By Trice-Cummings

This is a story told to me by a friend to send to you. It tells of how things aren't always what they seem to be and how nothing is as easy as you thought it would be. The woman and the affliction is real and she wanted to share so others who may have a deformity shouldn't feel alone.

When I was born I had a slight deformity, The skin over my clitoris was over grown and it looked as if I had a two inch little penis. The doctors at that time didn't have the technology they do today so it was left alone. As I grew, my parents took me to doctors that said it would be better if they waited for me to mature before attempting to fix it. Needless to say I didn't date and was quite insecure. When I was twenty, I thought about having myself fixed but I would make appointments then cancel them, due to the embarrassment that I was sure to feel.

Finally, when I was twenty four I felt like my biological clock was running out and wanted to have more of a meaningful relationship rather than just going out with my fellow employees and staving off the men that would sure want to see my body. So I found a woman doctor in the phone book and made the appointment and kept it.

I sat nervously in the waiting room as I hadn't seen a doctor since I was little. I had no idea what to expect. I was called back by a nurse that gave me a gown and told me to take off all my clothes. I knew that I blushed as I disrobed into the cotton gown. The nurse then took my blood pressure and stuff and I started to relax some.

When the doctor came in I was surprised at how young she looked. She sat on a stool and asked me numerous questions. She seemed concerned that I hadn't had a physical since I was little. She started to look me over by listening to my heart and lungs and such. I was scared as she made me lay down and she felt my stomach and then told me she was going to do a breast exam.

"Do you do monthly exams on your own?" I blushed as I shook my head.

"Well I will have my nurse go over with you how to perform them on your own." She said as she massaged my breasts. When she was done she lifted my gown back over me and I started to sit up.

"Let me get my nurse for the rest of the exam." She said and she walked out the door. The fear rose in me as I laid there with my legs hanging over the bottom of the table. I felt like I wanted to dress and run out of there. But I took a few deep breaths and stared at the ceiling. I jumped a bit as the door opened and they walked in.

"Mrs. Peterson, we're going to get you ready now for the pelvic exam ... I will explain everything I will be doing ... I want you to just try and relax."

The nurse pulled out the stirrups from the end of the table and she helped my feet into them. My face turned red as the nurse made me scoot down on the table so that my bottom was at the edge. She then took my together knees and parted them.

"Just relax your knees all the way out Hon."

My breathing quickened as my knees were separated and I was now fully exposed down below. I didn't remember being in this position as a child when the doctors had looked at me before. The nurse pulled up the gown so that it now laid right at my navel and I could feel the cool air on my privates. The doctor came up between my legs with gloves on and sat down.

"I'm just going to be touching and looking at your outer genitals."

I knew that she could see the deformity between my legs. I just took deep breaths and tried to relax as she started to touch it.

"Do you have any sensation here?"

"Well I can feel you touching it." I said in almost a whisper. She then rubbed on the spot were my clit should be. I made a little moan as I felt it.

"You can feel that?"

"Yes..." I said. She touched me there for a long time. I could feel the pressure of her touch but it was dull with the over grown skin around it.

"I'm going to try and pull the skin back a bit let me know if there's any pain."

She started to pull the skin back and there was no pain and I knew that there was no way for her to pull it back far enough to see my little clitoris...I had tried to do it myself. She worked the skin for some time then went on. She asked me a few questions about my bladder and my urinary function and I didn't understand where this was going.

"Well I seem to pee alright."

She asked me about my stream and if it was little or big. I told her that I had never paid any attention. I felt her fingers opening my lips up here and there like she was searching for something. I hissed in some air as she spread me wider.

"Sorry...I'm just having a hard time finding the urethra." She searched some more and I turned my head to the side and looked down at my legs spread wide.

"Hummm...interesting....you ever have bladder infections?"

"Uumm no never...why?"

"Well it seems that the urethra...the tube that drains the bladder is at the top of your vaginal opening rather than just below the clitoris...I would think this could cause you to have frequent UTI's." She said. She felt around some more and my eyes darted around trying to picture what she was saying.

"Ok I'm going to do an internal exam now....I will be placing my finger up into your vagina to feel the overies and uterus...just try and relax."

I moaned a bit as her finger made it's way into me. I had never had sex but would use tampons so the feeling was different to me. She searched my insides as she pushed on my belly. She felt to one side then the other for a long time then pulled her finger out. I sighed a long held breath.

"You're doing fine Mrs. Peterson...just a little longer....I'm going to introduce the speculum now."

I felt something cool at my opening and she slowly pushed it deep into me. I made a small grown as it felt extremely big up inside me. I heard a few clicks and I felt cool air rush up inside me as my vagina stretched open. The feeling was like I was being pulled from all sides and it stung just a bit. I panted as she moved the thing in me from one side to the other.

"I'm just going to take a sample of your uterus now." I felt something scrap around in me and then the thing got smaller and was pulled out. Again I sighed as the humiliating procedure was over, I thought.

"I'm going to do an anal exam now...I will just be doing this with my finger. I want you to bear down as if your going to the bathroom."

I made a small grunt as I pushed and I felt her finger slid into my opening. I grunted as I had never had anything go up into me like that and it felt funny like I had to go. She felt all around and pushed her finger in farther until her hand was up against my bottom. I wined a bit as she turned her finger in me deep.

"It this painful?"

"No...not really....just...umm...different." I said as she continued to feel around more and more.

"I'm going to insert my other finger into your vagina so that I can feel the membrane here." She said as her other finger slid into me and she felt around more inside. Then she pulled her fingers out and got up.

"Ok Mrs. Peterson. You can sit up now." She said. The nurse came and helped me as the doctor was talking and writing. She told the nurse a few things then put down the chart.

"When you're done can you have Mrs.. Peterson come to my office....We will talk then." She said to me and left the room. The nurse then handed me a cup and asked me to give her a urine sample. Then she took some blood out of my arm and I got dressed.

I sat waiting in the doctors office and she came in and sat down across from me.

"There's a few things that concern me...the first is that it seems that the structures of your genital area are misplaced...the urethra is one...I would have to do more test to see if your other reproductive organs are in right order along with your rectum and colon."

She talked to me and explained about how the structures of my body were not right. She used a small model of the woman's genital area to show me. I listened as my mind went wild thinking that I was only here to get the excess skin taken off.

"What I would like to do. is get a consult from a plastic surgeon regarding your skin flap as well as have you see a urologist. I am very concerned about your urinary tract. I would also like for you to have a few tests. one would be a barium enema so that we can see if your digestive tract is in working order. I would also like you to have a colonoscopy. this is where they look at your colon through a long tube. I also would like you to have a ultrasound done so we can see the structures of the reproductive system. I know this all sounds overwhelming but I think it's needed, sometimes when a deformity happens it also occurs in the surrounding organs, and I think we should make sure that everything is in the right place so that when the time comes for you to have surgery we can fix it at the same time. Do you have any questions?"

I sat there silent. I was very overwhelmed with what she was saying and I felt even more deformed than before. I opened my mouth a few times then closed it until I could finally talk.

"Do you really think this is all necessary. I mean can't you just take away the excess skin?"

"Yes we could do that. but you seem to want to reproduce and we need to make sure that the structures are in the right place for you to do that. .I think this is the best course of action."

She sat there looking at me waiting for a response, I sat there silent thinking about what to do. I had been fine physically up until now and I wasn't sure if I wanted this to be any more than it had to be. but on the other hand I did want to have a normal life and maybe get married and have children.

". Well ok I guess…" Is all that I said and the doctor started to write frantically.

"You're going to have to call the hospital and arrange for the test to be done. they will give you instructions as to how to prepare for them. .I will call the plastic surgeon and the urologist and send over my findings. I will call you when you can make an appointment with them."

She handed me a few papers and told me what was for each procedure she wanted me to have. I went home exhausted from the experience and I thought about not going through with it. I took a leave of absence from work for a few months and started to call to have the procedures done one by one.

The ultrasound was the first procedure. The lady over the phone told me to make sure my bladder was full before coming. I got up that morning and drank an extra cup of coffee. I then went to the radiology department where I was given a gown to dress in. The lady had me lay on a sheeted table and she pulled my gown up and squirted jelly on my tummy. She then took a probe and smeared the jelly all around. She showed me what she was looking at as she did this. She found my ovaries and uterus and she said that it all looked fine. It took about twenty minutes for her to take pictures of my insides.

"You can go in there and relieve your bladder now. and come back." She said pointing to a door. I felt real full and it felt good to urinate. When I walked back out I was shocked to see that the table now had big stirrups on each side of the tables bottom. There were curved plastic that would hold my knees.

"I need you to get back on the table and place your legs in the stirrups for me please." The lady said seeing my shock.

"Why. What are you going to do?" I asked in fright. I didn't want this lady to see my deformity.

"I need to do a vaginal ultrasound. I will place this probe into your vagina so that I can see the structures." I hesitated looking at the long plastic thing in her hand and I started to stutter.

"I. I. um. have a problem." I said as I placed my hand over my crotch.

"It's ok...I have been informed of your problem. .don't be shy. I am a professional."

She helped me onto the table and I was scared as she lifted each of my legs and placed them into the plastic holders where my knees sat.

"Just lay back. it's ok. just relax." I was up on my elbows on the table and I slowly laid back and looked at the ceiling as my body was wide open.

"Ok now I'm going to insert the probe. it shouldn't hurt at all." She said as I felt the jelly covered probe at my opening. She firmly pushed it in and I made a slight moan as it stretched me open. I was now breathing hard as she move the thing inside me, and I wondered what I was doing letting this happen to me. I was very embarrassed by the whole thing. After about ten or fifteen minutes I was very grateful that she pulled the probe out and I was allowed to get up. I blushed as I sat there and she told me I could get dressed.

That night the doctor called to tell me to make the appointment with the urologist. She gave me his name and number and I told her that I had the ultra sound done. She told me that I had another appointment with her where I would be seeing the plastic surgeon in her office. It seems that plastic surgeons don't have the right equipment to check me out in there office.

I was to have the barium enema two days later and the lady over the phone told me to give myself two fleets enemas. I bought them and had to read the instructions a few times until I was certain I could do it. I felt very apprehensive to give myself such a thing but I did get it done and headed for the hospital radiology dept once again.

This time I was met by a man that handed me a gown and told me to disrobe from the waist down. I was blushing as I took the gown and went into the bathroom off of the dark room. When I came out I saw the man hanging a big bag of white stuff. It looked like allot of fluid to me much more than the enemas that I had a hard time holding.

"Are. are you going to do this. .isn't there a woman around?" I asked.

"This is my job. I have done hundreds of these on men and women. I assure you that your modesty will be kept as much as possible. .now I need you to get on the table and lay on your left side for me."

I moved to the table as my face burned hot with blood from my embarrassment and I felt as if I might faint. He helped me up and I laid on my left side. He made me position myself so that my right leg was almost to my chest. This made the gown pull away from my bottom and I reached back to cover myself.

"Just put your hands up by your head. .good. now just relax. I will tell you everything that I'm doing."

My body jerked as I heard the snap of gloves and he made some comment about how tense I was. I could hear him opening and closing things behind me then felt his presence.

"I'm going to expose you now and I will be inserting a finger into your anus to lube and relax you back here a bit for the insertion of the inflatable nozzle nozzle. Just try and relax as much as possible."

I squinted my eyes closed and tried to not think about what he was going to do. I felt him uncover my bottom and he lifted up my right cheek high to expose my anus to him. I felt his lubed finger at my anus and he told me to bear down. As I did his finger slipped into me and I moaned.

"Ohhh…" I said as his finger started to pull at me a bit, stretching me slightly. He told me that I needed to really try and relax more. I took some deep breaths as he worked his finger in me.

"Good now I'm going to insert the nozzle. and you will feel some fullness inside and out as I inflate the balloons."

His finger left me just to be replaced by something soft. I felt firm pressure and a widening back there.

"Oooooweeee…" I said as my anus stretched around something big then closed around a tube. I heard some hissing and the fullness up inside. It made me feel as if I had to go real bad.

"Ohhh..." I said as my hands held the table top tightly. More hissing and I felt something push apart my butt cheeks as the balloon blew up between them. I could feel some slight pulling up inside.

"Ok. I'm going to take a couple pictures now with out the barium. .I need for you to lay on your back."

He rolled me over and I could feel the thing in my behind as he made sure that it was in place. I saw the tube that now ran from the bag to the thing that was in me. He took a few pictures of me on my back then he made me roll back over and took pictures of me on my side as well.

"I'm going to start the barium now. you will feel some warmth and some fullness as your colon fills." he made sure that my bottom was covered with just the tube sticking out of me. I heard a click and felt the heavy warm stuff flow into me.

"I'm going to massage your belly to help the barium flow into you." He said as his hand reached around me and started to massage my lower belly. I felt heavy and full inside as he did this and I would moan a bit as the urge to go got greater.

"Ok let me take some pictures just stay like that." The flow had stopped as he took a few pictures and would run out and change the plates beneath the table. He made me roll over on my back where I saw that only about a quarter of the bag was empty. I was then placed on my side and the flow started again. He massaged me some more and I was soon panting from the increased pressure and fullness that I felt. When I was rolled back over I now saw that the bag was half empty.

He continued to take pictures and fill me up until I was very uncomfortable and moaning. He encouraged me to relax as the procedure went on.

"Oh how much more…" I cried as my belly now was very full and protruding from me a bit.

"You're almost done." He said as the flow continued. When I was rolled back over I could see that the bag had only about an inch of fluid left in it and he was rushing around to take the pictures.

"Just a little bit longer. I have to take these and process them and have the radiologist look at them. ..Lay on your side and I will be right back." I rolled back over rubbing my balloted tummy as he left the room. It seemed like an hour before he came back but it was just a few minutes.

"Ok all done. .I will take the nozzle out now and you can expel."

He lifted my gown and I felt the balloons deflate. He tugged on the nozzle and it came out with a little POP as I struggled to keep myself closed. He helped me off the table and I scurried to the bathroom thinking that I wasn't going to make it. The white stuff gushed out of me and I moaned as it left my body. When I was done and dressed he told me that it would be a good idea to give myself a enema to help wash out the barium that can cause constipation. Once again I went home exhausted and I didn't take his advise at that time.

I couldn't see the urologist for another two weeks but I was due back at the doctors to see the plastic surgeon in a few days. I missed work and would go in from time to time to see every one. Me and a friend went out to lunch when she asked me.

"Betty are you alright? Somebody saw you leave the hospital the other day."

I really didn't want to talk about what was going on with me, but I soon let it all spill out. She seemed relieved to hear that It was nothing more than a simple procedure. That's what I told her anyway. I asked for her up most confidence and she assured me that she wouldn't say anything.

The next day I was at the doctors. The nurse made me dress again in the gown and give her a urine sample. She sat me on the table and took my vitals just as the doctor and a large older man walked in.

"Mrs. Peterson this is Dr Lavengood. He's the plastic surgeon." The man shook my hand and I blushed as I knew he would be looking at my privates.

"The good news is the ultra sound and the barium came back normal. but I still want you to have the colonoscopy." My doctor said and I nodded.

"Doctor Lavengood wants to check you out and see if he can't help with your deformity. .so if you will just lay back."

The nurse stood by my side and helped me lower to the table. She then helped my feet into the stirrups and tears came to my eyes. She saw this and patted my knee as she made me scoot down again and part my knees wide. The doctors were putting on gloves as I was positioned.

"Just try and relax Hon." The nurse said as she took a placed by my side and took my hand. I tried to smile at her as she patted my hand but I was afraid and embarrassed for this man to see between my legs. My doctor stepped between my legs and took the open gown and pulled it up so that it was now up on my belly again. I looked down to see the other doctor looking at the protrusion hanging from me.

"Mrs. Peterson I'm just going to do a external exam on you." The man said not looking at me. I felt him pick up the skin and move it around this way and that. He then put a little pressure on my clit just like the other doctor had done.

"Where did you say the urethra is?" He asked the doctor.

"If you open the interior lips and pull up slightly on her vaginal opening you can see it there."

I felt the doctor part my lips and he inspected me and touched me. He then let my inner lips go and took hold of the skin again. I felt him try and pull the skin back to expose my clit but couldn't.

"I'm not sure were just dealing with a skin flap here. .can I have a Q-Tip with some KY on it please. Mrs. Peterson I'm going to try and insert a small tip into the skin here to see if I can't contact the clitoris. .I'm not sure if this will hurt or not so just try and relax."

I griped the nurses hand tight as I watched the doctor lift the flap and placed the swab at my protrusion. He slowly started to insert it into the small hole. "Owwweee ohhhh." I said as the tip disappeared into the hole. He continued to apply pressure and I felt some funny feelings along with some stinging pain. He turned the thing in me and I grunted.

"Ohhhh. OHHHH…" I said and moved my hips a little as it sent shivers through me.

"Is it painful or are you feeling slightly aroused ?"

I panted and blushed as he asked about my feelings.

"A little of both." I said as I closed my eyes thinking this would hide my blushing face. I felt the thing inside me being manipulated and I was starting to breath real hard through my nose.

"I can only insert it about four millimeters. .I don't know if the opening narrows or if it's an extenuation of the clitoris. .Mrs. Peterson. Do you feel like your getting aroused by this. like you can have an orgasm. ?"

Never knowing what an orgasm was it was hard for me to explain.

"I don't know. I'm not sure what it is . it's like tingling going through me." I said through my heavy breathing. The doctor pulled out the tip and told me to relax. I took a few deep breaths and loosened my grip on the nurses hand.

"Do we have a camera ? And I need a ruler and tape measure," the doctor said as I laid there wide open. He turned to me and talked.

"Mrs. Peterson. I'm just going to take some measurements and a picture or two. I think we will be able to help you here."

The other doctor left the room and came back a few minutes later. The room was silent except for my heavy breathing. The doctor laid a hand on my knee and told me to relax. He measured the skin and then took a few pictures between my legs. I couldn't believe this was happening and I blushed even more.

"Can I have another Q-Tip please and I want you to take two pictures as I hold it in place. I'm going to insert the swab back in Mrs. Peterson." He slowly inserted the tip into the protrusion and the other doctor took pictures of the stick hanging out of it's end. He then lifted up the skin so that the stick was now sticking straight up.

"Oh. this is sooo…" Is all I could say as the pictures were taken of my privates. When they were done they took off there gloves and I was sat up.

"Mrs. Peterson I have some good news and some bad. .What I think, is that even though the skin is over extend I think that your clitoris is also over grown. .The good news is that I think I can fix it surgically but it will be a hard recovery and may be quite painful for some time. That is if the clitoris is also part of the protrusion."

I just sat there and stared at him as he talked to me. He then looked to my doctor and talked to her.

"When she is ready we can schedule the surgery along with the urologists. I will see you in the hospital. I don't think I will need to see you again before that." He then walked out the door and my doctor asked me if I had any questions. I just shook my head, glad that the humiliating exam was over.

The colonoscopy was scheduled for three days later. I kept myself busy with my house and yard. I couldn't eat anything but clear liquids after midnight and had to give myself a suppository that night and two fleets the next morning. I was still not crazy about taking the medication up my butt.

The next morning I drove to the hospital and went to the same day care unit where I was given a gown again and told to disrobe completely. I was then taken to a room that had gurneys lined up surrounded by curtains. I was helped onto the gurney were the nice nurse took my vitals and asked me if I had done the prep at home. I told her yes and she left the cubical and closed the curtains around me. I laid there alone and frightened at what was to transpire. I knew that it had something to do with my bottom but nobody had explained anything to me. After about a hour the nurse and a man dressed in green scrubs came and pushed my gurney out of the curtains.

"We're taking you to the colonoscopy room now." The nurse said as she pushed.

I was pushed through a set of double doors where the room was real bright. I was laying flat on my back and raised my head to see a few nurses and men all dressed in green scrubs with masks on. I started to get frightened as my eyes darted around the room at all the equipment. The gurney was pushed to the middle of the room and the nurse let down the right side rail.

A man came up to my right with gloved hands and looked at me. "My name is Dr Millon I will be performing your procedure today. .do you have any questions before we start?"

I looked around and shook my head. I did have questions but couldn't think of one of them right then. The man then stood away as the other male nurse that pushed me into here came to my side. I had a light blanket on me from the chest down.

"I need for you to roll over onto your left side. Good. Now I need you to raise both of your legs to your chest for me and grab hold of them. .good very good now try not to move." He said.

I laid there in a semi fetal position when I felt the blanket and then my gown being raised from my behind to expose it to all in the room. My bottom was now fully in view along with the small of my back and the backs of my thighs. I started to breath hard as the doctor asked for stuff and people moved around the room behind me.

"I'm going to lube and stretch your anus a bit before I insert the scope. I want you to just relax and let me work back here."

I took a deep breath and held it as I felt the doctors finger at my open hole and with firm pressure his finger slipped into me.

"Oohhhhhh…" I cried out as his finger felt very big inside me. I moved a little and released my knees to hold on to the side rail that I had been looking at. I griped it hard as the doctors finger probed deeper and deeper into me pulling and turning. I sighed when it came out.

"I'm going to introduce the scope now. please bare down for me."

I made a small attempt to bear down and I groaned as something was now going up inside me. I continued to grip the rail on my side as more and more of the strange thing was pushed up into me. It felt like a long snake winding it's way through my anus. The feeling was strange and I would moan a bit as I could feel stuff drip down my butt cheek. The doctor would stop the movement and turn the thing then push it in some more. I could almost feel it winding up inside me.

My breathing grew more and more rapid as the procedure got more and more uncomfortable. My tummy started to cramp a little and the doctor would tell me just to relax. I was soon panting as he told me that the scope was now through my colon.

"I will now be examining your colon. just take deep slow breaths as I proceed." I tried to calm my breathing but the doctor was now pulling the snake like thing out of me slowly twisting and turning it this way and that. He seemed to only take it out an inch at a time and I would moan when he would push it back in a little. The procedure wore on and my grip on the rail was so tight that my knuckles were white. I took a quick glance behind me to see the doctor holding something in his hand to his eye as he looked inside me.

I was so grateful when the thing finally left my bottom and I relaxed. I took a couple of deep breaths as someone wiped the stuff from my bottom and covered me up.

"You're all done Mrs. Peterson, you did just fine." The doctor said and I was wheeled out of the room. The nurse helped me off the gurney and told me that I could get dressed and that the results would be sent to my doctor. I was so glad that part was over but I still needed to see the urologist.

My doctor called a few days later and stated that the colonoscopy was normal and that she would get back to me after I saw the urologist. I went out to lunch a few times more with Kathy and we talked a bit. I told her of all the embarrassing procedures that I had to endure and she listened with sympathy.

"Betty do you have anyone take you to the hospital when the time comes for you to have the surgery?" She asked.

"Oh I figure that I will just drive myself." I told her and she said that I had better talk to my doctor about that.

"I don't think you should drive home after having surgery." She said.

I had never really thought about it. Since I lost my parents I had nobody really to take care of me. I kept thinking that the surgery was going to be a day type thing and that I would go home after I had the procedure done.

"I don't mind taking the day off to take you and bring you home if you want me too." I thanked her for the offer but told her I thought it was no big deal.

The time came to go to the urologist. The nurse called me the afternoon before and reminded me of the appointment and that the doctor requested that my bladder be full before I come in. I drank more that morning before arriving at the office that seemed to be quite big. I filled out the papers that the lady at the desk gave me and I was called back by a nurse.

"Just have a seat, the doctor will be with you." She said as she laid my chart down on a counter.

The room was average size and it had a couple chairs along with a roll around stool, against one wall was a table with foot stirrups and the back was up a little so that it was in a semi sitting position. There was a blue disposable pad that sat where one would sit on it, to the left of the table was some type of cart that had a machine on it. I sat there nervous as I waited.

The doctor came in dressed in a suit with a white lab coat over it. He came up and introduced himself.

"Hi Mrs. Peterson. my name is Dr Mayer. I have talked with your doctor and the plastic surgeon already." he picked up my folder and opened it and then sat down on the stool. He started to ask me allot of questions regarding my urinary habits as he called it.

"Well alright I will be sending my nurse in to get you ready for your exam. Do you have any questions before we proceed?"

I just shook my head as I looked at the table that I knew I would be laying on with my feet in the stirrups. I felt my face blush as I pictured the male doctor looking between my legs. The nurse came in and pulled a gown from under the cabinet and told me to undress from the waist down. She then left the room for a while so that I could change. She knocked before coming back in.

"Ok honey if you'll just step up here and sit on the table for me." I got up on the table shaking and she made me lay back and she helped my feet into the stirrups. I was in the semi sitting position so that my knees seemed to spread out even wider when she told me to relax them. I knew that she could now see my privates as I could too. When my legs were spread wide she reached into the cabinet again and pulled out a sheet. She covered my legs so that the sheet made a tent so that I now couldn't see between them. I laid there wide open as she went around the room opening and closing drawers and preparing the thing on the cart beside me. She hung a IV bag on a pole and connected it to the machine. I wondered what that was for, and just then the doctor entered the room. I jumped a bit and moved my knees together a little.

"We're ready doctor if you want to start." The nurse said as she played with the machine.

"Ok Mrs. Peterson I'm just going to look at you first and then I will decide if I want to run some tests today. .Your bladder is full now is that right?"

I had forgotten about that until he said something and I was feeling the pressure of my full bladder and I nodded to him.

"Good. now just relax your legs out a bit. Good. a little more." My knees were slightly together from when he came in and I let my knees relax out as he said. He then reached down and pulled the sheet so that it now was open to just him. I gulped in air as he put on some gloves and sat down between my legs where I couldn't see him.

"Just going to find the urethra now." He said as I felt his fingers moving around on my open lips. He would push slightly with his finger her and there before he opened the upper part of my vagina wide. I hissed in air as I felt like I was being stretched open far. The nurse was done and just standing by him looking at my bottom as well waiting for orders I suspected.

"Uuh huh. .hummm…" I could hear the doctor say as he felt around and looked between my legs. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to cry but only took a few gulping breaths. The nurse saw my distress and placed a hand on my knee.

"Get me a basin Marge. Mrs. Peterson. your urethral opening looks quite small. do you think you can void in this position?"

"Oh. .I. .I. .guess I can. Try." I said in a strained voice.

Something was pulled out from under me and the basin was placed there The doctor still holding my vagina way open. The doctor said that I could start to void at any time and I concentrated on letting myself go pee. It took a few minutes but soon my bladder felt relief as it started to drain into the basin below me. The nurse and the doctor watched as this was done.

"Can you stop stop voiding…" The doctor said, and I strained to stop the flow of my still full bladder.

"Try harder … more, try and stop the flow completely."

As hard as I tried the stream would still trickle out of me and the doctor watched and encouraged me to clamp down and stop the flow of my urine. Soon my bladder felt empty and I never was able to stop the flow.

"That's ok Mrs. Peterson that's fine. go ahead and relieve the rest of your bladder." He said as he took his fingers from me. I continued to pee as the doctor got up and took his gloves off. I watched him as he picked up my chart and wrote something in it.

"Mrs. Peterson I would like you to have a special type of x-ray done. It's called an IVP and what it will show is the structures of your kidneys, urethra and bladder. I would also like for you to have a urethralgram as well. Do you have any questions?"

"Not now." I said as I continued to lay there on the table.

He nodded to me and then left out of the room. The nurse cleaned me up and helped me out of the stirrups and off the table.

"Cover yourself with that sheet. we need to go down the hall." She said. I covered myself making sure that I was covered from behind as I was taken out of the room and down a hall. The nurse opened a room that was fairly dark inside and I could see a table with some wide leg stirrups. In the corner was a commode, both had a x-ray machine.

"First were going to do the IVP. I'm going to give you a small IV that has a special dye in it. I will then take pictures of your kidneys. .so If you will just lay on the table on your back we can get started."

The IVP was uneventful The nurse gave me the fluid and then shot some pictures of my kidneys and bladder. For the urethragram she had me place my knees into the leg holds so she could insert a small catheter into my bladder. This felt strange to me to have something going up into my pee hole. When she filled my bladder with the dye she led me to the commode in the corner. A plate came across my lower belly with a protrusion that went down between my legs as I sat. She made me hold my bladder until she told me to void. When I started to pee she took a few pictures.

"Ok Mrs.. Peterson if you will just fallow me back to the exam room the doctor will be with you as soon as he looks these over." I waited in the room still covering myself with a sheet sitting in a chair when the doctor came in. He had X-rays in his hand and he went to a light box and put up one. he motioned me with his hand to come over and see.

"The structures of your kidneys, urethra and bladder are fine. but you see this?" He pointed to a white line that ended next to one that exited my body.

"This is where your urethra should be. and as you can see it is not fully developed. Now this one is very narrow but has been serving you all these years with no problems. The only thing is that it my become a problem as you start to engage in sexual relations and then the birthing process."

He moved a pen up and down the two white lines that were images of my body parts. "What I can do is surgically take this urethra and move it to it's proper place and then dilate it. This one I would remove all together as it's not serving a purpose."

I just nodded my head at what he was saying and wondered how long this would all take. "You mean I have to have two surgeries? I asked.

"No not at all we can do both surgeries at one time. When the plastic surgeon is done I can step in and restructure your urinary system. This may make the surgery longer which has complications but it's done all the time."

We sat in silence for some time and I stared at the x-ray. "Do you have any other questions Mrs.. Peterson?"

I shook my head and the doctor told me that I could dress. When I was leaving the nurse told me that they would get a hold of my doctor to consult. A few days later my doctors office called and made an appointment for me to come in.

This time the nurse didn't make me wear the gown but just sat me in an exam room. The doctor came in and talked to me.

"Today we will be doing some pre surgical test such as blood work and a chest x-ray. Your surgery is scheduled for next Wednesday, you will be admitted to the hospital on the Tuesday before."

My eyes widened. "You mean I will have to say in the hospital overnight?"

"Oh yes Mrs.. Peterson. You will have quite a long recuperation period in the hospital. five days or so I would guess."

"Five Days?"

"Or maybe longer. the surgery your having is very delicate and you will have a long recuperation period. .you may have a tube in your bladder for a month or so and the plastic surgeon said you may require one more additional surgery."

I just looked at her stunned I couldn't believe that this couldn't be done quicker than what she was talking about. "I... I thought that. that I would be out the same day?" The doctor just looked at me and shook her head slightly.

That day I went home thinking that I wasn't going to go through with it, but the next morning I woke up thinking that I needed to start a new life and not to be such a sissy. I went to Kathy and told her that I would need a ride to the hospital and explained that I would be there for some time. She agreed to take me to the hospital and that she wouldn't tell anyone at work about all this.

The day finally came and I was admitted to the surgical floor that afternoon. I was laying in the hospital bed with the same type of gown that I had to wear at each of the doctors. The nurse said that she would be in soon to start my prep but didn't explain. I laid there watching TV thinking that this wasn't so bad. Due to the nature of my surgery I was given a private room.

The nurse arrived with a bundle of towels and she laid them on the bed and went into the bathroom. She came out with a tub of water and laid it on the roll around table.

"Mrs. Peterson I need to shave you from your belly to your anus. If you would please lift your bottom so that I can protect your bed?"

I was in shock as she pulled back the covers and waited for me to lift up my bottom. She had closed curtains around my bed so that I had even more privacy but I didn't realize that I would have to be shaved.

I lifted my bottom up and she placed a blue chux and a towel under me. I watched with wide eyes as she placed my feet where she wanted them, soles together with my knees bent so that I was wide open. She lifted my gown to show between my legs and I gave a little groan as she looked down upon my deformity. She lathered me and started to shave me as she chit chatted about this and that. The whole time I stared at the ceiling in total embarrassment of my predicament. I felt the tugging of the razor between my legs as all my privacy was taken from me.

"Well there now. see that wasn't so bad." She said as she flung a towel over her shoulder. I closed my legs as quickly as possible and pulled down my gown. She sensed my embarrassment and cleaned up and went into the bathroom. I then pulled up the sheets to my bed to cover me. A few minutes later as I sat in tears when she walked in with a large white cart.

"Mrs. Peterson. I need to continue your prep. first I will be giving you a few enemas to clean out your colon and then I will need for you to shower with a special soap and I will administer a douche."

I laid there with my mouth open as she talked of the humiliating things she was going to make me do. She tried to assure me that no harm would come to me from the upcoming procedures. She disappeared into the bathroom and came out with a large bag that was filled with milky white fluid. I watched as she hung it on a IV pole and looped some hose around it.

"What's that for?'' I asked in a shaky voice.

"That's your cleansing enema Mrs. Peterson. I will need to administer enemas to you until you run clear. now if you will please roll onto your left side for me."

"Isn't that allot. I mean. I. I just take those small ones from the store. that one is way too much." I said nodding to the bag hanging over head.

"Those are medicated enema's for quick cleans. We need your colon to be thoroughly cleaned out for the surgery tomorrow. now if you will please roll over onto your left side. we can get started with your prep."

I reluctantly rolled over and tried to look behind me to see what she was doing, but she made me lay my head down on my extended arm and pull my right knee up so that when she pulled back the sheet my bottom was well open to her. I tried to look behind me as she worked but couldn't see anything with my head down. My body jerked as she took hold of my right butt cheek and raised it high. I then felt her gloved finger at my hole and she twisted it a little before it inserted into me. I groaned as she twirled her finger around and then pulled it out. The nozzle then slid way up inside me and I heard a CLICK as water rushed into me. I clamped down on the nozzle as to not have an accident and was starting to breath quite hard.

The nurse reached around and started to massage my belly as it took on the enema. She started to tell me how well I was doing and that half the bag was already empty. I moaned when a cramp hit me and she would increase her massaging as the water stopped running. I would then hear the click again and the pressure built within me.

"Oh God I don't think I can do it. I can't take anymore." I whined as she told me that the bag was almost done.

"Deep breaths will help." She said as she massaged my belly and encouraged me to take in even more of the fluid. I panted and wined as she made me hold the fluid in me for ten minutes with the nozzle still tucked into me to assist in my efforts to hold the enema. When time was up she slowly pulled the nozzle out and placed a tissue at my hole and I ran for the bathroom. My insides exploded there contents into the commode and I felt even more embarrassed because I knew she could hear me expelling.

When I was finished I came out to see yet another bag hanging on the IV pole. This time she made me get into a knee chest position and the whole time I chanted "I don't like this. I don't like this." As she stuck her finger in me again and the nozzle was placed and she started the flow of the enema.

This time she reached between my legs to massage my belly as I moaned and groaned and she was starting to get a bit perturbed by me. "Come now Mrs. Peterson you're a big girl now just relax and take your enema." She said as she continued her procedure. Again I was required to hold the enema for ten long minutes and then she let me go. This time telling me not to flush so that she could see the results. My face blushed even more as I thought of her looking at my excrement.

After receiving two more enemas I was exhausted and my bottom felt a little sore. I was relieved when she took her little cart and left my room, but soon enough she was back and had me get into the bathroom shower.

"Mrs. Peterson. I need you to scrub yourself with this sponge from the waist down and between your legs for me for fifteen minutes. Start between your legs and move up toward your belly and then down to your anus."

She let the water run on me for a bit then turned it off and handed me the small sponge. It was wet and dripped with some brownish red stuff. I did as she said and started to scrub as she left me alone. When she came back she wheeled in a funny looking chair and yet another bag with the brown fluid in it this time.

"Ok Mrs. Peterson I need for you to sit in this chair so that I can give you your douche."

The chair seat was high and had just a toilet seat on it so that my bottom would stick out from underneath. The lower half of my body was stained with the brown stuff already.

"What is that stuff?" I asked nodding to the bag over head.

"Betadine. antibaterium. Move your legs apart for me." She said as she reached under the seat with a gloved hand and located my vaginal lips. She spread them wide as she crouched down to see under me and she brought the tube to me and inserted it into my vagina.

"Ohhhh…" I said in surprise as the thing seemed long inside me.

"Haven't you ever douched before?"

I shook my head from side to side as she held my vaginal lips closed around the nozzle and started the flow. I watched the bag as it started to empty and I could feel the warmth way up inside me. It sorta felt nice if it wasn't so damn embarrassing I thought. She then started to move the nozzle in and out and around inside me and I stared to squirm a bit as she did this. The warm feeling and the movement caused me to feel funny inside. Soon the water was all gone and she removed the nozzle from me and told me to pat dry. She handed me another gown and I went back to bed. I felt very good and refreshed inside and out and I think I slept a bit.

That night I couldn't have anything to drink or eat and the night nurse came in and started an IV in my arm. I slept fitfully the rest of the night. In the morning the nurse came in and gave me a shot in my IV and told me that they would be coming for me soon. The medicine took effect right away and seemed to calm my nerves way down. I was even chatting to the people that came and got me. Even though I was in a fog I seemed like I wanted to talk allot. I was wheeled into a large room and placed on a table where my legs were spread wide and I was draped. A mask came over my head and that was the last thing I remember until waking up to someone calling me.

"Mrs.. Peterson. come on wake up. .wake up now. the surgery is over . come on open your eyes." My eyes opened and then shut to the bright lights and I was starting to come too a bit. My throat was very dry and I couldn't talk. As I was coming too so was some very uncomfortable feeling between my legs and I struggled to look down at myself.

"Mrs.. Peterson. Do you have any pain?. Honey. Come on wake up for me. Are you feeling pain in your bottom?"

All I could do is nod my head to tell her that it was hurting like hell. I did start to feel some relief and the nurse kept coaxing me awake. Soon I could open my eyes but my head felt wobbly on my neck and I looked down at myself to see but I was covered. I knew that my legs were apart and that my knees were slightly bent I could see a bulge right were my pelvis was.

A few days later I got to know what was going on with my body. I had a tube in my bladder that would have to stay there for six weeks and my clitoris was now going to be normal. The pain though was another thing altogether as the nurses made my walk with the area between my legs all swollen and padded with dressings. I would moan and groan with the slightest of movement. The hardest part was when the nurse came in the day I started on solid foods and explained that I would have to have a colon tube inserted into my bottom.

"The doctors don't want you straining to go so they want you to have enemas to help you. .I will be inserting this into you and you will receive your enemas thought this tube and will be drained through this tube." The nurse explained.

I started to cry as I didn't want one more tube in me. I already couldn't pee on my own and now wouldn't be able to go poop as well. The nurse carefully turned me over with two large pillows between my legs. She then lubed my hole with her gloved finger and then inserted the large nozzle into me.

"OWE. .OWWWWEEEE. it hurts…" I cried as I could hear some hissing and a fullness inside that made my bottom hurt more.

"OK...Ok. I know dear. but it would hurt you worse to have to bear down to go to the bathroom on your own. .now I'm just going to run the water into you now. .hush. just take some deep breaths."

I continued to cry at the new intruder in my body and I felt the warm water flow slowly into me and it relaxed me some. I was soon asleep laying on my side propped up by pillows with the warm water running into me. When I awoke I was still laying on my side and I could still feel the thing in my bottom. I pressed the call light as I started to cry.

"Take this out. oh please It's so uncomfortable."

"Mrs. Peterson the tube needs to stay in you so that we can clean you out daily." She said as she pulled back the covers and started to move me onto my back.

"But. I don't like it in me." I cried as I could now feel it more as my bottom lay on it. I sobbed myself back to sleep.

The worst thing was having to walk. I had so many tubes running in and out of me that it almost took two nurses to get me up and out of bed. I would blush as I walked down the hall with the tube hanging out of my bottom and the tube that drained my pee into a bag. One day when the nurse had set up my enema and I was laying on my left side I heard someone come into the room. The nurse had covered me but the large tubing still protruded out from the covers and went to the big bag hanging over head. I looked behind me to see Kathy and then a few other people from work come into my room.

"Hey. .ohhh. .how ya doing?" Everyone talked at once. There were three guys and two girls from work that came to see me at there lunch hour witch was at 11:00. My eyes darted from the people to Kathy and she shrugged.

"Those appendixes can be a time bomb sometime." Richard said as he handed me some flowers. My face flushed as I saw the people looking at the set up around me. Kathy took the flowers and people talked to me as my enema drained into me slowly.

"Nice of you all to come, but I'm not in the mood right now for company." I said in a strained voice still laying on my left side and my belly filling.

"Oh we won't be staying long we need to get back. we just wanted to see how you were doing and see when you will be coming back?"

"Not for a while I suppose." I said just as the last of my enema bag drained and girgled. I blushed even more and tears came to my eyes. Just then the nurse came in.

"Excuse me, sorry, excuse me." She said as she made her way through the people that packed my room. I saw her look around a bit then at my distress.

"I'm sorry, will you all please excuse us while I drain Mrs. Peterson's enema." The nurse said. Just then I planted my face into the pillow and wanted to die.

"Ya ah sure. no problem. ah well see ya later there girl." Everyone said something as they made there way out the door. I was glad and also extremely embarrassed that the nurse had to say the word enema to my coworkers.

Kathy came in when the nurse left and she apologized. I was now laying on my back and very uncomfortable. " So how are you doing?" She asked.

"Well my clit is about the size of a quarter and I have a tube stuck up in my bladder and anus, I get daily enemas and I will have to pee in a bag for six weeks." I sighed.

She looked at me with sad eyes and apologized again and then asked me when I was going to get out. I explained to her that I was still prone to infection and that the doctor wanted me to stay a few more days.

I was glad to go home even though I walked hunched over from having a small incision in my belly, and had a small bag that attached to my inner leg. I was on heavy duty pain meds along with strong laxatives. Kathy came by my house daily to check on me and slowly day by day I got better and stronger. One morning I felt like I had to go to the bathroom bad and I sat on the toilet and couldn't go. I tried to increase the laxatives that I took but they didn't work and I started to strain and my bottom started to hurt. I called the doctor and got an answering service. The doctor called me back and told me to meet her in the emergency room.

Kathy helped me and when I got there I was put into a gown and helped onto a table that had big leg holds. I grunted and moaned as the nurse helped me into the hideous stirrups. The doctor came over and with a smile explained to me that she was going to check me out and then get to the problem.

"Your Foley looks as if it's draining ok. IM just going to check the stitches in your vagina. .good. looks good. .Ok now I'm going to do a anal exam now just relax as much as possible." I tried to look between my wide legs as I felt the doctors finger at my anus and she slipped it in and moved it around.

"Oh my, you sure are impacted. .How long has it been?" She asked as I felt her finger moving in me.

"Oh about three days." I said in a whine.

"Why did you wait so long ? You're absolutely full." She said in a aggravated tone. I just laid there and sniffled.

"Owww. .Oweeee. THAT HURTS…" I said as the doctor groped around in my bottom.

"I know Mrs. Peterson. nurse can you get me a eight ounce bulb filled with two ounces of glycerin and the rest oil with a six inch tube please." The doctor said before taking her finger from me and sitting down between my legs.

"Mrs. Peterson. We can't have you straining against your stitches. so I'm going to give you a heavy enema and see if we can't help you to eliminate the mass. I hope that this will help and that I won't have to dig it out digitally." I just laid there sniffling and crying with my legs open and sore. The nurse came back and handed something to the doctor that stood back up and I could feel her finger inside me again along with a tube. She move the tube in deep and I could feel some warmth up inside and then she pulled it out a bit and pushed it back in. I would grunt as she manipulated her finger and the thing inside me.

"I know this is uncomfortable but I'm trying to get the enema all around the mass dear, just be patient with me." She worked the tube in and out and soon I felt like I had to go.

"I feel like I can go now." I said. But the doctor continued to squirt the stuff inside me.

"Good that's a good sign. but I want you to hold it for a while. make sure it works so that you wont have to bear down to expel." The doctor held her finger at my hole and massaged it from time to time.

"Nurse, can you please raise Mrs. Peterson's head a bit and hand me a basin."

The nurse raised the table so that I was in a semi sitting position with my legs wide apart and I was looking down between my legs. The doctor pulled a small table out from under me and placed the basin under my bottom.

"Mrs.. Peterson. I don't want you to even grunt or strain I just want your body to expel on it's own, do you understand?"

I nodded and put my head back gulping in air as she took her finger away from my bottom. I tired not to bear down but soon I couldn't help it and my tummy tightened as I made a small grunt. I could feel the mass right at my opening stretching me and it hurt some. My body broke out in a sweat as the doctor reminded me not to bear down. I heard a loud plunk in the basin below me and my anus closed back up. I sighed as I thought I was done.

A few minutes went by and nothing more happened and the doctor put on new gloves and stuck her finger back inside me. My anus now sore, she probed around and I started to cry as she was pulling the hard balls from my bottom.

"Owwee. .OWWWW. .GOD. IT HURTS." I would say as she continued to reach in, grab a finger full and pull it out. This went on for about twenty minutes until she could no longer reach the mass. The room was filled with a foul smell and my anus was extremely sore.

"Ok Lets put in a inflatable nozzle and give her a two quarts to start with. for twenty minutes. drain her through the tube until clear. Mrs. Peterson the nurse is now going to start an enema series on you and I will be back to check your progress."

The doctor left the room as I watched the nurse fill a bag and bring it over to my spread legs on a IV pole.

I laid there for the next four hours on that table with my legs apart with a tube in my butt that the nurse would fill and then release into a bucket. She would massage my tummy as the twenty minutes passed then the enema would be released. I thought the whole thing as torture as the amounts of enema fluid were increased.

I left the ER totally exhausted with the doctors sound words of not letting myself get that backed up again. I had to see the urologist and the plastic surgeon several more times before the tube in my bladder was taken out and I was given permission to have a normal life. I was quite pleased with my new body and how it responded to stimulus. I was able to reach orgasm by just touching my now new clit.

A few years later I got married and had a baby. I felt like I was born again, due to the fact that when I was born the first time I had a deformity that made me feel as if I wasn't normal. Every day I feel grateful that I had the procedure done. I was missing out on a lot of life.