could all get sent to jail for years. I can't let you go" she said. "I won't tell anyone, I promise" cried Heather. "I am sorry Heather. I knew you were taking a liking to Morris. Thats why I intervened. We can't get close to patients, just like the real medical world. You are a nurse who fulfills men's fantasies. You perform a valuable service. I cannot afford to let you go. You are too important. You are paid very well" countered Dr. Stephens. "But I am in love, Doctor! I can't fight it!" said Heather. "Look, I sympathize, but I cannot let you go. It is out of the question" said Dr. Stephens. Heather left and went back to the unit where I was.