I used to feel very anxious and jittery before exams— I had a specific gynecologist that I saw while I was in college and I always felt like he was looking at me like he was hungry. I like being looked at, so I didn’t mind, but it felt like I needed to impress him. So I always shaved my legs and pussy carefully the morning of, and wore matching underwear just in case he looked at the chair where my clothes were piled up. When he examined me, I felt like I was on a stage. I wanted to be the best looking one he’d seen all day.
It wasn’t until I graduated and started going to a different hospital that I got a female doctor. Before the appointment, I did my usual routine of shaving and selecting the right underwear, but I didn’t know how to feel about a woman examining me. Is there more pressure? Is she going to compare mine to others the way I felt like my male gyno would?
When she entered the room, she immediately started making small talk. This continued during my breast exam, making me feel more at ease than I had ever been during an appointment like this. It didn’t hurt that she was attractive and unassuming. When it came time to put my feet in the stirrups and have her lift up my gown, I was almost excited to have someone I found attractive looking at me at such an angle. I wanted her to be impressed like I’d wanted the male doctor to be before, but it felt like her confirmation would be sexual for me.
She continued small talk, but I saw a visible reaction on her face when she saw me fully exposed. It was contained, but I couldn’t miss the brief second of admiration.
I used to dread the speculum and the swab, but she made me feel so comfortable that I didn’t mind it at all. I actually wouldn’t have minded if she’d been there longer.
After that experience, I specifically request female doctors. Never the same one because I realized how much I love the thrill of having someone new