A visit to the Gynaecologist

You’ve never met Dr March before, for obvious reasons. A pretty dark-haired woman in her early thirties, she welcomes you into her office with a friendly smile.

“Sam!” she greets you “Is it okay if I call you Sam? I like to keep things informal.”

“Oh, sure Dr March, no problem,” you say trying not to sound as nervous as you feel.

“Vicky, please, everyone calls me Vicky,” she says inviting in “Now I understand this must all be a little overwhelming for you. Believe me, everyone is nervous their first time. So before we start do you have any questions for me.”

“How about, do I really have to do this?” you grimace

“Well, no strictly speaking you don’t,” she says “No one’s forcing you into anything here but you and your genitals are going to be together for a long time, don’t you think it’s a good idea to make sure everything is in working order?”

She makes a fair point, for all you know Katie’s body has some terrible defect, best to get a thorough checkup before restarting your life.

“Okay, then,” Vicky says once you agree “just step behind the screen and we’ll begin.”

You do as she asks stripping off your pants and underwear and perching on the edge of the bed.

“First things first I’m going to have a look at your vulva and see if there are any obvious problems there,” Vicky explains encouraging you to open your legs for her.

You comply feeling your face heat up once again. You are sure you never blushed this much as a man but back then you never had to visit a gynaecologist before.

“Mhm, yes, lean back a little more, please… perfect..” she mutters once she is satisfied “Now we can see what we have. Would you like to have a better look?”

You nod still too embarrassed to speak and she wheels over a round mirror and positions it so you can see what she is seeing. You watch in detached fascination as she examines it.

“Labia major, minora, clitoris, urethra, vagina,” she lists each part as she inspects it pulling at it carefully with gloved hands when she needs a clearer look “ No sign of abnormal discharge or irritation, no apparent genital warts, everything looks normal and healthy from here.”

Studying the pussy in the mirror you have to agree, it looks like a fairly typical example of the type from your admittedly limited experience. Belatedly, a question occurs to you.

“If there was a problem surely you’d already know about it?” you ask “Something like that should be in her medical history.”

“In an ideal world you’d be right Sam,” she agrees “but in this world, people are often **** to discuss their private parts even with their doctors. I’ve had grown women in this office with quite serious abnormalities they just lived with because they assumed everyone was like that. A regular checkup is really the best way to know what’s going on down there.”

Leaning back she collects an instrument that looks a little like a duck’s beak from a tray.

“Okay next I’m going to take a look inside you and take a swab from your cervix.” she explains “To do that I’m going to have to hold your vagina open with this speculum. It might feel a bit uncomfortable but it shouldn’t hurt. You need to try and relax and let me know right away if there is any pain, okay?”

You nod your consent and she goes to work. The whole process is painless as promised but also the most bizarre experience of your life. The feeling of being stretched open and of her poking around inside you is totally unlike anything you’ve felt before. The whole operation is mercifully brief, in less than a minute she’s collected her sample and withdrawn the speculum. You sigh, relieved to have that over with, you move to get up again only for Vicky to stop you.

“Sorry, Sam we aren’t quite done yet,” she tells you with an apologetic smile “Just one more quick check then you can put your pants back on I promise.”

You lay back on the bed focusing on the ceiling as she pushes a finger inside you and uses her other hand to press on your tummy. You don’t feel as stretched as you did with the previous test but the feeling of being penetrated is still bizarre and uncomfortable. Vicky moves her hand over your lower belly pressing down in various places while pressing up from inside you with the other hand. She asks if there is any tenderness or pain and when you shake your head she seems satisfied and releases her grip on you.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” she says “I’ll just wash up and you can get dressed, then we can have a chat.”

Feel sore in place you never had places before you eagerly follow her suggestion hoping that you won’t have to do that again for a long time.