Although my hands were at my sides, I wanted to use them to cover myself even more than I wanted a winning Lottery Ticket (and I wanted that pretty darn badly).

But I was very concerned about how she’d react if I tried to hide or even slightly obscure my genitalia in any way: of course at that point she was steadfastly pretending to take no notice of my getting an Erection (which is exactly what Medical Professionals are taught to do when and if it occurs during an Exam or Procedure).

[Of course, they’re also taught to pause examining the patient down there to let them “calm down” whenever practical so as to minimize the patient's embarrassment. However, minimizing my embarrassment was clearly not high on Christina's list of priorities]

Since I didn’t want to irritate her any further though I put my preferences aside and just continued lying there completely naked with my legs slightly spread, my feet pointing pretty much towards the door, and my Penis pointing pretty much towards the Ceiling; feeling more exposed and embarrassed than I’d ever imagined was humanly possible.

[My face was just about nuclear by then, and yet it was destined to get even redder all too soon]

As I lie there, she felt my abdomen and asked me if it hurt anywhere as she firmly pushed down all over it. I told her that it did not, even though I was starting to feel some discomfort there. Though it turned out to be (as I was already starting to suspect), from what she’d given me to drink earlier.

Afterwards she used her Stethoscope to listen for Bowel Sounds, in all four Quadrants I might add. There was little doubt in my mind she was drawing it out as long as possible; it also seemed that even the exam paper was taunting me “your nude body is covering ME up, but you don’t get to cover up with anything at all.

She concluded that portion of the exam by checking all of my peripheral pulses, including the Femorals. Needless to say, having her hands pressing so closely on both sides of my genitals didn’t help my efforts to fight my Erection Situation, though really that ship had all but sailed.

Perhaps the most confounding part was that so much blood was rushing to my blushing face, that it didn’t seem like there should have been enough left over to both keep me conscious and inflate my Penis but I’d estimate that by then it was easily around 85 to 90% erect despite all my efforts to will it flaccid.

As far as I can see, my only “missed opportunity" at that point was Christina not insisting that I put my legs into the Stirrups for her, so she could spread them high and wide, but that was one First that I was happy to escape.

[Then again, I guess she had to save something if I ever returned for a follow-up appointment.]

Just then, my slightly rumbling stomach started rumbling a bit more and then made a decidedly audible emission: before I could even speak she displayed a rare modicum of pity by saying that I should step into the Exam Room’s attached restroom and not come out until the rumbling had subsided.

It seemed that I was in there long enough to expel half the things that I had eaten in the previous calendar year, before I finally managed to drag myself back out to stand once again nervous, blushing, and naked (not to mention Erect) before her.

She then told me to do something that I was, by that point, almost expecting yet completely dreading: which is to say she instructed me to get up on the Exam Table on my hands and knees placing my chest down and my bottom-up.

Patient Surveys show that of the “Big Three” most commonly used positions for Digital Rectal Exams: Bent Over, Sims, or Knee/Chest that the latter is consistently rated the least comfortable and most embarrassing option by a fairly wide margin. Let me just say for the record that after my experience that day I can certainly understand WHY.

She was quite picky about getting me placed just so, and once my knees were exactly as she wanted them I was still feeling very exposed as they were so far apart that almost "everything I had" was still clearly visible, from behind at least.

As a side note, I would never have been able to have gotten my knees spread widely enough to suit her if I’d still been wearing underpants, so I guess her having me take them off instead of merely down was at least partially her planning ahead.

Finally, she finished "helping me" get into the exact position she wanted by gently but firmly pushing my chest even farther down: such was my heightened physical and emotional sensitivity to the situation that I actually noticed it when my Scrotum bounced and swayed slightly due to my movements.

Even though I was far too young to be likely to have Prostate issues it was very clear that she was going to give me a Rectal Exam all the same. I wasn’t positioned correctly for long before I heard her say that first, she was going to spread my Buttocks and take a look before she examined me internally.

Very soon after that, I did indeed feel her grasp and then spread them as widely as they would go without it being painful; not sure what was so interesting to her, but it seemed to me like she visually inspected that area for an awfully long time. Truly, it was the very First time a woman or indeed anyone ever seemed to find my wide-open Crack to be utterly and completely fascinating.

Unfortunately for me, not to mention the bulk of what was left of my modesty, a knock came from the other side of the Exam Room door.

I'd been somewhat worried about the door opening for awhile by that point as there had been a fair amount of noise and activity in the Hall for much of my exam and my bare backside and equally bare Sac were both aimed more or less right at it.

I had almost managed to convince myself that I was being paranoid when Christina spoke and said: “it’s about time you got here, I was starting to worry you were going to miss the whole thing.”