My parents had taken me to my auntie's house, to stay with her that summer while they took a long vacation to Europe. I had just graduated from high school at the time. I had also developed a fine set of perky titties any girl would be proud to have on her chest. I was a sexy eighteen and had a C cup bra by that time. My older sister had also reached a C size cup by eighteen so I had figured the same was in store for me.

My period was regular as clockwork but tampons were out of the question as my hymen was quite tough and caused me much pain each time I had tried to insert one of the sterile white cotton filled cylinder devices up my tight cunny. Mom was concerned about my condition but going to wait until she arrived back from Europe to take me to a gynecologist. She claimed only a woman's doctor would be sure how to treat my tight hymen membrane.

Auntie Ellen was a couple of years younger than my mother and still had a very sexy body since she had not married or had any kids. She worked as the lead nurse in the local hospital gynecology department. This had been her specialty for several years and she seemed to enjoy her job. That summer she was having her house repainted on the inside and things were in a slight state of disorganization when I arrived. The painter would arrive about 900AM in the morning and leave about 400PM in the afternoon so as not to intrude on the lives of his clients.

The day after I arrived he started to paint the guest bathroom, which I normally used. This meant I would have to share the master bath with Auntie Ellen until he was done. Her big luxurious master bathroom had been completed just a few days before I arrived so it still smelled of fresh paint. There were many built in cabinets for storage. Some with shelves inside the doors and some with interior drawers. This made for a neat bathroom with everything in its place. Auntie Ellen was a neat freak just like mother.

That evening I went to take a shower after Auntie was done with her shower. I noticed a new smell besides that of fresh paint. It was a stronger smell I had smelled before and finally I realized it was that of warm rubber just like when mother had used her syringe for douching.

As I looked around the bathroom there was a towel hanging from the free standing towel rack in the corner. There seemed to be a lump under the disheveled towel. I raised the towel out of curiosity to reveal a very high quality hospital grade fountain syringe hanging up to dry. Connected to the ribbed white tubing was a rather large balloon spray douche nozzle. The lever style clamp was a few inches up the hose from the shinny black nozzle. The big red rubber bag had a number 3 in raised relief near the funnel shaped open top. I quickly deduced that Auntie Ellen had given herself an intimate cleansing during her most recent visit to the bathroom.

I looked at the shockingly large syringe and wondered just what it must be like to give yourself a douche. Some of my best friends had already tried a douche or had a syringe of their own. One girl described it as an addiction she never wanted to break. She sneaked a douche whenever she could even though her mother only wanted her to douche after her period. I tried to imagine that big black nozzle buried full length in the secret intimate opening between my Aunties legs and between my legs. Pictures in medical encyclopedias had proven to me that the vagina was quite capable of taking one of the big long vaginal nozzles with no problem unless the hymen was still intact. The nozzle on Aunties syringe was bigger than a tampon so I knew it would never fit into me until something was done about my tight hymen.

Out of curiosity, that there might be a box for the intimate feminine cleansing apparatus, I pulled open one of the cabinet drawers. I expected to find towels, make-up, bath soap or the like, and could not believe my eyes. Here before me, was a drawer full of rubber goods of all types. A pasteboard box with at least a dozen different types of what appeared to be douche nozzles. Another box contained various sizes of enema nozzles. There were a couple of rather large piston syringes in the back of the drawer. The next drawer contained nothing but bulb syringes mostly with douche pipes but a few with the straight enema pipes several with rather ominous proportions. The persons on the receiving end of such a nozzle would have no doubt that their rear end was being invaded.

The next drawer contained several books which dealt with the used of syringes. At the bottom of the drawer was a rather old book without pictures. It featured line drawings of syringes and their use. One book in particular was titled, "Feminine Hygiene Equipment", another one, "Correct Douching Procedure". A closer look at the second book revealed that Auntie was one of the co-authors. I had no idea that Auntie wrote medical books. I knew she was very well educated and had taught at a nursing school for a couple of years. The book was very graphically illustrated with detailed drawings showing how to use the various types of syringes. One drawing showed the use of the bulb douche syringe with the woman in a dorsal recumbrant position. The shield was pushed up against the labia with the big nozzle full depth in the vaginal canal. There were several photos reproduced throughout the book showing a woman in the dorsal recumbrant position her legs spread well apart in stirrups. The drape only allowed her crotch area to be viewed but in each case, a nurse was demonstrating the insertion of various types of instruments. Just looking at all the sensual images caused my heart to speed up and a special warm erotic feeling began to spread through my crotch area.

Auntie Ellen was the Lead Nurse for Dr. Beverly Dawson a very well known and highly respected doctor of women in town and the surrounding area. Beverly and Ellen both thought the same way about many things regarding the health of the very sexy young female patients brought to them by their rather innocent and ignorant mothers. Both felt that women needed to take enemas and douches on a regular basis for the best of health. It was even more important for the younger women to be properly introduced to the art of feminine hygiene procedures. Many of the young adult patients were curious about such things and it was easy to include such introductions during their regular office visits. Many times the parents did not know just how to go about teaching such intimate health procedures to their daughters without embarrassment. Auntie and Dr. Dawson were up to the task and most of the young women in town were familiar with the special irrigation room. Even if a bit nervous and shy, the curiosity of just how a woman was to douche herself was removed forever in the well lit white tiled room. Many times they would be sent home with a copy of one or more of the books the two medical practitioners had authored.

I wondered just how to broach the issue of my hymen, my soon to arrive period, and the issue of feminine hygiene. Perhaps I could get a few of my health problems out of the way before my parents returned from their trip.

The next morning at breakfast, I started the conversation between us with a short comment regarding my imminent female problem.

"Auntie Ellen, Next week my period will begin, and I am way too tight to use tampons. Do you have any napkins I can use when it gets here?"

Auntie was shocked by the look on her face and then seemed pleased when she answered me. Dearie, "That should not be a problem. I only use tampons, but I can get some napkins from work just for your use. By the way, most women your age can use tampons with ease, perhaps there is a problem with your hymen that Dr. Beverly Dawson can fix. Ladies have their hymen stretched but not broken in order to use tampons and more importantly to be able to use a douche to clean themselves after their period. They also have their hymen stretched to prevent a difficult and painful wedding night experience. Feminine hygiene knowledge is so important to prevent diseases and infection."

"Has your mother or yourself got you your own personal syringe yet?"

"No," I replied.

"Has your mother even spoke to you about proper feminine hygiene, how to douche, or taken you in for a pelvic exam?"

"No," I again replied, "She plans on taking me to a special gynecologist doctor when they arrive back from Europe."

"Well, perhaps we can take care of all these important issues this summer while you are with me. You should have been seen by a gynecologist long before this. I find it hard to believe your mother did not take you in years ago. I am sure my boss will be able to work you into her busy schedule just to be sure of your pelvic health. It would be much better to take care of the problem immediately rather than have some deep pelvic infection develop which could be difficult to treat."

I sat there stunned by what I had just heard not realizing that many of my curiosities could come true so easily. Even better was to have Auntie Ellen taking care of me instead of my prudish mother who was embarrassed to even talk of such personal things to me. I could still remember back to an embarrassing situation two years previous when I had arrived home early one day from high school. The water main supplying the buildings had ruptured so we all were sent home an hour early. I went in the back door as usual and did not find Mom watching her soap opera. I then realized it was not time for it to begin. I figured she might be over chatting with the neighbor lady and went down the hallway to my room.

About that time, the phone rang and much to my surprise, I heard movements from the bathroom. I informed mom that I was home early and that I would answer it. She was rather shocked but requested that I answer it. I did and it was her boss Mr. Smith wanting to know if she could come in early to work that afternoon as a person on the day shift had to leave early. I went to get mother. I opened the bathroom door a crack after knocking and announced it was her boss wanting her to come in early. She was in the shower by then and said she would be right there to speak to her boss. Before I could shut the door for her privacy, I noticed in the mirror that she was stepping from the shower with her naked wet sexy body. There in the sink was her red rubber fountain syringe all wet with the douche nozzle still dripping indicating it had just been used. The distinctive smell of warm rubber also permeated the air. I quickly pulled the door shut wondering about the very sexy rubber device. Later, after mom went to work, the syringe was hanging up in the shower to dry.

That day at work, Auntie Ellen spoke to Beverly about my very personal pelvic problem, which brought a smile to the face of Beverly. Dr. Dawson was always eager to assist in the pelvic problems of young women. Tight hymens were just one of her specialties at any age. Why yes, Beverly would be glad and almost eager to assist Auntie Ellen with her niece. Tight hymens could be dealt with in several ways. Beverly always liked to evaluate the patient before selecting the procedure. The evaluation procedure was reassuring to the patient and the parents. Doctor Dawson also enjoyed the stress it caused her patients to have the special vaginal micrometer-measuring device inserted into their virgin openings. Many times, it was the first object to reach into the interior of their vaginal cavities and was a rather episodic memory experience. Once the measurements were taken and the observations recorded, the big graduated device was removed from the tight dilated orifices and the results evaluated for a detailed report to patient and parents. Anything from simple stretching treatments to minor surgical procedures complete with Novocain injections were included in the options.

Beverly had just spoken with the mother of one of her very sexy and special patients by the name of Trisha Spallow. Earlier that morning she had finally convinced Trisha's mother that surgical reduction of her daughters very tight hymen membrane was the only solution to be used in order to take care of the imperforate hymen of her only daughter. She had been trying to get Mrs. Spallow to commit to the hymen surgery on her daughter for two years now. Beverly looked forward to the appointment only two days away when the beautiful Trisha would be strapped into the stirrups of her surgery table. After a light sedative enema, the shapely young woman would feel every one of the very painful stinging Novocain injections. Beverly always liked to draw out the Novocain injections as long as possible. What usually took two to three minutes she managed to stretch out to almost ten minutes always insuring the patient that it was almost over with and that the pain was only temporary. After the many well-placed injections, they were always ready to put up with anything else that hurt less or was less embarrassing. Yes, Beverly could see Ellen's niece the same morning that Miss Spallow girl was scheduled for a surgical defloration.

That evening Ellen confided with her niece that Doctor Dawson could see her in the morning only two days later. Her niece was apprehensive yet excited to be able to get the dreaded exam over with before mother arrived back from Europe.

Two days passed quickly, Ellen arrived to work with her shapely niece, and had her sit quietly in the waiting room until called for by the nurse's aide fresh out of high school. Ellen went back to the prep room and spoke with Beverly about the morning's busy schedule.

Doctor Dawson said, "Ellen we will need to prepare the minor surgery room for Miss Sapllow first thing. She is scheduled for a hymen reduction so be sure to include a big hypodermic syringe and long needle. I will need a fresh vial of Novocain to make sure I do not run out during the injections. Please have a three quart syringe with a balloon spray nozzle ready for the irrigation afterwards."

"In addition, regarding your niece, you will begin to prep her in room #1 while I work on Miss Spallow. Be sure to give her a cleansing enema so I can do a thorough exam. Have the vaginal measuring instruments warming up so they will be ready use."

The surgery room was next door to Room #1 and Ellen hoped that the painful procedure being done right next door to the beautiful Spallow girl did not cause her niece to become nervous. Nothing worse than to hear screams and crying coming through the thin walls.

Ellen knew from past visits, that Trisha did not handle pain well at all. She was always ready to complain when anything was going to be stuck into her shapely body. The bladder irrigation during the last visit was quite traumatic for Trisha. She had cried out and had some tears as she whined about the white-hot sensation of the oversized tube being stuck into her peehole. Dr. Dawson had used a larger diameter catheter than necessary and did not lube it well just to cause her patient a bit of discomfort. Ellen thought the urethral meatus was just a bit puffy after the amber tub was inserted but did not say anything. She just continued to hold her from moving and hurting herself. The bigger problem was that Trisha was a spoiled brat and never did not like going to the doctor. She knew Trisha would not enjoy the big needle of the hypodermic syringe as she fitted to the business end of the glass piston.

She placed a fresh vial of Novocain next to the long barreled syringe along with several types of scalpels. The heated transdermal vibrator was removed from the charging unit on the sink and placed on the cart. She also added several sizes of vaginal speculums, which would surely be used before the visit was completed. The entire top of the cart was filled with the needed supplies and she wheeled it over to the end of the table where nurse, Doctor, and patient would clearly see everything was ready for the very intimate and painful procedure.

Ellen then opened the big instrument cabinet and removed the biggest fountain syringe, a large bore piece of tubing, a shinny new nickel-plated lever style clamp and the polished ebonite balloon spray douche nozzle. She took these over to the sink and rinsed them with steaming hot water so they would be ready for service after the hymenectomy. She took extra care in threading all the douche accessories together to be sure there would be no leaks. Beverly did not like leaks during procedures. The smell of warm rubber clashed with the medicinal smell of the room.

Out in the waiting room her niece was waiting patiently reading a magazine when in came Mrs. Spallow and a very reluctant looking daughter. Cindy could not help but notice the genetic resemblance between mother and daughter. Both were short, blonde, and well rounded in all the right spots. Trisha sat down in a big armchair while her mother went over to check in with the receptionist. All Trisha heard was, "Thank you Mrs. Spallow, the room is almost ready and they should be calling your daughter back very shortly."

With that, Mrs. Spallow took a seat in the chair beside her daughter. Trisha was clearly nervous and kept crossing and uncrossing her shapely legs causing her short skirt to hike up her thighs until the bottom edges of her panty girdle began to show. She made no effort to pull the skirt down, as no males were present.

After a few minutes, Nurse Ellen appeared at the door and called out for Trisha Spallow to come back with her. The very shapely blonde reluctantly stood up, pulled the tight skirt down, and slowly walked the few paces to the door where Ellen stood in her crisp white starched uniform. The pointy circle-stitched cups of her new bullet bra really made the starched white uniform look both sexy and professional at the same time. Together they walked down the hall past several exam rooms to the last door labeled Minor Surgery. It was so quiet that one could hear the nylon of their long leg panty girdled thighs rasping together with each step. Here they entered and once inside, Ellen directed her patient to the undressing area behind the portable privacy screen at the corner of the room.

"This is the same routine as during any of your past visits, just remove all your clothes and place them on the chair. Then put the gown on and step over the surgical table while I get it adjusted for you." Ellen said to the voluptuously shaped young woman. Most females her age would be out of the house and on their own by this time but Mrs. Spallow babied her daughter excessively and still made all her medical appointments.

Ellen stepped over to the big office style surgical table and began adjusting the stirrups for a short shapely body, the noise of the adjusting combined with the sounds from behind the privacy divider as Trisha slowly stripped her clothing from her firm body. Her ample bosom with their puffy pink nipples instantly became stiff in the cool air of the room. She knew from experiences that the erectile tissue of her nipples would not relax easily and would be clearly visible to anyone through the thin silky material of the short gown. Finally, she pulled down the side zipper of her satiny panty girdle and pulled it down and off her shapely legs adding it to the pile of now useless clothing on the chair. She had shaven her pubic hair last evening as that was part of the prep work that Dr. Dawson had requested be done.

After she had shaved herself bare as a newborn baby, her mother came in to check the job and pronounced it well done. Mrs. Spallow had also administered several cleansing enemas to her daughter as Dr. Dawson had requested. Trisha did not like having to kneel on the thick soft bath mat as her mother injected her bowel with the big adult bulb syringe. Trisha was more than old enough to administer her own enemas but her mother would not have it any other way. Trisha picked up the cream-colored gossamer gown and put it on. She noticed the open back did little to cover her bulbous hips and the bottom hem came only to the middle of her thighs. Her erect nipples clearly showed through the thin material as before. With almost no sag to her firm bosom, her jutting breast flesh put on quite a visual display. Nevertheless, she was more worried about what did not show in that, most intimate and secret cleft between her legs. All too soon, it would be spread wide open beyond her control. But there was absolutely nothing she could do so she reluctantly walked slowly from behind the green colored curtain material to seen Nurse Ellen standing beside the end of the table.

Ellen spoke quietly to the traumatized looking patient, "Just sit between the stirrups and I will check your blood pressure."

Having her blood pressure taken was just a precursor event to help try to relax a patient. Trisha sat there and quickly noticed the big hypodermic syringe realizing it was meant for her crotch. The shinny chrome speculum did not slip past her watchful glance either. Her friends had told her many stories of the obscene spreading sensations as the standard pelvic exam tool was inserted and opened in their tight orifices.

When done with the blood pressure, Ellen asked, "Did you receive several cleansing enemas last night to clean your bowel?"

"Yes," she quickly replied hoping she would not have to have anything else stuffed up her tight little bottom. Last even was still fresh in her mind. Mother had started with the bulb syringe and finished with the big fountain syringe. The fountain syringe was equipped with a long bent douche nozzle. Her mother has informed her during the enema, "Trisha, after tomorrow, you will be able to use a nozzle just like this one to douche with."

Trisha was brought back to the present when Ellen said, "Well that saves us some trouble this morning, but I will be giving you a light sedative enema to help relax you. So now, lie back and place your feet into the stirrups just as you have done before. "

Trisha laid back and with the help of Ellen had her feet in the stirrups. Much to her surprise straps were placed across the top of her feet to insure she did not remove them until need be. Next, the stirrups were spread wide apart causing her legs to spread apart revealing her freshly shaven crotch to the eyes of Nurse Ellen. A wide leather strap was placed across her well-tanned tummy just below her firm pointy bosom only accenting the twin mounds of mammary flesh. Ellen could not help but notice again the excellent development of the chest area. Any female would be proud to display such a fine pair of boobs. Next, Ellen stepped over to the sink and picked up the glass piston syringe and rubber catheter she had just filled with warm oil laced with a mild sedative. She stepped back over the end of the table and said, "Just a little injection deep into your bowel to help relax you. I will slip the tube way up inside you, then inject the medicine. You may feel slight warmth but no pain at all."

With that Trisha watched the syringe filled hands of the nurse drop out of sight between her wide spread legs and felt the rubber tube slip easily into her backside. Experienced gloved hands then pushed 8 inches of tube slowly and deliberately into her patient occasionally injecting a bit of the oily mixture to further the intrusion of the tube. Finally, it was full depth where the lower bowel would absorb the more drug quickly and she expertly depressed the plunger of the syringe watching the piston slowly push the contents into the helpless young woman. Trisha felt slight warmth spreading deep in her belly but did not complain since she had been told what to expect. Trisha then felt somewhat relieved as the tube was slowly pulled from her bottom. Ellen knew that three ounces of thick oily medication would not cause any serious bowel distress during the next hour or so.

Ellen pulled the big overhead projector lamp down from the ceiling and turned on its blinding white light to focus it on the crotch area. This made Trisha nervous as she began to fidget a bit. Ellen noticed and leaving the light focused on the tender pink slit, she placed the green surgery drape from stirrup to stirrup with special clips and then folded it back over Trisha's thighs and legs letting it come to rest just below her big titties. This was standard procedure to help keep patients relaxed during such delicate procedures by making sure they did not see what was happening. Next, some cotton swabs were soaked in disinfectant and swabbed all over the pubic mound area insuring no germs were in the field of operation. The disinfectant was cold. When it penetrated the freshly shaven hair follicles it burned a bit but this was normal causing only slight discomfort.

Trisha felt her puffy labia being pulled apart and more cotton swabs were used to clean the folds of her sensitive external labia. Then her internal labia were separated revealing all of her internal secrets. More cotton swabs were rubbed across her urethral meatus and the tight slit of her vaginal opening. With some expert spreading of the inner labia enough tension was placed on the pundendal flesh to allow the vagina to open up revealing the perfect funnel shaped introitus, which ended with the tight membrane, which was the salient point of today's visit. Trisha felt the cotton swab rubbed all around in her introitus to insure no germs would be present. Ellen used one last cotton swab to clean the hood of the well-developed clitoris. Ellen pulled the hood as far back as she could to insure a thorough job being sure to rub briskly on the sensitive nerve bud. Trisha found this to be slightly painful but was able to deal with the minor abrasion to her sensitive tissues.

Suddenly the door of the room opened and in walked Dr. Dawson happy to see her favorite patient all prepped and ready for the surgery Beverly longed to do on younger women. Far better to be deflowered by the able medical professional than some male's rock hard unlubricated penis. Many times in the past she had no other choice but to do minor surgical repairs on torn vaginal openings. Surgical assisted hymen removal was always much safer and later, more rewarding though many of the patients did not see it that way.

Beverly immediately walked over to the table beside the lovely patient and said, "Good morning Trisha, it is nice to see you all prepped and ready to go this morning. Now that Ellen has you all ready, I will continue with the procedure." Beverly noticed the very large nipples through the thin material and knew that in the not to distant future some guy would certainly enjoy sucking then into a rock hard rubbery condition.

Turning to Ellen she said, "Now that things are ready in here, I need you to start the preparations in Room #1 being sure to give her an enema to make sure the bowel is clear enough for a rectal exam as usual. If I need you to help me with Trisha, I will call you on the intercom."

With that, Ellen went to the waiting room to take her niece back to Room # 1. Meanwhile, Beverly set to work enjoying every little moment of her very well choreographed procedure. First, she put on her gloves with a very loud snapping action. The patient could not see what was happening but could certainly hear. This was followed by a last minute exam of the presented parts by pulling the still sensitive labia apart revealing the intact hymen. Then she picked up the big piston syringe and the Novocain vial and expertly stuck the long needle into the nerve-numbing drug. She stood up and walked around to where Trisha could see what was happening. It was always interesting to observe the patients faces as they watched the numbing drug slowly follow the piston back into the barrel of the syringe. It was quite intimidating to completely fill the syringe barrel so the patient would anticipate all that medication being injected into their most sensitive pubic area.

Beverly calmly repeated her standard presentation under such situations. "Trisha, this is the syringe I will be using to inject Novocain into your hymen area to deaden the pain," she explained as she pulled back the piston all the way causing the clear drug to slowly fill the barrel. "This is nothing more than the same type of medication the dentist uses to numb your mouth before drilling your teeth. You might think of it as just another a trip to the dentist. There will be not one or two injections as the dentist uses but several as both sides of a larger area will need to be numbed. There will probably be some slight burning sensations but they will not last long. So just try to relax and it will all be over before you know it."

Trisha lay there in consternation and said nothing, not being able to believe that the contents of the big syringe were to be injected into her most sensitive tissues. She did not like any of the dental visits in the past when she had to have fillings. The hot burning sensation of the drug being injected almost brought her to tears. She knew today would be no different. As Beverly pulled the now full syringe from the almost empty bottle and slowly walked back to the end of the table and sat on the surgery stool. Trisha heard the slightly squeaky wheel bearings as the stool was moved up to the end of the table and dreaded what was to happen next.

Meanwhile in the room, next-door Ellen was preparing a nice hot enema for her niece as she stripped in the corner behind the privacy screen. Ellen was excited about seeing the physical development of her blood relative. She was also nervous that if Trisha became upset due to pain and screamed, that Cindy would hear and become nervous but those were chances she had to take.

As Ellen turned from the sink holding up the big 4 quart pumpkin bag syringe, Cindy came out from the privacy screen her perky bust pushing forward on the thin material of the gown and her shapely thighs and legs a tribute to family genetics. All the women in the family had showgirl legs and thighs and Cindy was no exception. They would be exquisite when strapped into the stirrups. Beverly would enjoy Cindy for sure. Even if she did not have the ample bust development of the slightly older Spallow girl, a great set of legs was still a nice attribute.

Ellen said to Cindy, "Just sit between the stirrups of the exam table and lie back. Pull your knees back towards your chest while I adjust the stirrups for the most comfortable position for the enema procedure." As the teen pulled her legs back into a position almost as if she was going to be diapered, Ellen expertly adjusted the height of the stirrup rods for her shapely niece. The feminine parts of the niece were clearly visible and appeared to be quite well shaped as there was still very little pubic hair to cover the sensual area. Before Cindy could even think about it her, feet were being spread apart and her heels being placed into the cold stainless steel devices for the first time ever. Ellen then began to spread the stirrups but only a little, just enough to cause the ample buttocks of her niece to spread slightly. That was just enough fore the enema procedure but not enough for the exam to follow. She did not want to traumatize Cindy if possible.

Just at that moment Ellen and Cindy heard a faint girls voice from the room next door in a very distressed tone, "Please Doctor, Stop, It hurts so bad I can hardly stand it. OHH please make it stop I just want it to stop."

A few moments later the intercom in room #1 blared,"Nurse, would you please come here and help me get this patient anesthetized as soon as possible." Ellen knew it would be a few minutes before Beverly would be done injecting Trisha so she quickly got a suppository, inserted it into the tight backside of her niece, and said, "This will help you to have a bowel movement a bit later after I give the enema. Just relax until I return." Ellen quickly left leaving Cindy to experience the cold suppository melting in her sensitive rectum.

Ellen arrived in the Surgery to find Beverly with the big gage needle aimed at the 3 o'clock position just outside of the virginal vaginal opening. She knew from experience and observation that the first one had already been given at the 1 o'clock position, There was a wheal of drug at that point with a couple of drops of blood in the puffy middle of the injection site.

"Please try to comfort Trisha so I can get on with this procedure, she is having difficulty with the pain of the Novocain." Ellen knew what to do, went to the side of the patient, grasped her sweaty hand, and held it tightly.

She spoke to the terrified patient slowly trying to ease her mind saying, "Trisha, I know it hurts some women more than others when this done but you have to be tough. It will be over with soon so just bear with the stinging until it is over with."

Trisha felt the sharp bite as the needle was plunged beneath the skin and then again came the burning sensation as Beverly slowly injected a couple of cc's of medication raising the wheal. She then plunged the needle deeper and injected 4 cc's to insure no pain for a few minutes of surgery. Trisha grimaced each time from the bee-sting sensations as the plunger was pushed and gripped Ellen's hand harder and harder while strapped in like a prisoner unable to escape. Trisha now knew that the bladder catheterization and rectal exam with the vaginal speculum she had undergone two weeks earlier was nothing compared to today's procedure. Each time the drug was injected if felt like a hundred bee stings all at once to her.

Beverly withdrew the long needle and reported. "Two done and four to go." Before she proceeded, she massaged the areas just injected with a warm thermal vibrator to help spread the numbing agent deeper and quicker into the surrounding tissues. Beverly was sure to not inject too much of the numbing drug so that Trisha would feel the full effect of the speculum that would soon spread open the vaginal cavity for the first time with the accompanying obscene sensations she would not soon forget. All too soon, Beverly again picked up the syringe, aimed it at the 5 o'clock position, and stuck the needle in just far enough to do the wheal injection. Trisha felt the sharp stabbing sensation and the immediate burning spit into her tender flesh causing her to let out a low groan.

Ellen calmly said to her desperate patient, "Just remember that this is better than having to have a severely torn vaginal opening and a possible long term infection. Besides, if that were to happen you still would have to have the numbing injections before the stitches were placed and then having them removed would almost as painful so it is better to get this all over with right now."

This did little to comfort the traumatized patient as she felt the fourth stab of the needle on her right side this time. This time the pain overload was too great and Trisha began to cry feeling helpless, as the stinging sensations seemed to never go away.

Ellen helped her endure the last two injections before letting go of the cold sweaty hand. Finally, Beverly again used the transdermal vibrator to warm the injection sites and gently massage the flesh to assist in the diffusion of the drug. Trisha could feel some minor pushing and probing, as the tiny hand held tool was run over the sites. Beverly made sure to allow it to slip upwards and make some slight contact with the clitoral hood. In spite of the recent pain, Trisha felt the high frequency warm vibrations sensations touch her still very sensitive clitoris. The sensation was pleasant and she felt an electrical shock spread through her pelvis and up into her big titties.

Finally, Beverly stood up still holding the miniature vibrator in one hand and the now empty syringe in her other hand and walked past the head of the table making sure Trisha could see the empty syringe barrel. As she passed she said, "Now that the worst part is over with, you canal rest for a few minutes while the drug spreads throughout the virginal vaginal orifice area. Then I will use the scalpel to cut the hymen and follow that with a cleansing antiseptic douche to rinse your vagina. I will follow up with an internal pelvic exam using a speculum to insure a complete exam. If any bleeding still remains, it may need to be cauterized."

Ellen was excused to attend to Cindy as Beverly went over to the sink and began running water preparing the temperature for the very warm medicated douche. Beverly was pleased with the excellent preparations by her nurse as the open top bag was hanging at the correct level for easy filling with the stainless steel pitcher. With the bag half full, Beverly opened the lever style clamp with a metallic click that echoed through the small room allowing the solution to flush any air from the tubing and to warm the nozzle. A warm douche nozzle always felt better to a patient when inserted deeply into the vagina for the first time. Trisha could not see but could hear the clamp noise and also noted the smell of very warm rubber filling the small room. Her first douche was only moments away.

Trisha had many times heard her mother in the bathroom through the wall using her douche equipment. The metallic noise of the clamp, the clinking of the hard rubber nozzle on the tiles of the sink, the running of the water in the sink and the dribbling in the toilet like mother was taking a very lengthily pee were quite familiar to the girl. She was now well aware of the numb sensation as it had spread through the injected area leaving her immune to pain but still able to feel some pressure but little else. She hoped it was over with quickly.

Beverly slowly wheeled the irrigation stand with the swollen syringe bag over to the patient allowing Trisha a good look as she passed by the head of the table. She positioned the stand on the right side of the table right next to the upraised left foot almost touching her skin. Trisha could feel the heat from the warm rubber bag. Beverly purposefully left it is a position so the girl could watch it slowly shrink during the upcoming douche. Beverly now sat down and pushed against the tight membrane with her gloved finger testing the resiliency of the flesh just one more time. She then reached over and slipped the guard off the scalpel. She held the introitus open a bit wider with her left thumb and forefinger and expertly made a vertical midline cut from top to bottom through the tough barrier. She followed with smaller horizontal cuts to either side since this hymen was one of the thickest she had ever cut with a scalpel. She pulled the scalpel away from the four little pie shaped pieces of flesh as a small amount of blood oozed from the freshly severed hymen.

Beverly set the scalpel down and announced, "Trisha you are now a woman without a hymen problem any more. Tampons and douche nozzles will be as easy as eating or drinking. The four pieces of flesh will slowly shrink over time until they are hardly noticeable. Shortly you will feel the douche nozzle enter your vagina and then a warm sensation will spread through your pelvic area as the solution washes away any bacteria which could cause infection. It may feel strange at first but you will get used to it."

With that, Dr. Dawson expertly uncoiled the hose and aimed the big balloon spray nozzle at the center of the fresh cut membrane and slowly pushed and twisted past the quartered opening. Once the bulbous tip was past the hymen remnants, she opened the lever on the hose and began the feminine irrigation process on Trisha. The solution helped to lubricate the entry of the nozzle into the virginal vaginal canal, as it was shoved ever deeper into the teen.

Trisha immediately felt the internal warmth spitting from the nozzle, as she had never felt before. Only the external end of her vaginal canal was numbed. She could feel that thing slipping right up inside her almost as if it were a penis. Before she knew it, Beverly was using a slow in and out motion on the nozzle to help clean the vaginal folds each time pushing a bit deeper. Soon, Trisha felt the balloon spray bumping gently into her cervix and with an angle change by the doctor; she felt the nozzle penetrate even farther up into the very deepest depths of her vagina. She had no idea that something could penetrate her so deeply without pain.

Then Beverly stood up and said, "Trisha, I will now squeeze your labia together to allow your vagina to fill and balloon outwards expanding the tissues for a very good cleansing. You will feel some pressure but do not worry."

Trisha had no choice but to lay there as she felt some pressure at her labia followed by a heated swelling deep in her belly. She was expanding internally just as Dr. Dawson had planned. Suddenly she felt the pressure go away as the lips were released and a gush of solution flowed out over her buttocks into the catch basin just below. It felt like a warm flood had escaped her pelvis. Again, Dr. Dawson clamped her labia shut on the stem of the deeply inserted douche causing a repeat internal pelvic expansion. She could almost see the flat belly of the pretty patient swell as the several ounces of solution flooded into the vaginal canal.

The later outflows were greater in volume. As she looked up at the bag, Beverly realized that the next internal flush would be the last one as wrinkles indicated little solution remaining. Trisha also noticed the bag was almost empty and knew the speculum would be next. Trisha lay there passively since it did not hurt and endured the last vaginal swelling before she felt the nozzle pulled from her orifice. She felt the table tilt up a bit, which caused her vagina to drain more quickly into the catch basin just below her shapely buttocks.

Beverly picked up the tube of lubricating jelly and rubbed a big dollop of the clear substance all over the vaginal opening, which the teen hardly felt. She also lubed the blades of the speculum to insure no friction of the delicate fresh cut tissues.

"Trisha, I am now going to insert the speculum into your body and open it to examine you internally. You will feel some pressure and some expanding sensations as it is opened up."

With that Beverly touched the well polished average size speculum past the now open hymen and pushed it full depth into Trisha causing her to inhale deeply from the initial shocking invasion of the specialized medical instrument. This reaction was not unexpected as many females reacted the same way. Beverly twisted the device into position and then turned the thumbscrew causing the blades to slowly open revealing the pinkish interior all the way to the fat little cervix. Careful examination revealed the opening in the cervix was slightly red and irritated like there was a slight infection from menstrual material remaining in contact too long due to the lack of a proper opening in her hymen. Trisha did have a regular period but the flow was so restricted that it lasted 7 to 8 days instead of the usual 5 days. This condition sometimes caused uterine infections when menstrual tissue could not be removed quickly enough from the vagina.

Beverly noted that the rest of the vaginal vault appeared to be in fine condition. She slowly relaxed the speculum blades before pulling the instrument from the hapless teen. By now the bleeding had stopped but the tissue could still become infected so she made special cotton -gauze tampon to fit right at the hymen area. She covered it in an antibiotic solution and inserted it. She released her grip on the labia and they easily closed over the white plug. Beverly removed the drape and untied the foot holding straps and the strap across Trish's belly. "You may get up now and put your clothes back on."

Trisha slowly sat up, stepped off the surgical table, and went behind the screen to clothe her freshly deflowered body. She noticed there was a numb sensation between her legs as she walked to the privacy screen.

Beverly began to write notes about the minor surgical procedure and her observations about the possible uterine infection. She would discuss this with Trisha's mother before they left the office. Trisha dressed quickly being sure to feel her pubic area to make sure everything was OK. She detected something just inside the entrance to her vagina but did not ask. She finished dressing and stepped back into the room where Beverly was waiting to escort her out to the waiting room and her mother.

Beverly and Trisha stepped into the waiting room to find Mrs. Spallow waiting patiently for news about her daughter. She seemed happy to see her daughter and was curious as to how the procedure to deflower her virgin daughter had gone. Mrs. Spallow also noticed a not to happy look on her daughter's face, not unlike the one from two weeks previous when her bladder and bowel had been examined.

"Step into my office if you will Mrs. Spallow", Beverly said to the attentive parent. The three of them were soon settled down in the pleasant surroundings of Dr. Dawson's private office. Trisha knew this was not good as each time they went in for a special meeting; something bad seemed to happen to her a few days later.

"To begin with," she said to Mrs. Spallow, "The hymenectomy went rather well. There will be some tenderness for a few days but that will dissipate, as she will heal quickly. Trisha has a small cotton packing to soak up any blood, which should be removed this evening. At that time, you will need to rinse her external vaginal opening with a weak solution of peroxide to kill any germs. Continue the external irrigations for the next five days. Make an appointment to return for a follow-up visit a week from today. That is when I want o check Trisha for the healing and for the possible uterine infection I noted during the internal pelvic exam."

Mrs. Spallow was in shock along with poor Trisha. The mother immediately responded, "What is the possible uterine infection situation and what can be done to correct it?"

"I observed a possible sign of uterine infection at the opening of her cervix which may clear up now that she has a proper vaginal opening and drainage. This will let secretions drain away as they should. This could be the source of some of her recurring pelvic pain, which has been hard to pin down for the last several years. It is a common situation in young women with tight hymens in particular. I gave her a rather large volume medicated douche right after the incision was made and that alone may solve the problem. I will know in a week if there is need to worry." Dr. Dawson tried to make her patient and mother at ease with the present situation.

Mrs. Spallow immediately inquired as to the treatment for a uterine infection, "What will need to be done if Trisha has a uterine infection?"

Beverly replied, "Sometimes antibiotics can clear it up quite nicely but if it is not responding quickly to medication, then accepted procedure is to administer a uterine irrigation by inserting a special two way nozzle through the cervix and rinsing out the uterus."

Trisha was more traumatized by the moment and blurted out, "Will it hurt?" She still needed to recover mentally from the painful experience she had just undergone.

Dr. Dawson explained, "It is a rather simple procedure where a speculum is used to open the vagina exposing the cervix. Then a series of anesthetic injections are given directly into the cervix so it can be dilated enough for the nozzle to pass. Once the nozzle is inserted, the patient will feel some internal warmth and pressure as the irrigation is performed."

"If Trisha does not have an infection next week, then what?'" asked the concerned mother.

Dr. Dawson replied, "Hopefully, Trisha will be just fine and if so, it will be time to begin her feminine hygiene training. Remember that you spoke to me two months back about teaching her how to properly use a feminine syringe to give herself a douche."

With a now voice that is more pleasant and a smile on her face, Mrs. Spallow replied, "Why yes, that sounds like a perfect situation for a change. It is about time my young adult daughter learns all the intimate details of how to properly douche herself. Becoming a woman is a big responsibility and proper douching is very important. I would hate for Trisha to get an infection from some guy just because she did not have proper training and access to her own personal syringe."

Mrs. Spallow remembered back to last summer when her best friend at work had a traumatic experience with her daughter. Her friend had confided that the daughter was having sexual relations with a boy and the result was a rather nasty vaginal infection because the boy had not worn a rubber. Her daughter did not have a syringe and was afraid to get help until the infection was causing a copious discharge. After several trips to the doctor and medicated douches three times a day, the infection was cured. Her daughter matured quickly in those few weeks learning more about douching than she wanted to but should have known before getting involved with the boy.

With that, Beverly turned around in her big leather chair, opened a file cabinet drawer, and pulled several items from it. She pushed them across the desk towards mother and daughter and said, "Here are several pieces of literature regarding the proper and safe methods of douching. You will notice that the choices of equipment are many and the positions are varied. Douching is not an exact science but these publications will help you sort out the details and you can make the decisions regarding your daughter. I suggest the two of you read the material before the next appointment so we can decide what is best for Trisha right now and in the future as she becomes more mature."

Trisha's mind began to wander quickly knowing that she was going to be trained in douche technique. She knew that nozzles would be stuck deep inside her belly and that part of the time she would be the one inserting the nozzle as others watched to make she was following the correct technique. Growing up into a woman was not an easy thing but it had to be done and she was also a bit curious. She could hardly wait to get home and take the books up to her room to read again and again lest she miss something important the first time through.

Some of Trisha's friends had reported that douching was a very sensual experience. Others commented about how they used their personal syringes at every opportunity that they could to help relieve constant sexual cravings. One friend claimed that the bigger her titties and hips became; the more she liked to douche. Her mother did not seem to mind if she douched while living at home. Her brother was curious about the bright red syringe outfit that had suddenly appeared in the bathroom He was always trying to figure out a way to catch her in the act with the nozzle inserted full depth in her crotch. The first time was an accident when he had arrived home from high school and burst into the bathroom without bothering to knock. She usually locked the door but in her hurry, had forgot to lock the door. Two wrongs did not make it right.

She was speechless as she sat on the toilet her legs spread wide about to insert the big bent nozzle into her vagina. Her left hand was holding her labia wide open and her right hand held the big nozzle only an inch away from the feminine opening leaving no doubt about exactly where it was about to be inserted. The swollen red bag hung above the toilet tank just above her head from the towel hook. Fortunately, she had left her bullet bra on as she was only going to douche and not take a bath afterwards. Her nipples were already swollen just from the preparation procedures and apprehending the exquisite pleasure of douching only moments in the future. Sometimes she enjoyed douching with her bra removed just to look at her swollen nipples stick out farther than they ever had in the past. Her brother stood there spellbound for a few seconds trying to comprehend what he was seeing and should never have seen. She yelled at him to leave and not come back until she was done. A few weeks later she thought she heard him outside the door listening to the very personal abulitions as she flushed herself with a gush: the volume of water dripping into the toilet was much more that a simple bladder emptying of urine.

As the weather warmed up that spring, it was common practice to leave the bathroom window open to allow cool air into the home during the evening hours. One hot spring evening she was quite naked taking a lengthily after period douche on her back in the bathtub. She heard a rustling noise coming from the window and pulled the shower curtain to block the view of anyone that might be outside looking in. Later on that evening, she found out her brother had been taking out the trash but that was in the opposite direction from the bath window. However, it was at the exact same time she was in the tub with her douche. She was sure it was him. She wondered how much he saw before she pulled the shower curtain.

Trisha stopped daydreaming and listened to the final few words by Beverly to her mother regarding the next visit. The subject matter was regarding whether Trisha should be trained with both bulb and fountain type syringes or with fountain syringes only. Some mothers were obsessive regarding this issue and Beverly wanted to know for sure how to prepare the training laboratory. Mrs. Spallow was easy to please and decided upon having her daughter trained in the use of both types of feminine hygiene cleansing devices. The bulb syringes were a bit more difficult to use but if that was the only type of syringe available, then Trisha needed to know how to use it.

Once all the details had been taken care of, Trisha and her mother exited the office and Beverly called her receptionist to take a message, Terriann, "Would you make sure that the Miss Spallow is scheduled in the Irrigation Training Room during her next visit one week from today." Beverly then turned on the secret camera in the room where Ellen was prepping Cindy for her pelvic exam. As the screen came to life, she noticed the exam table empty and as she panned the camera to check the rest of the room, she saw the potty room door open and out came the very pretty patient in the too short exam gown. By the looks of the now empty syringe bag, the good-looking relative of her nurse had completed the cleansing enemas and was ready to be examined.