Jennifer got out of the bathroom and the nurse got her a glass of water. She felt so thirsty and drank them up quickly. Several minutes later, the doctor returned and gave Jennifer a folder, which were seven pages of exam requirements documents translated into English. Three pages, including a drag test, eyes, nose, preliminary cardiopulmonary exam, abdominal, measurements, basic physio, and breast exam, were filled and she couldn’t help but notice what was labeled: some hardness was detected in her left breast and further exams were required. She was a little bit nervous. Her heart sank even further when she saw what was written on the fourth page: gynecology and fertility for young girl athletes.

She was concerned about this exam. Not only because of the natural fear about being “poked in the holes”, but also because of the general acceptance for sexuality. Jennifer didn't consider her as a “slut” who slept with guys for benefits. But being a girl who lost her virginity at the age of 15 and had two prior relationships, Jennifer didn't want to reveal her true sexual history. She didn't even tell her mom that she had sex more often than she thought. Not to mention in this supposedly “conservative” Communist country. So she lied, hoping for no gyno exam.

“What am I supposed to do if the doctor finds out about this? Am I going to get disqualified?” To her horror, the Doctor told her that the break was over and time to move on.

“Now, nurse Rommelt and I will take you to another room, where you will have a thorough gyno exam.”

Jennifer had no other choice but to follow the doctor in a thin white blanket. When being paraded in the clinic hallway, she saw other girls, who are apparently athletes, are also being taken to different exam rooms.

Moments later, Jenny arrived at a large exam room in simple decorations where there was an examination couch with stirrups, two little carts with drapes over, a stainless hanger for fluid begs, and a big overhead lamp.

“I want you to lean on the couch with two legs on the stirrups. Please lift the towel all the way to the bottom of your chest and expose your genitals and belly,” the doctor instructed.

Jennifer complied with the doctor’s order with stress with resignation and a little bit of shame, leaving her entire lower body exposed to the doctor and nurse.

“Now we would like to perform an enema to clear out anything left in your system and rinse your vagina for cleaning purposes before the exam starts today”, the nurse said, “since you have your genitals shaved on a frequent basis, I suppose we don’t have to shave today. We will use 600 mL of water mixed with a cleaning solution and then use clean water”.

"We're going to start now," Nurse said as she worked on filling the enema bag

The procedure soon started as doctor Rommelt finished by hanging the bag on the stainless steel hanger. Following this, the nurse spread Jennifer’s round ass cheeks open. "I'm just going to slide this right in. It's thinner than my finger, so you should be okay." She felt the nozzle go up into her annus, very deep inside of her. Doctor held Jennifer’s hands and wanted to make sure she was okay. "Going to start the water now".

Jennifer soon felt a strange sensation deep inside her, as the water began to fill her. It wasn't uncomfortable until she began to cramp after a few minutes.

"Oh God, this doesn't feel good. I'm cramping," she said.

"Hang a second. Could you help our young lady here?” the doctor asked the nurse. Following the doctor’s request, the nurse reached down and began to massage Jennifer’s belly lightly in a circular motion, right around her belly button. Soon the cramps stopped and the fluid was filling again. Jennifer felt incredibly full and bloated. Soon, she also felt some sense of burning deep inside of her colon.

"Is it almost over?" she asked, bearing down on the nasty sensation.

"You're about ¾ of the way done," the doctor said. "You can do it."

But Jennifer wasn't sure if she could. The urge to expel, coupled with the increasing burning, was becoming overwhelming. She closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths in order to cope with this nasty feeling.

"All right, we're done with that one. Do you feel like you need to relieve yourself?" The doctor asked

"Yes. Can I go now?"

"Yes you may. You won't have to hold this one. You can step over to the pan and expel”, the doctor pointed at a metal pan on the corner of the wall.

"Did I have to?" Jennifer protested with tears in her eyes. "No way. Please! No!”

"As regulation stated, athletes must be fully supervised for medical examination under medical staff. Also, it isn't that we haven't seen you pee in front of us. It is no different, Jennifer. Now come on, don’t waste time”. The doctor said in a commanding voice as the nurse helped Jennifer up and let her waddle over to the pan. She squatted and felt so many dirty things exploded out of her. It was so humiliating, even more humiliating than the last breast exam. But Jennifer felt physically relieved within seconds. Thankfully, doctor Rommelt was still busy on other matters and the nurse seemed to be allowing her some privacy by not watching too closely.

The nurse helped Jennifer back on the exam couch and spread her cheeks again. Luckily, this time it was just plain water to rinse the remaining solution out of her. Jennifer became accustomed to it.

After Jennifer expelled the water out of her, the doctor said “okay, let’s move on to the gynecological part of your fitness examination”.