Bend over

You bend over, grabbing your ankles. Nurse Hendricks has you spread your legs wide. Your breasts hang down toward your face, and your cheeks are flushed, both from the blood running to your head and the awareness that your anus and pussy are both prominently visible to the nurse and anyone looking through the keyhole of the door.

Nurse Hendricks inserts a gynecological speculum into your pussy, and then ratchets it open. It feels like a giant fist is pulling you open.

“You know, this part isn't even strictly necessary,” the nurse says nonchalantly as she probes your insides. “I mean, I have complete access to your Profile status, so I can determine all this from that. But this procedure serves as a reminder that though this world may not be real to us, for you it's real, and all you have.”

“Besides,” she adds, chuckling, “I enjoy it.” She twists her hand into your hair and pulls you upright. You gasp as she pushes you toward the gurney. “You can get dressed now.”

You slip the sundress over your head as she watches, then slip your feet into your sandals.

“Dorm rooms are at the end of the hall. You've been assigned room 204. Your class schedule will be on your desk. We use paper here, honey - no computers. Any questions?"