Carte de Sejour.

Carte de Sejour.

Jenny and I bought a small cottage in France. As I write I could quite well work in a nice warm climate as a cold wet one. After some six months after we moved in we received a letter saying that we needed a ‘Carte de Sejour’ which translated as permit to stay for a longer period. Along with filling in all our general details there was a requirement that we should have a medical exam. We made an appointment with the local doctor and duly presented ourselves at his surgery.

We were met by a young nurse who took our forms and conducted us to a room off of the surgery where she told us to undress. Jenny and I duly stripped down to our undies and stood there waiting even if we did think it strange, being English, that we should both get undressed together. Shortly the nurse came back and was surprised to see us still partly dressed. She brusquely told us to, ‘Take everything off, completely naked.’ When we pointed out, rather obviously, that we were a man and a woman and were not used to getting naked together for medicals her response was, ‘You are married, aren’t you?’ as if this made everything all right. Anyway to humour these strange foreign practices we stripped off and waited naked to be called through to the doctor. Together!

We were sat, naked, in front of the doctor’s desk and quizzed about our health and our past medical history. He then got round to performing the required examination. I was first and Jenny sat there with her legs tightly crossed as first my height, weight, eyes, ears, throat and chest were examined in the usual manner and swabs taken for analysis. I then had to get up on the examination couch and my genitalia were checked out and moved around for a better look and I kindly coughed when asked to do so. My foreskin was retracted, which caused a definite firming to take place, particularly as Jenny was watching, and another swab taken. Finally I had to lean on the examination couch and a finger was slid up my rectum and my prostate given a good sorting out and my penis responded accordingly. Happy the doctor released me and it was Jenny’s turn. I just stood there naked, semi erect, and watched.

Now, every guy has hopes of seeing a naked woman given a thorough examination but not if he is stark naked as well. After the same preliminaries Jenny sat on the couch with her arms in the air and her breasts were given an initial once over of rubbing and prodding which got her nipples nicely erect. She then had to lie down and another check was made of her breasts. The doctor must enjoy that part. All okay the doctor pulled those stirrups out from the end of the couch and Jenny had to get her legs into them, slide her bum down and ‘spread ‘em’ in the approved manner. By me as well as the doctor I should point out. I could feel my cock becoming ever more interested in the examination as Jenny’s tummy was prodded. Then the rubber gloves and speculum came out. A spot of KY was applied to the gloves and Jenny’s labia spread open from anus to clit by the doctor’s thumbs for close examination before taking yet another swab. Now well lubricated both from the KY and personally the speculum was slid in and opened. I saw Jenny grasp the edges of the examination couch as it opened up her vagina. A peer with a light and then the smear sample was taken with a wooden stick before the speculum was closed and withdrawn. Jenny went to get up but was told to stay in position and two finger found their way into her vagina and her tummy was pressed as they searched around inside. Finally she was subjected to a rectovaginal examination rather then simply getting a finger past her anus into her rectum as I had had. One finger in her vagina, one finger worked into her bum at the same time and more prodding. By this time I was getting too interested and decided to sit down by the desk even if it did spoil the view but made my erection less obvious.

Anyway, all done and after another sit at the desk and discussion we were released to get dressed. I did not put my pants back on, just my shorts, and I made certain I grabbed Jenny’s bra and panties before she put them on and put them in my pocket. Her skirt was plenty short and she kept her legs tightly crossed as we had a coffee and croissant at a cafe before heading back to our cottage.

What an amazing experience, and what a wonderful romantic memory for you and your wife. When in Rome... eh?

Thank you so much for sharing the experience with all of us at the clinic!

Is this real? Although it's a very cool story - I find it amazing that such conduct would be applied in a non 3rd world country.

And don't get me wrong - I come from a european country and a non prude one...

My wife is foreign. When she arrived in France six years ago she had to submit to a mandatory physical exam. She didn't know how to speak French nor understand any French words, but she still received a complete medical exam from a male doctor even if she did not want to.

She was alone with the doctor. The doctor told her to take off all her clothes. She guessed what he wanted, because the doctor began to open her shirt directly. She had to remove all her clothes except her bra and her panties while he watched her. After few minutes, the doctor undid her bra and proceeded to a thorough breast exam. She felt very embarrassed because it was the first time that her breasts were examined and moreover by a foreign male doctor.

For the rest of her exam she was almost naked only with her panties. For the abdominal exam, the doctor lowered slightly her panties and examined her lower abdomen and even her pubic area. He stopped his exam very close to her clitoris. She felt very aroused and her cheeks were red. But at that moment the doctor told she could get dressed. She did not expect such a medical check-up, just to have a visa. This is a true story. It really happened to her. A first surprising souvenir for her arriving in a foreign country !!!

I had a similar experience only I was dressed.

Are these really true accounts from the present or recent past? As EU-citizens we are allowed to stay in other union countries as long as we wish, without regulations or permits.

But sincerly, in the early 80s it was a different. My g f, who became my 1st wife, were studying in Paris by that time and ended up in an ID check in the metro. As she didn´t carry any passport or other identification she was brought to the police station, where they took her address and some time later she was summoned to a registration office, where she had to undergo a doctor´s exam.

She was told to strip completely along with two African women, and then they were examined more or less in front of each other by a male doctor.

I was an American resident in Belgium in the early '80s. At that time, the only formaility that I had needed to complete in country within 30 days after entering the country was to go to the government office in my village or commune and to present myself and have my papers stamped. There was no physical exam req'd, at least at that time, and I don't think that I needed any doctors' certificates at all. There were requirements for me to document that I was employed, earning wages and subject to taxation, had a place to live, etc. The stamped document "la carte de sejour" was my identity paper and needed to be carried with me at all times.

With the coming of the EU, I would guess that immigration procedures apply only to non-EU residents. Below is a link to an article by an American who writes about the ongoing requirement to have a physical exam as part of the carte de sejour process, but the exam seems to be pretty basic unless the doctor notices something amiss upon cursory examination. If immigrating from a developing country, my guess is that the doc would do more than just ask questions.

http://salinaenfrance.wordpress.com/2009/10/07/living-and-learning-in-paris-the-ofii-required-medical-exam-for-immigrants/

My experiences are similar to the ones here and the difference in culture when it comes to the dr room in Europe. A few years ago I wanted to work in France and had to have a physical. I went to the local hospital for a chest xray (TB) and then a few days later to the appointed doctor. I was shown into the doctors room by a nurse who followed me in and closed the door behind her and she asked me to undress to my underwear.

I unbuttoned by blouse and the nurse took it from me which I thought nice, I then took my skirt off and she took it as well and put it on a near by chair. I waited for instructions and she suddenly said "no bra" and with that she clipped my bra and pushed it off my shoulders which is something I hate. Putting the bra on top of my other clothes she guided me over to a pair of scales where she took my weight & height and then I had to sit in a chair by the dr.

He asked about my medical record at length which would not have been so much of a problem had it not been for the fact I was nude except for a tiny pair of bikini briefs. Eventually the talk was over and the physical exam began and it was over in seconds. After talking my bp I had to stand and he checked my heart and lungs and any skin or skeletal problems and that was it. The nurse handed me my clothes one by one as though as I was 5 and then thankfully I was gone.

Most interesting, Hildabert

Very interesting story there, Hildabert

Are these really true accounts from the present or recent past? As EU-citizens we are allowed to stay in other union countries as long as we wish, without regulations or permits.

I think there is either a bit of exaggeration in some of the accounts. Though it is difficult to say to what degree local customs and usages may differ, especially from urban to rural areas and also to what degree a doctor may be taking just a bit more liberty with foreigners compared to his regular locals.

In any case, resident requirements can differ between countries and between periods in time. My family came to Belgium in 1963 and there was no medical exam required to obtain resident papers. I was young then and clearly remember visits to the town hall and the foreigners police office - who were either bored silly or nasty little shits to non-European/non-Whites - woe unto you if were from an ethnic minority, rude is not the word for it. It also entailed finger-printing, mug shots and special colored internal passports, but still nothing medical.

And more recently in 2008, my wife and I also took out resident papers in Spain and again there was absolutely no medical requirement whatsoever. No exam, no doctor's visit, no medical history required, nada. Spanish authorities are much more interested in your bank account, so that they can automatically deduct property taxes and utilities, than in your health ... ha ha. But that is because so many people own property in Spain who live there only part of the year. And are not around when the tax bill comes.

And even registering for the free Spanish government-run health insurance, there was no exam involved. There was paperwork of course, but minimal. It took less than 20mins to complete. I'll admit I was sort of fantasizing some kind of medical exam for the health insurance, preferably with one of the seemingly omnipresent young female doctors, but once again nada. Reality is never as good as fantasy.

But, just to explain. While in theory EU residents are allowed to live where they wish and have multiple residency permits, there are many factors mitigating that right. Income is one factor. EU citizens without their own means of support may not be allowed permanent residence in some countries. And will certainly not qualify for public financial support. In some countries there is already talk of language requirements and attending and graduating what you'd call social and cultural study classes. It is not all that straightforward. There will always be administrative hurdles to jump. There lots of regulations and permits.

Not sure what you are taking. My Carte de Sejour was all form filling. No medical at all!

To the OP was that fantasy or reality? The other posters might be interested. Oops sorry you haven't been here in a year. Guess I won't find out.

I have never gotten to travel. I would have died of embarrassment! I am so glad it wasn't me!

I have never gotten to travel. I would have died of embarrassment! I am so glad it wasn't me!

The explanations and questions were about immigration requirements - not travel requirements. My family traveled a lot back and forth in the late 50s-early 60s from the US to Belgium/France as vacation visits to the native country. All that was required back then were immunizations - especially smallpox.

But there were no medical exams involved. What a mess and activity that would have engendered!

And even with immigration - which our family did do in 1963 - there was still no medical exam necessary to obtain residence papers.

Nowadays, there is even no ID check between most Euro borders anymore - UK excepted perhaps. You can drive from Spain to Finland and never encounter anyone asking you anything at borders.

So, that is nothing to ever worry about. Really and truly ... 😃

(The OP is obvious fantasy. For certain immigration or long stay documents there is I think a medical test but as far as I know they just check for certain contagious diseases. Certainly no intimate examination.)