I walked into the office for my four o'clock appointment. The

receptionist welcomed me warmly.

"Hello, Ms. Kingston. Just have a seat in the waiting area, and the

nurse will call you in soon." She said politely.

I gave her a short nod and wan smile. I sat in one of the uncomfortable

plastic chairs that were common to all doctors offices. As I thumbed

through a magazine, my heart raced. I hate doctors, you see. However, I

also know that it's important to have regular check ups. I just turned

sixteen, so I knew that I had to start having regular pelvic exams soon.

My mom had been nagging me about tagging along, but I set her straight.

It was bad enough having some woman I barely knew on a personal level

looking down there, let alone my mother. It wasn't that I didn't trust

Dr. Nicola Abernathy, but this was a level of trust I just wasn't ready

to explore publicly. After a few short minutes, a nurse walked out from

down the hallway and picked up my chart. She was pretty, about twenty

five years old, blonde, blue eyes. She looked sympathetic enough. Before

long, she called my name.

"Claire Kingston." The nurse called.

I stood up from the chair and walked across the room. She gave me a

brief smile before turning and leading me down the hallway. We walked a

few paces before stopping at a door on the left. The nurse opened it for

me and allowed me to step into the room before following me and closing

the door. She motioned for me to sit up on the examination table as she

sat at the counter opposite and looked through my chart. The room was

cold, sterile, and sparsely decorated. After a few seconds, the nurse

looked over at me.

"Hello Claire. I'm nurse Amanda Warren How are you today?" She asked.

"I'm fine. Where's nurse Dixon?" I inquired.

"Nurse Dixon has taken a two week leave of absence. I'm afraid that Dr

.Abernathy is ill. Dr. Winslow is filling in for her. Don't worry, he's

very amicable, caring, sensitive, and gentle. He'll do all he can to

make sure that you're comfortable. You're in very good hands." Amanda

said.

"He?" I deadpanned.

"Yes, Dr. Winslow is a male physician. Is that a problem?" Amanda

queried concernedly.

My head was spinning. A male doctor? I was uncomfortable enough having

Dr. .Abernathy examine me, and knowing what was in store...

"No, I just, it's..." I stuttered.

"If you'd feel more comfortable, I can be present in the room during

your examination, or you can re-schedule your appointment for when Dr.

Abernaty returns." Amanda offered.

"No, it's all right, I can handle it." I said, trying to reassure myself.

I knew that if I didn't get it over with now, I may never find the nerve.

"All right. First I'll get you to change. Take everything off except

your socks and then put this gown on. I'll be back in a few minutes to

take your vitals." Amanda said, handing me a disposable paper drape.

The gown was extremely thin and left almost nothing up to the

imagination. My nipples peaked from the cold in the room, and were

extremely visible through the flimsy fabric of the gown. I tugged at it

nervously, trying to get it to at least half way down my thighs, but the

further down my legs I pulled it, the further down my chest it came, as

well. Finally I decided to leave it be. I knew that I'd have to take it

off soon, anyway. A few seconds later there was a knock at the door.

"Are you decent?" She called.

"Yeah." I replied.

The nurse re-entered the room. She closed the door with a click and

walked over to where I sat. I was still contemplating her offer of

staying in the room while I was examined, but declined. I didn't need

her to hold my hand through it. I was going to get through on my own.

Besides, if Dr. Winslow was as nice as she had suggested, then maybe it

wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, right. I thought sarcastically. The sound of

Amanda's voice snapped me back down to Earth.

"First I'll ask you some questions, and then I'll get your height and

weight, as well as your vitals and a urine sample." Amanda said.

I nodded in response.

"How old are you now, Claire?" She inquired.

"Sixteen." I replied.

"Have you ever had a pelvic examination before?" She asked.

"No." I said.

"When was the last time you menstruated?" She continued.

"It ended last Friday, so six days ago." I answered.

"How are your periods. Are they regular? How long are your cycles? Do

you have much cramping, heavy bleeding, PMS." She listed.

"They're regular, and my cycles are normal, about every twenty eight

days or so. I get cramps sometimes, my bleeding is usually light, and I

have mild PMS. At least I think I do. There are a few people who could

argue that point." I explained.

"Okay, have you ever engaged in sexual intercourse before?" The nurse

asked.

"No." I replied quickly.

"Okay, that about wraps it up for the questions, there are a few things

that Dr. Winslow may want to ask when he comes in to examine you,

though. Come on, now, just hop off the table and come over to the scale

for me. I'll get your height and weight measurements first." Amanda

explained.

I nodded and slipped off of the examination table. The tile floor was

cold against my bare feet. I stepped onto the scale and nurse Warren

fiddled with the weights for a few seconds before managing to balance

them perfectly.

"One hundred and fifteen pounds. Okay, now turn around and I'll get your

height measurements." She instructed.

I did so and she pulled out the bar and rested it on the top of my head.

After writing down her measurements in my chart, she put the bar back

and looked up at me.

"Five foot seven. Excellent height/weight ratio. Now, I'll get you to

take this and go into the bathroom right across the hall and get me a

urine sample. Bring it back in here when you're finished." She said,

handing me a plastic cup.

Across the hall? That meant I had to let other people see me in this

gown! I decided just to get it over with quickly. I opened the door to

the exam room and quickly dashed into the room adjacent to it. After

closing the door I turned around and walked over to the toilet. I

managed to get a sample without getting urine all over my hands. After

washing my hands thoroughly I wiped off the container and grabbed it

before heading back to the exam room. Once I got inside again, I handed

the container to the nurse and went back to sit up on the examination

table. Nurse Amanda brought my chart over and put it down on the table

beside me before looking up.

"Okay, Claire, now I'm going to check your vitals. Let's start with you

temperature. Open your mouth and keep this under your tongue for a few

minutes." She ordered.

I held the thermometer in my mouth. After about three minutes, the nurse

removed it and looked at the reading. After writing it down in my chart

she looked back up at me.

"Hmm, One hundred and one point two. It's slightly elevated. Now I'll

take your pulse, respirations, and blood pressure. Just relax and I'll

be done quickly." Nurse Amanda smiled.

I took a few deep, cleansing, calming breaths before nurse Amanda took

my wrist. She counted my pulse for a few seconds. My vitals were

skyrocketing. I was extremely nervous about being examined by a male

physician. A few seconds later, the tightness of the now fully inflated

blood pressure cuff around my arm snapped me out of my reverie. She had

her stethoscope over my artery, listening for the pulse. After a few

seconds, she deflated the cuff and replaced the sphygmomanometer to it's

proper place. She then wrote all my vitals down in my chart. Nurse

Amanda looked up at me sympathetically.

"Well, your pulse is a little fast at eighty, and your respirations are

quick and shallow at twenty five. Your diastolic blood pressure is

normal at seventy, but your systolic is a little high at one hundred and

forty seven. You're nervous, aren't you?" The nurse asked concernedly.

"Yes. I've just never like doctors I mean, it's nothing personal. I

guess I just have a pretty bad case of white coat." I admitted.

"That's perfectly normal. Well, I'm done here. I'll go tell the doctor

that you're ready for him. He might want do draw some blood later on, so

be prepared for that, and he'll probably be checking your vitals again.

Good luck and see you later." Nurse Amanda said.

"Bye." I replied.

Draw some blood? I hate needles! This was not going the way I had

planned it to at all. I sat there, panicking to myself for a few minutes

before I heard a gentle knock on the door. It was now or never, this was

the moment of truth. A couple of seconds later, the door opened and the

doctor walked in. The first thing that popped into my head was: my God

is he ever handsome! Six foot four, about a hundred and ninety pounds,

and looked about twenty seven years old. He was lean and muscular. His

hands were large, but looked exquisitely gentle. He had mahogany hair,

and vivid, electric blue eyes. He looked me over appraisingly and smiled

patronisingly. Only then had I realised I was swinging my legs over the

edge of the examination table. I was naturally fidgety, it was a nervous

habit. The doctor poured over my chart for a moment before looking up at

he and reaching his hand out to shake mine. His grip was firm, but

gentle. He smiled broadly as he introduced himself.

"Hello, Claire, I'm Dr. Mark Winslow." He said.

He was British! His voice was deep and sexy, each word sliding silkily

over the last. It sent a shiver up my spine. It was a turn on all on

it's own. I had to bite my tongue to keep from jumping him right there

and then. I took a deep, steadying breath before speaking.

"Hi." I replied.

"How are you today?" Dr. Winslow inquired.

"Fine, thanks." I answered.

For a few minutes he asked me questions about just life in general, how

school was going and things like that. I was becoming more comfortable

with him by the second. Maybe this wasn't going to be all too horrible

after all. My vitals were coming down a bit as he put me at ease.

"All right, Claire. I've looked over the notes nurse Warren left for me.

It seems that your vital signs are all slightly elevated. Are you

nervous at all?" He asked kindly.

"Y-yes." I stammered.

"Do you want to tell me why?" He continued softly.

"Well, it's just that this is my first pelvic exam, and I was expecting

Dr. .Abernathy to be here, and I just don't know what to expect." I said

nervously, now on the verge of tears.

"It's all right, I understand. I assure you that there is nothing to

worry about. If you want then I can call nurse Warren back in here to be

with you during your examination." Dr. Winslow suggested.

"No, it's okay. I want to do this by myself." I replied.

"That's fine, too. As for the examination, there's nothing to be nervous

about there, either. I see girls like you all the time, and truth be

told the exam usually isn't as bad as any of them had imagined. I

promise to explain everything to you as I go along, okay?" Dr. Winslow

asked sympathetically.

All I managed to do was nod my head. He smiled at me again, showing his

teeth slightly. His smile was perfect. His teeth were all incredibly

straight, and pearly white. I found myself running my tongue over my

teeth to make sure my smile glistened, like his.

"All right. I want to draw some blood later, just as a precaution. I'll

also check your vitals again once you've had the chance to get a little

more comfortable with this situation. Did nurse Warren take your

temperature orally?" He said.

"Yes, why?" I asked unsurely.

"Your temperature is elevated, as well, and if she took it orally it

might be slightly inaccurate. You're young and in good health, so it's

not too worrisome, but still, I'd like to take it rectally a little bit

further into the examination." Dr. Winslow explained.

Rectally?! My jaw almost hit the floor. Normally there would have been

no way I would have let anyone stick something up my chocolate highway,

or any of my orifices for that matter, but there was just something

about Dr. Winslow that comforted me, and led me to trust him. I sighed

and nodded my head in agreement.

"Right. I'll be starting the examination in a few minutes. I want you to

be totally honest with me. If something hurts or feels uncomfortable, I

want you to let me know, it may be important. If you have a question,

ask it. I want to be here for you one hundred percent. How's that

sound?" Dr. Winslow asked softly.

"Perfect." I deadpanned, still nervous.

"Great. First I want to look in your eyes, ears, nose, and throat. I'll

be shining a light in your eyes, and I want you to just look straight

ahead at me. Are you ready?" Dr. Winslow elaborated.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I sighed.

He turned on the light and rested his left hand on my right shoulder. A

little startled by the touch, I jumped. He immediately pulled his hand

away and spoke.

"I'm sorry, did I startle you? It's just more comfortable for me that

way, and more reassuring for you. Is that all right?" He said

apologetically.

I shrugged. I didn't mind, really, I just hadn't been expecting it.

Again, Dr. Winslow turned on the light and put his hand on my shoulder.

He prompted me to look straight ahead, and I did so. It took him a

minute or two to finish the eye exam, and as he put the light away I

blinked furiously to allow my eyes to re-adjust to the room lights. Dr.

Winslow reappeared in my line of vision with an otoscope.

"All right, now I'm going to look in your ears and your nose." He stated.

I was about to turn my head to the left, but then felt his hand on my

chin, carefully pulling my face toward the other direction. I decided to

just let my muscles slack and let him carry on with the examination. It

was then that I noted his hands were cool. It was a comforting, relaxing

sensation against my burning skin. I was enjoying his touch, and found

myself slightly looking forward to having his hands where the sun don't

shine, touching me, probing. A blush spread over my cheeks at the touch.

Oh God I hoped he didn't notice! A couple of seconds later he removed

the otoscope from my ear and moved it to my other one. After a thorough

exam there, he tilted my chin up and gently inserted the otoscope into

each of my nostrils in turn. He brought my face down when he finished so

that my eyes were level with his.

"Everything looks great so far. Now I'm going to look inside your

mouth." Dr. Winslow stated.

He reached for a tongue depressor and told me to open my mouth. I could

think of at least one thing that I'd rather have in my mouth. I noticed

myself staring at the slight cleft in his chin and averted my eyes.

"Say ah." Dr. Winslow instructed.

"Aaaaahhhhh."

"Great, everything looks perfect. You haven't had your tonsils out. Have

you ever suffered from tonsillitis?" Dr. Winslow asked, retracting the

otoscope.

"No, never." I answered.

"You're one of a very small minority. All right, now I'm going to feel

the glands in your neck. I'm going to check the pulse in your carotid

arteries, on either side of your neck to make sure it's strong and even.

I'm not going to measure the rate right now, I'll give you a little

while longer to get comfortable." Dr. Winslow explained warmly.

I nodded in understanding. Who knew that there were people, let alone

doctors, who respected peoples' feelings to this extent? Dr. Winslow was

by far the nicest person I had ever met. As I mused, I felt his gentle

hand lift my chin slightly to allow him better access to my neck. He let

his hands rest on my neck for a second, to allow me to get used to the

sensation of his touch. The feeling of his flesh against mine was like

having a live wire touch me. Dr. Winslow gently felt around my neck,

inspecting every square inch of it. I looked down and noticed him

looking at me, searching my face for any signs of pain or discomfort. He

presented himself in a friendly, professional manner, and examined me

with the cool countenance of a stoic doctor. After finishing his

probing, he laid two fingers on the pulse points on either side of my

neck, groping for the beat of my heart beneath my skin. I could feel the

beat of my own heart reflected against his fingers. It was bordering on

erotic. I could feel my love juices starting to flow. After a few

seconds, too few to count my pulse rate, I was sure, he had finished and

dropped his hands to record everything on my chart.

"Everything seems fine. I didn't count your pulse that time. Do you

think you're comfortable enough to have me take your vitals now, or

would you prefer to wait a while longer. I just want to be sure I don't

get a false positive because you're nervous or uncomfortable." Dr.

Winslow said concernedly.

"I'm fine now. Really, doctor." I assured him.

Anything to delay the pelvic exam, I thought.

"All right, first I'll check your pulse and respirations. Just relax

completely and let your body balance itself out." Dr. Winslow said.

He reached down and took hold of my left and right wrists in turn,

taking my pulse from both my radial arteries. He held on for about

thirty seconds each and then released my hands, making further notes on

the chart.

"Excellent, your pulse has come down. Seventy two and equal in both

arteries. Your respiration rate is normal at fifteen, as well. Now I'm

going to take your blood pressure. Just take a few deep breaths and

relax your arm. Rest it on my shoulder, it'll be more comfortable." Dr.

Winslow explained.

"Okay." I replied.

As he pulled out the sphygmomanometer and put the earpieces of the

stethoscope into his ears, I tried to relax. It was much easier than

before, once I had realized that a man so kind could do no harm only

good. Dr. Winslow strapped the cuff onto my arm and placed his

stethoscope over my brachial artery. He then placed my hand on his

shoulder. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were muscular. Oh how I

longed to run my hands down his chest and feel his abs! The cuff got

tighter as he pumped it up. After inflating it fully he listened for the

beat as he loosened the cuff. After a couple seconds he completely

deflated the cuff and put it away. He wrote in the chart again before

speaking.

"Wonderful! Your blood pressure has come down to normal, one hundred and

ten over seventy. It's good to know you're at ease." Dr. Winslow smiled.

"Thanks to you. You really do have a way of making patients feel at

ease." I replied, returning the smile.

"It's good to know how you feel." Dr. Winslow said.

"I feel I can trust you with anything. Normally when I see a doctor, for

anything, I'm scared and nervous, but with you I really don't mind. If

anything this is pleasant." I admitted.

"I'm glad I've made you comfortable. It was my goal, after all. Anyway,

moving on. Now I want to check the reflexes in your elbows and knees, as

well as your plantar reflex." Dr. Winslow explained, pulling out the

reflex mallet.

He gently took my left arm and straightened it before slightly flexing

my arm at the crook of my elbow. He tapped it gently with the mallet. My

arm jumped slightly. It was an odd, not exactly comfortable sensation,

but the sensation of Dr. Winslow’s firm grip on my upper arm more than

compensated for it. After finishing with my left arm he did the same

with my right. Noting his findings in the chart, he spoke.

"You have lightning quick reflexes in your elbows. Now I want you to

cross your legs so I can test the reflexes in your knees. Good, Claire."

Dr. Winslow said.

I did as I was instructed. Dr. Winslow gently tapped my knee with the

mallet, and then told me to cross my legs the other way. He did the same

with the other knee. Dr. Winslow instructed me to uncross my legs and

relax. He bent down and wrapped his hand around my right foot. Dr.

Winslow then swiftly pulled the handle of the mallet along the length of

my arch to my toes. My toes curled and I gasped.

"Sorry, I had to test your plantar reflex. It's negative." Dr. Winslow

said.

"Is that bad?" I asked, confused with medical positives and negatives.

"No, that's very good. It means you have no neurological deficit. Your

reflexes are excellent." He said, noting it in my chart.

"Oh. That's good." I laughed.

"Indeed. Okay, Claire, now I'm going to check your heart and breath

sounds. I need you to untie your gown at the back and pull it down a

bit. If you're more comfortable, for now you can keep it above the level

of your breasts. The stethoscope may be a bit cold. Just relax." Dr.

Winslow said.

I nervously untied my gown at the top in the back. I pulled it off my

shoulders and down to just above my breasts, holding it there with all

my strength. Dr. Winslow noticed my discomfort and gave me a reassuring

smile before putting he stethoscope into his ears. When he did that, I

knew what was coming, but I still gave a small start when he slipped the

disk of the stethoscope under the neck of my gown. He moved it around to

different spots on my chest, listening intently.

"All right now, Claire, I'm going to check your heartbeat a bit further

down, so I'll be brushing up against your breasts. Are you comfortable

with that?" He asked concernedly.

"Yes, doctor." I assured.

He gave a slight nod and moved the stethoscope down to between my

breasts. He brushed up against my breast ever so lightly, but the shock

it sent through my body made my clitoris swell. This man would make a

wonderful partner for any woman. He had a sexual, calming touch, most

likely unbeknownst to him. After a few more seconds of listening to what

was going on inside my chest from several different spots, he moved the

disk of the stethoscope around to my back.

"All right, Claire, I need you to take a deep breath for me. Excellent,

and again. Again. Once more. Good. Now cough for me. Great. All right,

everything is perfect." He said, pulling the stethoscope away and

hanging it around his neck.

As he noted the information in my chart, I stared down at him. He looked

sexier by the second! I felt hornier by the second. My juices were

flowing again, and I hated it because I knew what came soon. Dr. Winslow

would know that I was aroused if he stuck his fingers in my vagina, and

then it was all over. I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of

his voice.

"Claire. Claire? Claire!" He called.

"What? Oh, sorry, I was lost in my own world." I said sheepisly,

blushing.

"Don't worry about it. It's okay to want to escape reality, to calm

down. It's nothing I haven't seen. I've had patients come in and sing to

themselves, or pray, or chant. Nothing surprises me anymore, trust me."

Dr. Winslow laughed.

"That's insane!" I said, laughing as well.

"Mmm hmm. Okay, now I'm going to get you to lay down for me. I'm going

to palpate your abdomen. I'll drape a sheet over your lower half,

because I need to pull your gown up. Is that all right with you?" Dr.

Winslow asked sympathetically.

"Yes, that's fine doctor." I replied.

"Great. Now swing your legs up onto the table. Yes, just like that. Now

lay back. Perfect." He said.

Dr. Winslow slipped his hand around my shoulders and eased me down as I

laid back. He pulled a blue paper drape out of one of the cupboards in

the counter across the room. He laid it over my stomach, just below my

hips, and it reached down to my knees. Then, he cautiously pulled my

gown up, careful not to expose more of me than was necessary. By then I

very much appreciated his discretion. He was an excellent physician. Why

couldn't all doctors be like him? Kind, caring, with a sense of humor,

and a body like that of a god. Things like this only ever happened in

stories. Once again, Dr. Winslow’s voice snapped me back to reality.

"Okay, Claire. Now I'm going to press on your tummy. I want you to tell

me if you feel any pain or discomfort at all, all right?" Dr. Winslow

asked politely.

"Yes, Dr. Winslow." I replied.

"Great. Now, my hands are a little cold, so don't be startled by that.

I'm going to start the examination now." Dr. Winslow explained.

I closed my eyes and relaxed. I felt Dr. Winslow carefully place a hand

lightly on my stomach at first, so I could get used to his touch. I

didn't mind his hands being cold at all. In fact, that just made it more

enjoyable. He gently pressed on my stomach from the top and slowly made

his way down lower. I felt him getting dangerously close to my pubic

region, and I felt nervous again. My breaths were coming out in short,

ragged gasps. Dr. Winslow ran his hand over a very sensitive spot and I

breathed in sharply. He immediately stopped and spoke.

"Did that hurt?" Dr. Winslow asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

"No, I'm just very ticklish." I replied.

"Well in that case, I'll carry on with the examination." Dr. Winslow

smiled.

He moved his hands over my stomach for a little while longer. The

examination was over almost as quickly as it had started. Dr. Winslow

pulled my gown down all the way and put the modesty drape aside. He

wrote some things in his chart and came back over to where I laid.

"Everything feels fine. Come now, sit up again." Dr. Winslow said.

He extended his hand to help me sit up. I took it and his other hand

supported my back as I rose from the table. I swung my feet back over

the edge of the examination table. When I looked down for a second, I

noticed the ominous looking stirrups I had heard about. Dr. Winslow was

busy laying something out on a tray at the counter. A few seconds later,

he returned with the tray, setting it down on the table beside me. It

was covered in a drape, so I couldn't tell what was under it, which just

made me more nervous. Dr. Winslow noticed the look of terror on my face

as I stared at the tray.

"All right, Claire. I want to draw some blood now. Is that okay with

you?" Dr. Winslow inquired.

"Um, yeah, I guess." I said unsurely.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Winslow asked, his face screwed up with concern.

"For as long as I can remember I've been terrified of needles." I

breathed.

"That's perfectly normal. I'll tell you exactly when I'll be inserting

the needle, so you can expect it. I won't lie to you, it might sting a

bit, but after it goes in it's really not that awful, I promise." Dr.

Winslow reassured and comforted me.

I took a deep breath and nodded. Dr. Winslow uncovered the tray and I

noticed it only had three vials on it. At least it wasn't going to be a

lot of blood. The requisition form beside it was checked in various

places. Dr. Winslow carefully tied the tourniquet around my arm and

palpated it for a good vein. After finding it, he inserted a vial and

uncapped the needle. It looked like it could split my arm in two. By

then I was so terrified I had tears running down my face. Dr. Winslow

noticed my fear and looked up at me with comforting eyes.

"All right, when I count to three, I'm going to insert the needle.

Ready? One. Two. Three." Dr. Winslow counted.

The needle slid in with a bit of resistance. It hurt, and the tears

flowed from my face even more. Dr. Winslow filled the first two vials

with blood and inserted the third. He took hold of my right hand and

gave it a reassuring squeeze. I very much appreciated the gesture of

comfort. He then untied the tourniquet. Once he had all the samples he

needed, Dr. Winslow quickly withdrew the needle. He stuck a Band-Aid on

my arm and rubbed my back comfortingly. My tears stopped flowing and I

smiled up at him gratefully.

"There. All done. Does that feel better now?" Dr. Winslow asked quietly.

"Much." I said.

"I know it hurts, I hate needles, too. I'm sorry you had to go through

that, but it's necessary to be sure you don't have any infections that

could be causing your elevated temperature. It's okay now." Dr. Winslow

comforted.

"It's not your fault it hurt, don't apologize. I know it's for the best.

Besides, it's in the past." I smiled.

"I love your optimism. Most patients I have to draw blood from are rude

and impatient. It's like I'm hurting them and not the needle." Dr.

Winslow said.

"Those people are stupid." I replied.

"You've just made my day. Thank you." Dr. Winslow laughed.

"You've made mine, too." I said.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now, I need to ask you. Have you ever had a

breast exam before?" Dr. Winslow inquired.

Now this was a touchy subject. I knew what was coming. I didn't mind my

breasts, size thirty six B, but I didn't want the first person ever to

see them besides me to be Dr. Winslow. It was a little unnerving.

"Uh, no." I replied honestly.

"Do you do monthly breast self exams?" Dr. Winslow asked.

"No." I answered.

"Okay. I'm going to do a breast exam. That is, if you're comfortable

with it. But I must insist that you start getting regular breast exams,

if not from Dr. .Abernathy, then from another doctor of your choice. I

also want to show you how to examine your own breasts. How's that

sound?" Dr. Winslow queried.

"Um, I'm not exactly comfortable with showing people my breasts. No one

outside of myself has ever seen them. I mean, it's just weird for me.

I'm not sure I can go through with this." I said flatly.

"If you're not comfortable with it, then I won't do it. However, if you

let me examine your breasts now you can put your mind at ease that

everything is perfectly normal and that you're developing like you

should be." Dr. Winslow said, trying to convince me.

Well, it worked. I decided that he was right, and that the breast and

pelvic exams are the reason I came in the first place.

"Okay, do it. Do the breast exam. But please promise me that you'll be

gentle. My breasts are very sensitive, and they hurt sometimes." I

admitted pleadingly.

"Of course I'll be gentle. I respect your comfort. Your sensitivity may

be caused by hormonal changes, which will come up in your lab work, or

simply because your breasts are still growing. Now I need you to untie

your gown again and pull it down to your waist. I'll do the exam with

you sitting up first, and then I'll get you to lay down." Dr. Winslow

said.

I nodded affirmatively and untied my gown. I paused a few seconds,

hesitating to pull it down past my breasts. Finally, I just bit my

tongue and let the gown drop. I closed my eyes and felt Dr. WInslow’s

gaze travel over my breasts. His eyes were burning into me. After a few

seconds of a visual inspection, Dr. Winslow spoke.

"Your breasts are perfect. Good symmetry, proportionate aureolas, peaked

nipples. Now, I want you to open your eyes so that you can watch my

hands as I examine your breasts. I'm going to show you how to do it, so

that you can learn and then practice with my guidance. I want you to

relax. I'm going to touch you now." Dr. Winslow prompted.

First he gently laid two fingers on my left breast. I watched his hand

travel the circumference of my breast, and then inward. His touch was

exquisitely gentle, just like he had promised. I found myself very much

enjoying the thorough examination. When he reached my nipple, Dr.

Winslow spoke.

"I'm going to squeeze your nipple gently now, to check for discharge. A

little clear discharge is normal." He explained.

Then Dr. Winslow gently took it between his thumb and index finger and

gave it a light squeeze. Then, he repeated the examination on my right

breast. The whole time I watched attentively, lost in the sensation and

view of his hands on my body.

"Your breasts feel perfectly normal. As I expected, there is no

indication that the sensitivity you feel is caused by a defect in the

tissue. Now, I want you to examine your own breasts like I did. I'll

guide you with my hands to correct any mistakes." Dr. Winslow explained.

I nodded and brought my hand up to touch my breast. My flesh still

burned with the doctor's touch. I carefully began to repeat Dr.

WInslow’s well practiced actions. Every once in a while, he would jump

in and place his hand over mine, guiding it properly. After a few

minutes, I had finished thoroughly examining my breasts.

"Well done." Dr. Winslow said approvingly.

"Thanks. It's really not as bad as I thought it would be." I stated.

"I knew you'd come around. Now then, I want you to lay back on the table

for me so I can examine your breasts from a different angle, and so that

I can feel the lymph nodes under your arms." Dr. Winslow instructed.

Once again I laid back on the table, Dr. WInslow’s hand under my back,

supporting me. Once I was laying down, he slowly pulled the gown down a

little further to expose my breasts fully. First, Dr. Winslow gently

lifted my arms up over my head. He ran his hand up my sides to just

under my arms. He applied firm pressure to feel my nodes. As he moved

his hands slightly for a better angle I laughed.

"Right, I forgot that you're extremely ticklish. Sorry." Dr. Winslow

laughed.

"No problem, just adds to the fun." I replied.

"Your lymph nodes seem just fine. Now I'll do the second breast exam.

I'll be repeating the same action as I did before, but with you in this

position, instead. I want you to practice in both positions, to get

accustomed to your breasts. You might want to try examining them

standing up in the shower. In the shower your breasts are more slippery,

making it easier to feel around. I also want you to examine them in

front of a mirror, to check for any unusual visible signs." Dr. Winslow

explained.

"I'll be sure to try that, thanks. You're a great doctor, and a great

teacher" I said.

"Hey, it's what I do." Dr. Winslow laughed.

"Thanks for being so gentle, it didn't hurt a bit." I said gratefully.

"I'm pleased to hear that." Dr. Winslow said.

I gave him a warm smile and he returned it. The doctor then moved on to

examining my breasts again. My nipples were getting harder by the

second, longing for him to touch them. My clitoris was throbbing and

pulsating, in anticipation of his touch there, too. It felt so right,

but my mind screamed it was wrong. This was a doctor's visit, after all!

It couldn't be erotic! Or could it? I decided to ignore the little voice

of reason in my head and just enjoy the examination. After a few

seconds, Dr. Winslow had finished with the exam and pulled my gown back

up. I was disappointed that it had ended so quickly. My breasts ached

with longing.

"All right, your breast exam is all clear.