Even though it was necessary for her to get the implant, BJ was reluctant to take that first trip to the doctor because of what he might tell her. Would he know her secret? Would he think her a vamp? An easy lay? An indecent tramp? A good-for-nothing whore?

Though it was two miles from her house to the doctor's office, BJ walked the distance. Having no boy friends, she did a lot of walking. Besides, it was good exercise. It was late spring. The day was sunny and warm enough not to wear a jacket but cool enough so she would not work up a sweat. The only problem was that half hour walk gave her time to think more about her situation.

No less than a dozen drivers honked at her as they went whizzing by. She did not turn to see if the drivers who honked were men or women. They didn't know her like everyone else did. Some of the boys at school called her an ice princess for turning them off. Others call her a lesbian because she only had girl friends. She did not look at the drivers, afraid more would be women than men. Two more stopped to see if she needed a ride. She was relieved they were men but could see the sexual lust in their eyes, staring at her massive chest, as she politely declined. Instead of being offended, she was depressed. She wanted to be accepted by everyone. One way was through the expression of her sexuality. She repressed it out of fear. And the fear brought on depression. What would have happened if she flashed her breasts at either of those men? What would have happened if she accepted a ride and he propositioned her? The only way she was going to get over it was to face the fear. Today, she was determined to achieve just that.

Doctors offices were a strange environment. As she waiting for her name to be called, BJ looked around the waiting room. There were seven women present of varying ages. Not one of those women looked up. They were either staring at the floor or in a trance, their eyes glued to a magazine without reading it. Though it was odd, there was an air of familiarity among them. Were these women like her? Afraid of their bodies? Fearful that the doctor, in examining them could read their thoughts, not all which were proper? Were they all ashamed for being women?

When her name was finally called, BJ expected an old, wisp-haired matronly woman to appear. Instead it was a young, pretty nurse who led her from the waiting room, down a sterile corridor, and into a near barren examining room.

"My name is Judy," the girl announced. "I will be assisting the doctor during your examination." She turned to her right and reached up to open an overhead cabinet, the uniform clinging to her tight form. "Take off your clothes and put this on." The girl handed BJ a standard hospital gown. It was light green and nothing more than a flimsy backless drape with sleeves. "If there's any questions you have, perhaps I can answer them before the doctor arrives."

"You're not what I expected," BJ remarked as she took the gown.

Far from expected. Judy's curly brown hair, bangs trimmed short, with the rest pushed behind her ears, matched her eye color and flowed down to her shoulders. A small nurse's cap was pinned to the top of her head and immaculate white tennis shoes covered her feet. Everything in between - her uniform - she wore in a provocative fashion. It was a button-down from neckline to hem. The top three buttons were unfastened to expose a modest amount of natural cleavage. The uniform was tapered to the waist, which itself was so narrow, it only accented her inflated chest and the slight curves of her hips. And the hem line sat a couple inches above mid-thigh. Instead of standard white panty hose, the girl wore white stockings which extended up just under the hem. The old- fashioned garter which held them up became visible when the girl reached up into the cabinet to get the gown.

Though the pretty nurse was taller than BJ, their figures were comparable. BJ wondered how Judy dealt with men coming onto her. For that matter, working in an OB-GYN office, the woman probably had trouble with women coming onto her as well. David would like Judy. She was the type of woman David would love to party with. She could hear David now, telling her that Judy had an ass that just begged to be squeezed.

Judy smiled. "Let me see. You expected an old overweight woman, hair up in a bun, maybe a couple hairy warts - something out of a horror film."

BJ's face flushed. "Sorry."

"Most of the patients that come here are self-conscious and embarrassed at having someone other than their husband's touching their private parts. Some are so withdrawn because they don't even allow their husbands to touch them like the doctor must to examine them. I dress this way to make the patients fell sexy," Judy unfastened a fourth button. If she was wearing a bra, she was hiding it well. "It helps most of them to relax."

"Most?" BJ pulled off her baggy sweater.

Judy's eyes widened at the sight of BJ's own mountainous chest. "Not everyone in this world is heterosexual," she explained, lifting the front of her uniform and running her fingers along the lower edge of her white lace panties from crotch to hips. "It turns some of them on."

"What do you do for those?" BJ turned and bent over slightly to step out of her skirt. She knew the young nurse was teasing her and BJ was teasing her back. BJ had the advantage because she was the one removing her clothes.

"I don't think I know you well enough to say," Judy replied, letting her uniform drop back down. The young patient's small, bikini-clad buttocks had caught her approving eye and the girl had caught her staring.

Down to her bra and panties, BJ picked up the gown.

"All the way undressed," Judy smiled back. "Don't worry. I'm not going to chain you to the table to make wild love to you while the mad doctor pokes you with needles."

"Oh, darn!" BJ smiled at Judy. She had to ease her breasts out of the bra and then slipped off her panties. She could have done it just as well under the cover of the backless gown, but found it a little stimulating to disrobe under the watchful gaze of the young nurse. Whether it was the uniform or just Judy's personality, something worked. BJ did feel at ease and she was starting to lose her fear of a woman's appreciation of another woman.

Even with a beautiful assistant like Judy, BJ still had visions of a maniacal scientist with beaded eyes and a toothless smile, but was pleased when a youthful-looking man in his mid-forties appeared. He had a full head of hair, combed backward and there was just the beginnings of grey at the temples. His eyes were sharp, his teeth gleamed when he smiled and he had a calm, reassuring voice.

"I hope Judy has kept you properly entertained," he smiled as he slipped his strong hands underneath BJ's armpits. Though she was less than a hundred pounds, the doctor effortlessly lifted her onto the narrow edge of the examining table and in doing so, her breasts were pushed together by his forearms. BJ found it easy to imagine the muscles rippling underneath his clothing.

"I'm glad to see you don't have warts all over your face," BJ giggled as she lay backward. "Are you going to poke me with your tools now?" The stirrups were there but BJ had no idea how to put her legs in them so she lifted her knees to her chest and waited for the doctor to manage it for her.

The doctor looked at Judy for confirmation of BJ's last statement as he strapped her legs in the stirrups. "My tools?"

"She's very cute, but innocent, and a little bit of a tease," Judy replied, placing an additional strap over BJ's chest and arms. "I must tell you though, I had a hard time keeping my hands off her."

The doctor could see the worried look on BJ's face and responded with a smile. "The straps are to insure your safety. Some women are frightened by the instruments I need to use. They'll seem cold and unfamiliar, but you'll get used to them. You'd be surprised how many women come to love the feeling of them." The doctor then adjusted the stirrups so that her legs were drawn far apart, exposing her naked vagina.

An eerie feeling washed over BJ as she lay there, helpless and unprotected. Her arms were strapped by her sides, but she felt like they should be above her head, her wrists fastened to the top of the table, stretching her body out in a captivating manner. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself in such a position, her girlfriends surrounding her, their hands massaging her naked form, and every boy she rejected in the last two years stepping up to take a peek and offered a poke.

BJ opened her eyes momentarily, then closed them again. In her second vision, instead of cold metal, the examining table was hard wood covered with soft leather. And instead of having to climb up and lying down, the table was on a 45 degree angle to the floor. All BJ needed to do was lean back against it. The sensuous Judy was the one who disrobed her and strapped her to the table.

A wide leather strap was first wound over her hips near the bottom edge of the table. This kept her body from sliding off the table as Judy lifted each leg and slipped BJ's feet through the leather stirrups. The stirrups were really leather cuffs fashioned like slip knots. Each of the cuffs was dangling from a short length of silver chain attached to the top end of a wrought iron rod which was itself attached to the side of the table next to her hips. Judy had to push BJ's knees up to her chest to place her feet in the stirrups and once they were fastened, the tops of her thighs were pressed against the leather strap around her hips, her thighs were at a 45 degree angle to her torso and her knees were bent at a 90 degree angle, leaving her feet positioned nearly two feet above the table, directly over her hips.

Judy fastened BJ's wrists to cuffs at the top end of the table. These cuffs were both attached to a thin length of chain wound around a locking pulley which Judy turned with a hand crank to pull BJ's arms tight.

It was not until the table was turned down into its normal position that BJ realized her crotch and backside were fully exposed. Not enough however because Judy turned another crank on the side of the table which moved the iron rods outward, away from the table, BJ's legs stretched wide by the stirrups.

In her vision, BJ closed her eyes and when she opened them, she was no longer in the examining room. She was still bound to the table, but the table was now on a small, round platform that was rotating slowly in a circle, as though the platform was a turntable. Around the platform was a ring of chairs and leaning forward in all of them were nameless, faceless strangers. Her powerless pose afforded the spectators a perfect view of her exposed body. Everyone in the room could see her completely. Anyone who wanted to look could, and all of them were. BJ's face flushed red with embarrassment, but the rest of her body was hot with desire. She let out a little whimper as Judy made an announcement to the crowd.

"This is BJ," said to her guests. "She has been prepared in the usual manner for your viewing pleasure. She is not yet a slut, but will be when her training is complete. Feel free to look and say anything you want, but do not touch her. Any questions you have for her, I will answer."

BJ whimpered again, wondering what would happen next. Though Judy was the only one close enough to touch her, someone was pressing something against her vagina.

BJ's eyes snapped open. She was in the examining room. The doctor had left. Judy had a hand on BJ's stomach and was smiling.

"It's just a specimen container," the pretty nurse cooed. "We need a urine sample."

"I've never peed lying down," BJ smiled back.

"That's okay," Judy pulled the cup away and tossed it in the waste basket. "We'll collect it later."

"Why do you need it?" BJ asked.

"Because your period has not yet started, we need to take a urine specimen to determine if you're pregnant." The busty young nurse again stepped over to the overhead cabinet and pulled out a small plastic bottle filled with a clear liquid. She unscrewed the tall lid to expose the bottle's tapered tip. "Since you're here for a full exam, I have to administer an enema to prepare you for your rectal exam."

BJ closed her eyes again as Judy inserted the bottle's self-lubricated tip into her anus. In her fantasy, Judy was twisting her index finger into BJ's asshole just so the surrounding crowd could see her squirm.

"It's just mineral oil," Judy squeezed the contents into BJ's rectum, then inserted a device similar to a tampon in her rectum. "This is just something to help you retain the enema."

In BJ's fantasy, the device was actually a small plug, the shape resembling a man's erect penis.

The doctor came back a few minutes later. He started with a routine pelvic exam, followed by a PAP smear, and then a visual exam of her vagina and cervix by the use of a speculum. The device felt cold going in, but warmed quickly. BJ could feel her internal flow increase, but her dilated vagina was irrigated and the fluid suctioned out.

"Oh my," the doctor sighed when his eyes returned to her vagina after picking up another instrument. He could not take his eyes off her naked crotch even as he guided the stirrups wider. "Judy. Get a look at this."

The doctor stepped back to give his young aide a look. "Oh my god!"

"What is it?" BJ squealed. "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," the doctor patted BJ's smooth stomach. "It's just your clitoris. It's shaped like a man's penis."

"Then I'm a man?"

"You're a woman," the doctor consoled her. "Of that, there's no doubt."

BJ was comforted when the doctor alleviated her most awesome fear. Relieved to find she was sexually sound. But she was dismayed when he replaced the old fears with brand new ones. Horrified when she discovered the real reason why she didn't have a period. She was physically deformed.

"According to your records, some strange deviation in your fetal development caused you to be born without any sexual reproduction organs," he told her. "It is called Turner's Syndrome. You are the first such case I have encountered, although I have read of similar cases."

"Then I'm a freak!"

"By no means should you consider yourself a freak. Frankly, I'm surprised your parents never told you, since your records show they have known about it since you were nine years old."

"What does that mean?" BJ pouted. "I can't have a baby?"

Judy placed the palm of one hand on BJ's chest, between her breasts, to console her, and placed one of BJ's hands over it.

"Well," the doctor paused. "You have no ovaries and no fallopian tubes. Just a vaginal canal, cervix and a uterus which, for all intents and purposes, is a narrower extension of your vaginal canal. That's what your record states. Other than that, everything is more or less normal."

"More or less?" BJ strained against the leather strap. "I got a man's penis for a clitoris?"

He examined her further, gently probing inside her with his instruments. "My god!" He exclaimed again, as if he had discovered buried treasure.

"What?"

The doctor filled BJ in on the rest of it." You have an oddly-shaped vagina. It has a small opening and an unusually constricted canal. The canal is extremely long. Longer than any I've ever seen. But the deformed cervix gives it the feeling of being extremely shallow. The opening and canal can be surgically widened, but the cervix is a different matter." He tried inserting a small cup-like device made of rubber into her vagina. The cup was designed to fit around the cervix to catch a woman's menstrual flow. Since BJ had no menstrual flow, he tried to fit it into place to stop the fluid that was quickly filling her vagina. The canal was so narrow, that he gave up after three unsuccessful attempts. The doctor knew what the fluid was as it had an undeniable scent.

A wave of guilty passion washed over BJ and flushed her face. The penetration of his instruments generated waves of pleasure and brought back frightful pornographic memories. "Why would you want to widen it?" BJ asked.

"So sex won't be so painful," he smiled over at Judy.

"Why would I want to have sex if I can't have kids?" BJ was now being sarcastic. The doctor was holding back.

He removed the speculum, instead sliding a single gloved finger into her vaginal canal to probe her oversized clitoris. It sprang to erection and more fluid seeped from her crotch. BJ whimpered. He had never known a woman who orgasmed so easily and produced so much fluid.

Judy moved her hand from between BJ's breasts down to the top of her crotch. "Because it feels good! Haven't you ever had sex?"

BJ looked at the sexy young woman for a moment, wishing she hadn't asked. Judy's return look was a intimate stare. BJ nodded her head silently, not wanting to explain further. Even though she now knew the truth about her physical condition, the experience two years before was still very much a part of her.