How the hell did I end up here? The thought gurgled up again in Lisa’s mind. She knew the facts; the very real steps that had brought her up to this moment but that did not really answer the question in her mind. It had been a series of yesses, that’s all. That’s what you are supposed to do at the doctor's right? Say yes and get on with it. Dr. Ward knows best.

Yes, that helped to explain a little bit more how Lisa ended here. On this table in the middle of a large room that was cold and smelled sharply of antiseptic. Nearly fully naked and hopelessly exposed before Dr. Ward and a group of medical students. The hospital gown she had been given had long since been pushed up above her breasts and wadded up around her neck. She had politely put her legs up in stirrups when asked. She even had just nodded and apologized weakly that her toes were not freshly painted when they strapped her legs in. No word of protest left her lips when the stirrups were spread wider. Dr. Ward even thanked her for being such a good sport when he walked two of the students through the process of shaving every inch of pubic hair she had. She had bit her lip and only gave a slight squeak when one of them was rubbing her bottom with shaving cream and nearly slipped the tip of his finger into her anus.

And if that hadn’t brought enough color to her cheeks, then a group of men were down there discussing her genitals in graphic detail. Dr. Ward’s stern grip upon her labial lips, pulling them apart while he discussed the slight differences in coloration and texture, pointing them out with the end of a needle nose forceps, the cold metal poking and prodding some of her most intimate flesh. Thankfully, he was largely speaking in words that sounded more like latin than english but still, to lay there quietly while you were discussed as if you were nothing better than a training tool. This had continued with her anus too including Dr. Ward slid a thermometer up into her and held it there for several moments while he quizzed the students on the various bowel and rectum issues that could happen to a woman either after, or while, giving birth.

Even with that the horrifying indignity of it all did not end. Dr. Ward rolled over an instrument tray and then in a friendly voice informed her that he would be inserting a speculum, a rather large speculum. Not even then did Lisa’s mind put up a fight, no it just agreed like it had up to this point.

So now this is where poor Lisa is; her legs spread by stirrups, her most intimate area spread by the cold immovable steel of a Collins speculum, the exam lights shining up into her warm pink folds as the group of tall young men in the prime of youth, stand over Dr. Ward’s shoulder staring up into her. All while Dr. Ward notes casuLisa that there is a flush to her vulva as his gloved finger retracts her labial hood. Then he begins describing the mound of flesh beneath, noting its slight firmness, taping it with a finger and giving it a little squeeze. If only it had ended then, it would have been enough but no, he starts moving down and notes casuLisa, “Lisa we will need you to provide a urine sample for us sweet heart. Do you think you can be a good girl and do it yourself or should I get the catheter?”