John gets examined

The ladies headed out of their cells, grumbling about the exam. John was trying not to be too overjoyed. A line formed up leading out of the cellblock with the women all in their blue medical gowns. Lisa, Holly, Stacy, Amanda, and John slowly shuffled along, waiting their turn. The line eventually split into three separate lines, separating the group, leaving John with Lisa as his other friends went into different queues.

“The computer’s not gentle,” Lisa said. “Brace yourself for your first exam, Joanie.”

“I’m not worried at all,” John said, trying not to smile. He felt horrible that his friends would be trapped in prison and had to go through this to be displayed for the patrons. But he would soon be a free man, emphasis on “man”, in just a short while.

It soon came to be Lisa’s turn, the computer summoning her into a room. .“I’ll see you later, Joanie.” She stepped through one of the myriad of doors that the prison had and it closed with a click behind her.

It wasn’t long before John was told, “Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will enter the examination room for her pelvic exam. Failure to do so will be punished.”

For the first time since he arrived a Dixon, John was excited to go through a door. He practically ran through the door into the antechamber. As usual, the door locked behind him.

John’s arm was scanned and the computer instructed, “Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will stand on the indicated area.” John gladly stood on the indicated yellow painted footprints. They were in front of a padded barrier.

Once John was in position, his ankles were locked by padded cuffs that came out of the barrier. He grabbed onto the sides of the barrier for support and his wrists were locked down as well. The barrier began to tilt backwards and John realized it was an examination table.

The table continued tilting backwards until it was at a slight angle, with his feet slightly lower than his head. The stirrups holding his feet spread slowly, and he was gently pushed down by the table so his ass was hanging off of it, his medical gown bunching up around his hips. His legs were splayed wide and bent, exposing his crotch while a video screen came into his view.

A recording of a man in a white lab coat was shown on the screen. “Hello! I’m Dr. Phillips. I oversee the health of you ladies here in the Dixon Correctional Facility. Today, the computer is going to give you a pelvic exam to ensure that you are healthy. There may be some discomfort as the exam proceeds, but the computer will be as gentle as possible. Try to relax, and we’ll get this over with as quickly as possible. You will be restrained during this exam so that you do not injure yourself. Please be aware that this is for your own safety.

“First we’ll start by removing your chastity plate. You may experience some mild discomfort while this happens.”

John smiled, looking forward to what happened when the chastity plate was removed. He hummed softly to himself while an arm extended and attached itself to his chastity plate. There was some tugging, pressing, and clicking. “If you are curious,” the video doctor explained, “the chastity plate connects to a locking mechanism embedded into the skin. We can remove the plate and reattach it this way without the need for surgery.”

And suddenly, for the first time in a long while, John felt his crotch exposed to the air. It felt so damn good to have that plate off of him! He waited for the computer to realize the mistake.

The video of the doctor blinked off leaving a blank screen. There was a long pause while John waited eagerly for the error to be announced, or at least to be told to wait patiently after being released from his bonds to the exam table. The monitor sprang to life and the Doctor reappeared. “Hello! I’m Dr. Phillips. I oversee the health of you ladies here in the Dixon..." The video screen went black again. After several seconds, it restarted. “Hello! I’m Dr. Phillips. I oversee the health of you ladies here in the Dixon.... Hello! I’m Dr. Phillips. I oversee the health of you ladies here in the Dixon Correctional Facility... Dixon Correctional Facility... Dixon... D-D-D-D-D..."

John grinned. His release was imminent. The video screen faded out, leaving a tiny pinpoint of light in the middle. John watched the light speck slowly fade to black as he waited, eagerly. John could hear things clicking and whirring behind the scenes. He imagined the computer was calculating that he was a guy and would be releasing him soon.

After several long seconds, the video screen sprang to life. This time, Dr Phillips said somewhat seriously, “There seems to be a slight problem.” John smiled, waiting for the news. “There seems to be a vulvar growth present. The computer shall investigate.”

Wait? What? Vulvar growth? He was about to get...

“FUCK!” John yelled as his cock was firmly grasped in mechanical forceps by the computer. It was stretched outwards, the pain intense. “These vulvar growths are often benign, but we should take a biopsy just to make sure. The computer is going to numb the area with some lidocaine with epinephrine. You may feel some discomfort during this procedure.”

John soon felt a hot, searing pain in his taughtly held cock as it was injected with the lidocaine cocktail. His mind was racing. What was going on? Why wasn’t he identified as male?

The reason John wasn’t identified as male was due to the computer’s programming. To it, there simply was no male gender. When it was programmed, it was never assumed that a man would ever be incarcerated there. To the computer, all inmates were female. The chip in John’s arm identified him as an inmate. As a female inmate. Therefore, he WAS female. And the computer was determined to make what was presented to it work within those parameters.

“The computer will begin the pelvic exam while the lidocaine takes effect,” Dr. Phillips droned on while John’s crotch was stinging and burning. A mechanical "hand" came out and started poking and prodding John's scrotum.

“The computer is going to inspect your vulva for lesions or other issues besides what was identified.” Dr Phillips said. The hand started stroking and pushing John's testicles apart. It pushed against his balls with ****, repeatedly. “There may be some discomfort as the computer inspects your Bartholin’s glands,” the Dr said with a smile. “You’re doing well.” John squirmed and moaned with pain.

“We are now going to insert the speculum while we wait for the numbing to happen,” Dr. Phillips droned on while John’s balls were throbbing after being squashed. The mechanical arm began repeatedly shoving the speculum painfully against his scrotum, looking for a non-existent opening.

“What?" John cried out. “No! You can’t do this! I don't have... You can't insert....” He was ignored. He struggled against his bonds, but his trapped cock and the bonds were too much for him to fight. He was at the mercy of he computer.

He raised his ass up just a bit to lessen the tug on his cock and to stop the pounding of the speculum against his balls. The forceps adjusted their position, maintaining the stress on John's cock. The lift gave the computer's arm just enough of an angle and the next probing thrust of the speculum shoved it into John's ass. “You may feel some pressure now," John felt the speculum opening, and squirmed with discomfort as it expanded. "We're just going to have a quick look see at your cervix,” the doctor droned on. A computerized camera hovered near John’s ass. He was writhing in pain as the computer scanned for issues with Prisoner 1LEZ4535’s cervix. The computer saw the transverse folds of John’s rectum and computed that was his cervix (because he must have a cervix). Further, it computed that nothing associated with John’s “cervix” matched the computer’s database of things such as disease or lesions, of concern. Therefore, Prisoner 1LEZ4535’s cervix was healthy.

“We’re now going to take a sample for a Pap smear,” the doctor intoned on the video. A small brush was inserted through the speculum and scraped in John’s rectum. John was certain that he would be released upon this analysis. This vanished and was analyzed by the computer. Again, there was nothing that corresponded to “there’s a problem” within the computer’s programming. John had had an enema that morning, so any possible contaminants has been cleansed. There was nothing noticable as “wrong.” The computer declared that the Pap smear was negative for anything. Another clean bill of health for Prisoner 1LEZ4535. The speculum was removed.

“The computer is now going to palpate your abdomen. It’s looking for any hardness or anything that doesn’t feel right. And just to check the state of your ovaries and uterus.”

Two mechanical fingers were inserted into John’s ass and another mechanical hand came down, pressing firmly all over his lower abdomen. The outer hand pushed firmly, all around. “The computer sometimes has issues finding the ovaries,” Dr. Phillips explained as the pressing continued. John was in serious discomfort. “But that sometimes happens. Nothing to worry about.”

But John was very worried. He was frantic. “I don’t have....” John tried shouting at the video screen, but the insidious manipulations of the computer prevented him from saying anything that suggested he wasn’t female. He began to panic.

“The computer is now going to inspect your uterine wall for abnormalities.” John felt the inserted fingers starting to curl and probe inside him. This wasn’t right! He was supposed to be released! The fingers brushed against his prostate and John had a rather uncomfortable, messy orgasm, his semen running down his outstretched genitals and flowed down towards his ass. He slammed his head against the table and closed his eyes tightly.

“You have to let me out of here!!” John shouted. The pelvic examined continued regardless.

“You’re doing well. We’re almost finished," Dr. Phillips said with a smile.

A swab came out next. “Now for some vaginal secretions to check for any STD’s.” The swab sampled the semen that was running down john’s crotch and disappeared behind the wall. “Good news, you are in fine health for a woman your age. No diseases found!” the doctor said, a little too happily a short time later.

“Let’s get that biopsy taken care of, shall we?”

John felt something abstractly cold being swabbed over his now numb cock. “The computer is applying a topical antibiotic. This may sting a little.” Lidocaine or no lidocaine, John cried out in agony as the biopsy needle sampled his cock. He lay there, restrained and panting in agony while the sample retreated back into the wall. After several minutes, the computer’s arms reattached John’s chastity plate, once again trapping his numbed junk behind it. He began to weep.

Dr. Phillips smiled. “The tests came back benign. We’ll revisit that growth on a regular basis, just to make certain that things don’t change. And to further prevent any future discomfort during your pelvic exams, the computer has logged the proper angle of entrance for the speculum into your vagina.

“But you are good to go to meet the patrons! Maybe you’ll meet the man if your dreams soon!” The video doctor said.

John was sobbing as the table set him upright. He was punished severely several times before he sluggishly moved to get dressed and put his makeup on, his penis throbbing with pain uncomfortably behind his plate. He was supposed to be freed, not given a clean bill of health as a woman! What had happened? Why wasn’t he released?

John was despondent the rest of the day and said little to his friends. He went through the rest of the day in a fog. He had to be **** to take his pills and prepare for bed that evening. He fell asleep, the computer whispering suggestions in his ears, dreading what would happen the next day.