Mashies first trip to the Gyno at 16
Looking back on my first trip to the gyno I sort of have to laugh at myself. What seems like not a big deal to me now, most certainly was when I was just 16 and still a virgin.
I have only been to the gyno twice in my 37 years, until now as I am dating a doctor who feels the need to give me a pretty much complete exam pelvic and all, every time I see him which is about every 6 weeks or so, but until him, remembering my trips to the gyno are not hard to do.
What I am about to say here is all completely true to the best of my memory...for whatever that's worth.
So I remember driving in the car with my mom coming home from the store and I had finally got up enough nerve to ask her about going to the gyno for the first time. So I gathered my guts and looked at my mom while she was driving and asked.
"Mom, I think I need to go to the gyno."
"The what? Do you mean the gynecologist?" She asked.
"Yes, that's what I meant." I replied in embarrassment, as I knew what I had meant to say.
"What makes you think you need to go?" She again asked.
"Well, I don't always have my period every month like I should. Maybe something is wrong with me?"
"Okay honey, maybe it's a good idea. I will take you to mine, she's really nice." Mom smiled at me and continued driving.
A few days later mom came to me and let me know that my first gyno appointment would be in a few days. I had no idea what to expect, I mean I had a little idea, but not much, you know how teenage girls talk about stuff like this. Not all their information is true and accurate, which needless to say is exactly why my girls were talked to and had everything explained to them my their momma the nurse. At least they started out with the correct information, lol.
Saturday came all to quick. Of course I had told all of my friends at school what was going to happen and of course as girls do, they wanted me to tell them all about it on Monday, and my closest friends wanted me to call them when I returned home.
Friday night I had gone over to my boyfriends house for supper and to hang out with him for a while. We had only been dating for about two months now and were keeping it to ourselves because we lived in the same neighborhood. See, back then things were a little different. You could hang out at boys houses as long as you were friends, play after dark, do pretty much whatever, but as soon as you were more than friends, all that stopped.
His name was Jack Taylor. His parents were both really cool and I liked them and they liked me. They pretty much let Jack and I do whatever. I appreciated that.
I woke up early that morning because mom told me to take a long hot shower before I went. Sitting there at the table eating a piece of toast and an egg, mom came in and joined me.
"Are you nervous?" She asked smiling at me.
"No, well maybe a little. I am just afraid it is going to hurt." I replied sipping my tea.
"Well there may be parts that will feel a little uncomfortable, but nothing should hurt really." She said.
Satisfied with this answer, I finished my tea and took my long hot shower.
Once inside the office I signed in. The walls were just covered with crap about women's health. There were even pictures of vagina's on the walls. I sort of chuckled in embarrassment and immaturity I think. Never in my life had I been exposed to so much anatomy of womanly body parts. Heck at that point in my life I hadn't even looked at my own, or even "explored" down there yet.
My name was called and I went to the window. The nice lady smiled at me and asked me to fill out the hundred page book on my past and current health since I was new. I mean, this was a book. I smiled back, took the clipboard and sat down to get started.
The questions seemed to be endless. Everything from the date of my first period, to what my mothers maiden name was? You name it, they asked for it. They asked about sexual history and there were about six pages associated with that, which at that point I was glad I was still a virgin and was able to skip over them.
I finished filling out my book and returned it to the nice lady behind the desk who was also behind the sliding glass window.
"Have a seat, and we will call you in shortly." She said smiling, almost in sympathy, as I remember it now.
I should have ran like hell when I had the chance.
Suddenly I thought about what I was about to endure and my tummy became fluttery, and I had to pee like a racehorse. I looked around the room until I came to a door with a restroom sign on it. Thankful, I went in and relieved myself. Doing that did not relieve my butterflies from my belly, but at least the pressure was off.
Just as I sat back down in my seat, the door opened and out came a nurse who called my name. I followed her to a desk just around the corner where we sat and she took my temp, and other vitals. She also had in front of me my book that I filled out. She quickly glanced over it nodding her head.
"Do you have any questions? I know this is your first time here, and I can understand any anxiety you may be feeling."
"Nope, I am fine. My mom says the doctor is really nice, and I trust her." I smiled back at her. She was pretty young, maybe 25 or so. Everyone here was nice so far.
She led me back into a room. Not that unlike any normal doctors office room. There was a table with the head against one wall, open on both sides. The table was tan, and had paper covering. On the end of the table just out slightly were stirrups. My stomach lurched, because I knew from what my friends said, my feet would be going in there, and I had never done that before.
The nurse pulled a gown out of a drawer and a sheet and layed them on the table. I knew what to do, but she told me anyway to take off all my clothes and put the gown on and then I could cover myself with the sheet if I felt more comfortable. But first, she would need a urine sample.
"Well, I just went out in the lobby. Had I known you were going to need one, I would have waited. I am so sorry." I said in embarrassment.
"Can you try for me? We just need a little bit." She asked holding up a clear plastic container with an orange lid.
"Sure." I said as I took the cup and went into the little bathroom inside the exam room.
I sat down on the pot knowing full well that there was no way in hell I was going to have to pee again that quick, but did not want to seem like a bad patient. (Which cracks me up, because in play, I am all about being the very bad patient hehehe, how ironic). So I sat and sat. The nurse called in several times and asked how things were coming. She suggested turning on the water, so I did.
A few minutes later, I felt a tiny urge to urinate, so I did, but I missed the cup and peed down my hand. I am still not sure to this day how I did that, but it happens. Crap I thought. I wiped, and flushed, and washed my hands.
"Were you able to go?" She asked smiling and looking at the container.
"No, I just couldn't go." My faced reddened. I lied to her which I hated, but would hate more telling her I peed on my hand.
"Well maybe before you leave we can try again. Okay, so go ahead and get undressed and the doctor will be in shortly." She said as she turned and headed out the door.
As I sat naked on the table with just a gown and a sheet I wondered what this doctor would be like. I was able to read every poster, sign, and paper on the wall at least a hundred times before the knock on the door happened.
Again my belly lurched. No turning back now. In walked a familiar face. My butterflies faded, but soon returned when I realized what this familiar face would be seeing.
"Um hi Mrs. Taylor, or Dr. Taylor" I said with my face really really red. What the hell, this was my boyfriends mom, I ate dinner at her house the night before. I just sat there. My face must have been priceless.
"So, let me start off by saying that I know you are nervous because this is your first trip to see a doctor like me, but I can understand if you want to call it quits, since you are seeing my son. It is really up to you. You are 16 and are able to make your own choices. I won't be offended if you choose to leave. I can recommend another doctor if you like." Dr. Taylor said looking at me and reading my book I filled out.
(Listen, this really happened, yes it is still a nightmare I relive today. Men don't understand what it is like to go the the gyno in the first place, but to have this happen, wow, I am still surprised I don't need some form of therapy, or Haldol, Ativan, or Lithium. lol)
"No, I'm fine, really, just don't tell your son you saw me today." I asked.
"Oh no, I would never do that. He never even tells his friends that I am a gynecologist, it embarrasses him to no end. (I had no idea she was a gyno either) Okay let's get started." She said as she put down my book.
Dr. Taylor started at my head, felt my skull, and worked her way down, looking in my eyes, nose, ears, throat. She next felt my glands in my neck and down to the collar bone. She had me lean forward on the table so she could check my spine. She felt the glands in my armpits through the gown.
Next she moved down to my arms and did a sort of modified range of motion, then did the same to my legs. She asked questions as she needed at different parts and commented on others as she went. I have known her my whole life, so she already knew some of my medical history. She was there when I fell off my bike and was hit by the car. So she did not need to ask about the scar on my knee.
As I was watching her look me over, it suddenly occurred to me that Jack had to have known his mom was a gyno, I wonder why he never told me. He knew I was going today, but never said a word. Hum..
Dr. Taylor put the scope in her ears and listened to my heart through my gown, she also listened to my lungs in back and in front. Good so far. No nakedness. The less the better. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
It was at this point I had thought too quickly, because she started talking to me about breast exams, doing them myself, and her going to do one right then. Wait, I thought, I came here because my periods are not regular, not to have her feel my boobs, which were a little on the big side for a girl my age.
Dr. Taylor untied the gown in back and had me lie back on the table putting my right arm above my head. She gently exposed my right breast and began to palpate around the outside and stopped at the nipple. She covered me up and went to the other side to do the same thing. After covering me up completely up top, she went down and palpated my belly and lower abdomen above my gown as a matter of fact.
"Okay, now I am going to do a pelvic examination. I know you have never had one, so I am going to explain everything I am going to do as I do it. Let me go and get the nurse. Why don't you scoot down to the end of the table for me."
So I did. I was uncomfortable as I was sitting on the edge. But I was down as far as I could go since my legs were too short to reach the black pull out step at the end of the table.
Dr. Taylor returned with the little nurse that had taken my vitals. She just smiled as she continued with her work, getting things ready for the rest of my exam.
"Are you a virgin?" Dr. Taylor asked.
You know, for the first time in my life, I was not embarrassed to say yes to that question. I was glad I was, because if I had said no, then she would never let me be alone with her son again, and I would have hated to think what she would be thinking of me. Plus, she and my mom were friends.
"The reason I am asking is so that I can get an idea of what instruments I will need to use." She said smiling.
"Yes I am." I said proudly.
"Okay, lay back. Let's get you into these stirrups." Dr. Taylor said pulling the round black stool over and getting the lamp in position.
I put my feet up in the stirrups and tried to relax. This was tough. Even though I had a sheet covering me, I still felt very exposed.
Dr Taylor lifted the sheet. "You need to scoot down until I tell you to stop."
I scooted down, and down, and down, until I felt I was ready to fall off.
"Scoot down a little more." The doctor asked.
Down I went even more. "Okay, that's good" She said smiling at me over the sheet.
She sat down on the stool and turned on the light. At this point I was really glad I shaved my legs. lol. I could see the light through the sheet, and could hear her and see her shadow through the sheet getting things ready. I could hear things clanking on the tray off to the side of me down at my feet.
"This is a speculum. Sort of looks like a duck bill. I am going to slide this into your vaginal opening and have a look. I need you to relax as much as you can. You are going to feel pressure, and it might hurt or burn just a tad, but I am going to go slow, and I will be careful around your hymen. If you feel pain, let me know and I will see what I can do about it." She continued.
I felt the coldness of the speculum at the opening of my vagina. I must of shuddered because the doctor asked me if I was OK, and the nurse came over to hold my hand. I smiled at her. She was so kind, and I really was afraid.
I took in a deep breath and let it out. As I did so I felt the speculum enter my vagina. It hurt like a bitch. I am not even going to lie to you. I know she was being easy, but damn. I squeezed the nurses hand and she squeezed mine back as if to say she was sorry and understood. My stomach muscles were tight and tense under the pain and burning in my crotch.
As if the intrusion was not bad enough, then she turned the thing and opened it up. She told me she was going to do so, but I did not expect it to feel like it did.
"Boy, you are really small down here. I am not sure I am even going to be able to get at your cervix or not without contaminating the sample on the way out. Now I am going to insert this swab into the top of your cervix, don't worry, it won't hurt a bit. "
She was right, it didn't. Just felt like a tickle. I can't remember if she did any other tests since I had not had sex yet. Oh yes she did a few scrapes off the side.
"Okay, I am going to shut the blades of the speculum and pull it out. Just relax, the worst is over." She said again smiling at me over the sheet.
I took in another deep breath as she pulled that contraption out of me. The doctor stood up and pushed the stool away and turned off the light.
'I have survived my first gyno exam. Thank goodness.' I thought.
"Now I am going to palpate, or feel your internal organs." She said.
Damn, and I thought I was done, silly me for thinking. Dr. Taylor pulled the sheet up to the bottom of my rib cage and the gown too. There I lay, exposed completely, in front of my boyfriends mom. Yeah, I can't wait to eat dinner over there tomorrow night. I wonder what the conversation might be at the dinner table? So Jack, I had my fingers in your girlfriends vagina, you should give it a try sometime. Yeah not. I might think twice about that relationship from now on.
Dr. Taylor put on a fresh pair of gloves and put a glob of goop, I know now is KY on her fingers. With her right hand on my abdomen and her left hand at my crotch she again smiled down at me.
"Okay, I am going to insert my finger into your vagina. I will go slow, but the good news is my finger is smaller than the speculum, so it shouldn't be as bad as long as you relax and breath."
I did as she asked and took long deep breaths, until I felt the cold wet gel in my vaginal opening. I immediately tensed up. Just a reaction I guess. Dr. Taylor started rubbing my belly trying to distract from her other hand, and it sort of worked, because before I had the chance to fully tense up again, I felt her slip inside my vagina.
Even though it was not as big as the speculum, yes it still hurt like hell. Then she started pushing on my belly, low, right above my pubic mound and off to the side. She explained that she was feeling my ovaries. She continued to palpate my insides poking and prodding everywhere she could. All the time, my virgin area was burning and on fire, kind of like the feeling of Icy hot.
When she had felt clear up to my throat she pulled out her finger and changed gloves one more time. 'What now?' I was thinking. I watched her put another glob of KY on her middle finger. The words that next came out of her mouth still shock me, even today, lol, and I have had it done again and again with my current doctor like I said, about every 6 weeks or so, and usually multiple times when I am up there, lol. She remained standing between my legs and told me that she was going to very gently insert one finger into my bottom. My thoughts were that she already had her finger in my bottom, was something wrong? Why did she have to go back up there and do it again?
She told me again to take a deep breath and when I felt her finger push in, I needed to push against her to help it slide in easier. 'Okay I thought, I got through it the first time, I will for the second time as well I guess.' But then to my surprise, I didn't feel her finger at the opening of my vagina, but at the opening of my other hole.
I am sure my face got really red, beet red with embarrassment. Geese, she wanted to stick a finger up there, that's what she meant by bottom. Then all too soon I felt her finger on my little hole and did as I was told. I took in a very deep nervous breath and slowly pushed it out trying to relax my bottom as instructed.
Then I felt her slip her cold finger inside my bottom a little at first. She waited a second or two and then pushed it in the rest of the way. It didn't hurt at all, it didn't feel good either, just felt gooey more than anything actually. I felt her twist her finger around in a circle feeling my entire insides. Then she pushed her finger up towards my belly again and took her other hand and pressed down on both sides about in the same place she had before when she had her finger in my vagina. Pressure wise, this was more intense than when she did it the first time in my vagina, and having her finger in my bottom back there was not something I was enjoying in the least...(boy have I changed, hehehe!)
She pulled her finger out of my bottom and put her glove in the trash and washed her hands, then handed me a wash cloth to clean myself up. Actually, looking back on it, I think that was the most embarrassing part of all. They were standing there as I was wiping the Ky from my crotch.
Dr Taylor washed her hands again and wrote a few things in the chart.
"I think your periods are slightly irregular because you are so young and athletic. I can't find anything wrong here today, when the tests come back it might be a different story, but really you look very healthy to me. Do you have any questions you want to ask me.?" She asked in a motherly way.
"No, do I call you, or do you call me when the test results come back?" I asked.
"We will call you." She replied as she walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead. "Oh and you really need to start keeping track of your periods better on the calender, things like that can be very important. Are you interested in starting on birth control at this time? I am sure a lot of your friends have already started them, and it seems to be the "thing" for girls your age to do."
"No, I don't plan on having sex any time soon, and I hate taking pills since I can't ever remember to take them anyway, or on time for that matter." I snickered. In the back of my mind I think I just scored brownie points with her because now she knows I'm a good girl and don't really have any intentions on being naughty with her son. Go me!
She smiled at me again, winked her eye, and out the door she went. The nurse remained in the room and asked me again if I could provide the urine sample for her before I left. I nodded.
I went into the bathroom where my clothes remained. This time with success I was able to urinate enough and into the cup, not down my hand. I was proud of myself. I got dressed and handed the sample to the nurse waiting outside in the exam room. She told me to have a seat back up on the table while they ran the preliminary urine that would determine if I had a UTI or anything else brewing. So I sat and reread the stuff on the walls again and went over in my head what had just happened to me.
A few minutes later both the doctor and the nurse came back in to my room. I think I paniced for a second, what now? I was so very close to getting the heck out of there.
Dr. Taylor approached the table with the nurse close behind her. "We ran the first part of your urine and you have a raging urinary tract infection. In a few more days the culture will be back and we will know if what we give you today has done the trick to kill it or if we need to use something else. A few minutes ago you mentioned that you don't like to take pills because you can't remember to take them or you never finish them, or is it because you just can't take pills?" She asked. "Because it does come in a liquid form that we give to babies and small children."
"No, I can take pills, swallow them you mean no problem, but I just can't ever remember to take them when I am supposed to and honestly when I start feeling better I usually stop taking them at all because I'm not sick and it makes me forget even more."
"Well, giving you pills would mean 4 pills a day at 4 different times. If you don't think you can remember to take them then I have one more option for you. It's a shot. The good thing about the shot is it's just one and then you are done, no more pills. What would you like to do? Dr Taylor ask me.
"I don't like shots, but hate pills even more so I will take the shot I guess. Is it going to hurt?" I asked.
Dr. Taylor said, "okay we have it all ready. We were hoping you would pick this and just get it over and done with, and I would worry about you less too that way." Dr. Taylor said again in a motherly tone.
The nurse pulled the already prepared shot off the tray and picked up the alcohol swab too.
Dr. Taylor said, "this has to go in your bottom. You can just undo your pants a bit and lean against the table if you would like, this will only take a quick second."
So I turned around undid my pants and pulled them down just a bit so she could get at my bottom. I knew from watching all of my medical shows at the time that I didn't have to pull them down too far, so I didn't. I placed both my hands on the table and waited to receive my shot.
Next I felt the cold prep pad across my left hip and then the sting of the needle. Not so bad I thought until I felt the hot burning deep in my muscle. A burning unmatched and not even close to the one I felt earlier in my crotch, and a burning I still have yet to feel again. WOWZA, I made the wrong choice there, that's for sure.
"Almost done", Dr. Taylor said and she pulled out the needle and put a bandaid over the area. I pulled up my pants gingerly and gathered my thoughts as I put the rest of my self back together.
Later that night, Jack came over. He asked me how my appointment went. I wondered if he knew I had been to see his mom. I had not planned on telling him either. I asked him how his mom was, he sort of smiled a little and said that she had a really long day at work, but that she was fine.
Still to this day, I am not sure if he was smiling because he knew I knew his mom was a gyno, or because he knew I had been to see her. Either way, neither of us talked about it again. But you bet your ass on Monday, all my friends knew about every detail of my trip, but not about Jacks mom. I would never do that to him, but they got ever other detail that happened to me that day.
Today Jack is a gynecologist. We are still friends and has no idea about my fetish. Too bad really, I bet he would be really fun to play with. Hehehe, after all, real doctors with a medical fetish make for the best med fet play partners.
P.S. All names have been changed to protect the naughty.