I was away at college and my car broke down. I need $450.00 to get it fixed. What was I going to do? I checked the job board and all I could find was restaurant jobs. Let's see $5.00 per hour for 90 hours working only 20 hours a week because of classes. Great, figure in Uncle Sam's cut and in 3 or 4 months I might have enough money to get my car fixed. Then I noticed a small 3x5 card sticking under some other papers on the board. "Students wanted to assist in Medical research." That sounded promising. Working in a nice clean lab, assisting a doctor, are maybe a little typing or filing. Had to be better than waiting tables.

I called the number and a nurse answered. She told me they were still taking applicants and told me I could come in for an interview than afternoon. The office was just a few blocks from the college so I told her I would be there. I arrived at what was once a private residence converted into what appeared to be a small doctor's office. I entered through the front door into a waiting room and informed the nurse at a small window who I was. She handed me a clipboard and asked me to fill out some forms. When I was done she invited me back into a small office for my interview. She explained to me that if I was accepted into the program I would need to start Saturday morning. She told me that in this office they tested new medical procedures and new medications. The FDA had just given them authorization, to test a new method of fertilization of eggs in women, and I was to be a possible test subject. Whoa! Wait a minute I don't want to be a Guinea Pig, and I certainly don't want to be fertilized. She went on to explain that I would not become pregnant and that it was totally safe. She told me I would have to come in Saturday morning, spend the night. And then I would be released Sunday afternoon. For my troubles I would be paid $500.00. I interrupted, "Excuse me, did you say $500.00 for one week end?" "And it's totally safe?" I'll do it. On the way back to the dorm I couldn't believe what I just did.

Saturday Morning I got up, got dressed, and headed over to the doctors office. I wanted so bad to chicken out but I needed the money. I arrived at about 10.am and Ann, the nurse I had met earlier, was ready for me. She asked me to come on back to a small room, which had a lounge chair, a twin bed and a locker. She told me to undress and place my clothes in the locker. Then put on the hospital gown, which was on the bed, with the opening in the back. When she returned she explained that this would be my room for the weekend. She then asked me to follow her to an exam room. She was very informative and explained every step before it happened.

In the exam room she told me that I was to receive a complete physical first. The doctor entered and Ann introduced him as Dr. Alan. Dr. Alan began with the ear nose and throat then moved to my breast. I began having second thoughts and Ann must have noticed because she took my hand and told me to just relax it was okay. Then came the internal exam. I knew it was coming, but I still didn't like it. Finally he was done. He talked with Ann for a moment and then left. Ann told me the doctor said every thing was fine and that if I still wanted to we could proceed. I really needed the money.

Ann told me she needed to prepare me for the procedure. She began by preparing an enema and explained that during the procedure the doctor would need to feel inside of me in order to tell where the nozzle they used was position. They would also be using ultra sound and didn't want feces showing up on the pictures.

I was left on my back with my feet in the stirrups. She inserted a finger and lubricated me real well. Then she inserted the nozzle. The water began to flow. I was kind of scared I had never had an enema before. Ann rubbed my tummy when I had cramps, it was really kind of nice. When it was time to release I was left on the table and aloud to release into what looked like a trash can. The first two weren't too bad but the third one really hurt and made me sick to my stomach. I got the chills and thought I would throw up, and the cramping was really bad. Ann told me it was because this one had been able to get up really high in my colon. When she was satisfied I was cleaned out she gave me a blanket and told me to rest for a little bit. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up Ann had already began the next stage of preparation on me. She was removing all the hair from my mound. It felt funny and cold down there. She then gave me a medicated douche and washed everything off front and back. All of this water running I began to feel the need to pee so I asked Ann if I could get up and go.

She said she was just getting to that problem and that I was not going to be aloud to get up until after the procedure. However she was going to be inserting a catheter into my bladder. I told her that wasn't necessary I could use a bed pan. She instructed me that a catheter was necessary for the procedure in order to take what she called clean catch samples. I could feel her wiping me. Then she pulled back my folds and then. Ouch! She forced that tube inside of me. She let me drain and then washed everything off again. Ann asked me to sit up some and she removed my gown and replaced it with a special surgical one. She gave me one of those cute little blue hats and told me I was ready. "Just rest a minute while I go check with the doctor." She said.

It wasn't long and her and the doctor entered the room with a gurney. I was helped unto it and rolled into another room. Now I was scarred. This looked like a fully equipped operating room. They helped me onto the table and placed my legs back into the stirrups. I was strapped down and after Ann had put on her OR outfit she scrubbed me one more time. I was given an oxygen mask and told to breathe normally. She placed EKG heart leads on my chest and told the doctor we were ready. Oh my what have I gotten my self into? Ann took my hand and told me everything was okay just try to relax. Yea right!

The doctor took his position between my legs and explained what he was going to do. He showed me this syringe thing that had what looked to be a smaller version of the enema nozzle they had used on me earlier. The doctor explained that this was going to be inserted into my cervix and a special gel would be injected. If all went well my body would think it had been impregnated.

First I felt his fingers inside of me. Then he inserted the speculum. It was metal and he didn't even bother to warm it. He then began to open me up. MMMMM! I moaned through the mask. It hurt He said he was sorry he would go slower, but he needed me to relax because he had to open me up quite a bit more still. About four more times he cranked that thing stretching me to my limit. Poor Ann I was crushing her hand. The doctor then unhooked my catheter from it's bag and told me I would have a full feeling in just a few moments. He began washing out my bladder. When he was done he re-hooked it to a drain. He rinsed out my hole again and told me he was about to insert the nozzle. Ann gave my hand a little squeeze and said, "Honey this may hurt a little, but try not to move and remain as relaxed as you can."

Just then the doctor inserted that thing into me and I shot off the table 3 feet into the air. Well I would have if I hadn't been strapped down. OH it hurt. First, a sharp pain and then cramps as he forced in the gel. I was told I had to lie there like that for 30 minutes. The intense pain went away pretty fast but it still hurt. Then I felt the doctors fingers in my butt. He kept moving them around. Then he started rubbing my clit. Ann told me that it would help if my body thought it was having intercourse. Yeah right! I thought. But the next thing I knew I was having the most intense orgasm of my life. My whole body was shaking. I was hanging tightly onto Ann. She was stroking my forehead. I was in pain and in heaven both at the same time. The 30 minutes went by real quick. They seemed more like 5. Then it was all done. The doctor removed his fingers and the syringe. Finally he removed the speculum. The doctor left and Ann began to clean me up. I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning in the bedroom. Ann came in and told me to try to sit up slowly. She helped me into a wheel chair and I noticed I still had the catheter. She took me to the exam room and helped me on to the table. The doctor came in and examined my cervix both vaginally and rectal. Ann irrigated my catheter and the took me back to my room. I was so tired and sore. She brought me breakfast and after I got done picking at it she put me back to bed.

Several hours later Ann woke me up again and told me the doctor needed to take one more look and then I could go home. We went again to the exam room and again I was placed in the stirrups. This time the doctor inserted a probe into my rectum so he could move my uterus around better. It was still a little sore when he inserted the speculum but he tried to be very gentle. He took one last sample from the catheter and told me he was going to slowly remove it. I still had the probe and speculum in me. He began to rub my clit and told me to try to relax. Just as he pulled the tube out I climaxed and wet all over everything. The doctor said that it was okay and perfectly natural. Ann cleaned me up and took me back to my dorm.

Yes I got my car fixed. And I worked at that doctors office several more times while in college, but that's another story.