I was almost 18 years old and one day with my mother, checking the vaccination record, saw that I was missing the last childhood vaccine.

Always, all the vaccinations had been given to me by the pediatrician, an older man whom I had known since I was little. Normally, I had an elderly nurse who would come to the consulting room and take off my clothes while my mother chatted with the doctor. Then the two of them went into the room and I was already lying down with only my panties on, the doctor recognized me and after listening to me and weighing me and taking my size, I would stand on the floor and lean on my belly on the stretcher, then I I would lower my panties a little and get the vaccine.

When I was 18 years old, it bothered me to have to go back to the pediatrician, especially because I was already wearing a bra and my breasts were slightly developed, but my mother insisted that I should be vaccinated to avoid possible diseases in the future.

Such was our surprise that we learned that the usual pediatrician had passed away. I thought I was getting rid of the vaccine but my mother made an appointment with another renowned pediatrician in the city.

I was quite nervous the afternoon we went because I imagined that not knowing me and not having my medical file, I would want to check and I was very ashamed and with my mother present. On the other hand, I also thought that since I was 18 years old, she would limit herself only to giving me the vaccine (perhaps in the arm) and we would only be ten minutes.

When we arrived at the consultation, the nurse at the entrance took our orders and ushered us into the waiting room. There were about six or seven mothers with their young children of different ages, from 7 months to 12 or 13 years. About an hour went by while everyone was passing and it took about 20 minutes for the consultation signal that they were checked since some could be heard crying.

When we finally had to pass, there were still three mothers with their children (who had arrived later) in the waiting room.

Upon entering the room we find a space divided into two. An office table with two chairs in front, and a screen covered with a curtain where there was a stretcher in the center, a measuring tape on the wall, a scale, an armchair, an X-ray screen and a display cabinet with different gadgets inside .

The doctor shook our hands and made us sit down. He was accompanied by a nurse in her 40s, who I imagined was the one in charge of preparing the children on the stretcher.

The doctor must be about 50 years old, he was tall, thin and with few hairs on his head.

My mother and I sat down and she explained the reason for the visit, whether the last vaccination was important or not, whether my pediatrician had died ... etc. The doctor looked at me carefully and asked my age, I told him I was 18 and a half years old. He looked at the card and explained to my mother that it would be necessary to administer the vaccine since I had not received any since the virus of 10 years. My mother said that we had come to clarify that question precisely.

The doctor told my mother that I could put it on and that he would proceed to examine me and the nurse who could make me pass behind the screen, my mother said nothing.

The nurse told me I could come over to her. Once behind the screen she told me to take off my shoes and take off my pants and shirt.

I took off my shoes and clothes. Meanwhile, my mother was talking to the doctor still in the office about the subject of vaccines. At that moment another younger doctor came in and came behind the screen to talk to the nurse. I was on the scale only in panties and bra. The nurse weighed me and then took my size. While the other doctor asked him a question about some papers and the pediatrician told him that in a moment he would solve it, that he was awaiting a review and a vaccination and that if he wanted he could prepare the liquid for the syringe.

After weighing me, the nurse told me to take off my bra and lie down on the table.

At that moment the pediatrician came with my mother who remained seated in the chair near the table. The nurse came up behind me and held my arms.

The doctor opened my eyes with a light bulb, then checked my ears.

The youngest doctor was at a table at the foot of the table preparing the vaccine mixture.

The pediatrician then plunged his hands into my abdomen, palpating my belly with his fists and giving great pinches. I groaned at a bit of pain.

Then he went to look for the stethoscope and the doctor sat me up and I sat on the table with my legs bent inward.

The doctor placed the stethoscope on my neck and proceeded to raise my arms up high, the doctor holding them later. Then with the thumb of one hand he went down my back marking each vertebra with a small pinch. Then with the other hand she weighed first one breast and then the other while the other doctor and my mother watched.

The nurse lowered her arms and they made me lie down again.

The doctor took two fingers and slowly dipped each nipple on each breast. Then the stethoscope was placed and the cold tip of the nipple of the left breast of my heart nailed me. He made me mark the abdominal breathing step by step as he changed the position of the stethoscope, lowering and raising the chest, circling the areola until it went down to the ribs. After three minutes of exploration, tired and taking deep breaths, she went to the right breast again with the same ritual, in which she lasted more than 4 minutes exploring each position more than twice and sinking the stethoscope into the nipple.

They pulled me up again and he listened to my back, indicating that I should pace my breathing more deeply. All this observed by the nurse, my mother and the other doctor.

Then, while the doctor retired to the table, the nurse made me lie down again and lowered my panties. I looked at her with a surprised face but it seems that it was something normal in the check-ups with the children, my mother gave me a bad face so that I would not protest to the doctor. He didn't know what would happen now.

Being completely naked on the stretcher, as if it were so normal, the doctor lifted my legs at a right angle and opened them, exposing my little pussy. I blushed with embarrassment at the situation but couldn't complain.

The pediatrician was picking up a kind of contraption with two metal sticks from the table. The other doctor had already prepared the vaccine and was watching.

The pediatrician immediately explained to my mother not to be surprised but that it was a common procedure, especially in girls, to do a timid and quick genital examination to see if everything was going through their normal development. My mother understood it as normal and said nothing.

The doctor placed his hands on my thighs first and spread my legs wider. The nurse kept them open for me. The pediatrician placed two fingers on each lip of my vagina and proceeded to rub them from top to bottom. I started to feel disgusted but at the same time a little spasm of pleasure.

Then he opened my lips with one hand and with one finger of the other he ran it over the inside of my labia minora from top to bottom, first sinking my clitoris and then pressing in the center. I noticed how my nipples were getting hard for the first time and a feeling of warmth and humidity in my sex. I instantly felt enormous shame at that strange humiliation.

Finally, they made me turn around and the pediatrician again spread my buttocks and shoved the contraption into my anus. That caused me pain.

Later, in full view of everyone, he slapped me twice on one buttock and gave me the vaccine. It hurt a bit.

Once the vaccine was given, the nurse made me get off the stretcher and go up to a glass urn located next to the chair where my mother was, with a mirror inside to look at the curvature of my feet.

The pediatrician straightened my legs and weighed my bottom, separating my buttocks and carefully observing the hole.

Then they made me sit on the stretcher and the nurse put the tension cuff on me while they again listened to my breasts with the stethoscope. Her nipples were bursting.

Finally they put me in a humiliating baby position, they laid me down on the gurney and they bent my legs back so that their feet almost touched my face. And so they put a thermometer in my anus to measure rectal temperature.

Then he told me that I could dress and the visit was over.

I was angry with my mother for some time because she found the doctor's exam for a simple vaccine abusive. She told me that everything was going to benefit my health.