She's late, but you get your samples anyway

For the second time today, you're waiting for someone else, only this time you're in the small clinic attached to the University labs and feeling far more sympathetic. Yasmina has a difficult home life. She's only able to be your research subject because of her wealthy Father's scientific illiteracy. He's somehow got it in his head that your work might lead to a cure for what he calls his daughter's curse. Used to getting his own way like only a rich man can be, he doesn't realize that's utterly impossible, nor has he guessed that you share the same affliction. You allow these misunderstandings to continue so you can help the poor girl, and hopefully get her to understand that there's nothing wrong with what she is.

It took a while to pry her out of the shell, but over the past few months you've developed a decent rapport with the shy Arab girl, including telling her the truth about you and your research. You like to think you've helped her a lot since then, just by showing her your kind can lead a normal life. She seems to have grown a little in confidence at least, to the point where she's decided on her own to hide the truth from her Father just so that she can help with your research and enjoy conversation with someone who doesn't view her as a mistake of nature. Unfortunately, she still worships the ground he walks on and the few subtle attempts you've made to pry her away from him have just led to her clamming up.

"Sorry I'm late, Professor!" She stumbles in, at last, wearing the usual shapeless dress and black hijab over her hair. Her father's not even religious, but he makes her hide herself anyway. A shame, she's such a pretty girl under all that. When you were her age, you'd have killed for a body like hers, petite and slender for a New Female, unlike your own awkward teenage lankiness that made you hit your head on every low-hanging door. "My Father's car wouldn't start, and you know he doesn't let anyone else drive me."

"It's not a problem." You smile up at the younger girl from behind your desk, trying to project an aura of calm even as you silently fume at the bastard's bigotry. "Please, take a seat." She scurries over and sits herself down in the chair across from you, lips curling into a shy little smile as she meets your gaze. It's a massive improvement from the early days, where she would hardly even look at you and answered any questions in a dull monotone. "So tell me, Yasmina, how have things been?" You ask gently.

"Fine." She nods hurriedly, but you can tell when she's holding back by now. Poor girl has an absolutely terrible poker face. You just smile and keep quiet, knowing eventually she'll spill whatever's got her worried. "There is maybe...one thing. " She says, at last, her brown cheeks flushing even darker. "Professor....I think it's um...getting bigger, maybe?"

"I see." You nod. "I'll take a look at that while I get my samples, just to make sure there aren't any problems." She gasps with relief. Her father refuses to take her to a doctor, terrified of someone discovering their secret shame, and you're familiar enough with New Female physiology that you've helped her with a couple of minor health issues over the past half a year. You're not worried at the moment. She's only eighteen, and your own cock didn't stop growing until you you were past twenty. Puberty for a New Female is a long and rather distressing process. "Would you like to get changed?" You gesture at the curtained booth in the corner of the lab.

She blushes again and hurries over there. You sit back and wait, listening to the rustling of clothes as she strips off and pulls on the hospital gown you have waiting there. It was far more difficult in the early days taking samples from a girl who was so utterly ashamed of her body. Now she seems to trust you. Even so you're painfully aware that you still haven't managed to make her see being a New Female isn't as horrifying as she thinks.

Maybe it's because deep down you still find yourself struggling with those same feelings of self-loathing. No matter how many times your Dad tells you otherwise, you've always blamed yourself for your Mother's abandonment. You couldn't be the perfect, girly daughter she wanted, not when wearing a flowery sundress to one of her friend's tea parties meant a bulge in your crotch humiliating her. You were always a freak to her. She screamed it in your face enough times that the words have sunk into your psyche, one of those raw wounds people carry from childhood that never really heal properly.

Then there were the other girls at school. While you refused to give them the satisfaction of showing them how their taunts affected you, you still found yourself sobbing into a pillow more times than you can count growing up. Wishing your stupid cock would just drop off so you could be normal. Even now, you don't quite have the courage to be proud of what you are, to even tell anyone unless it's absolutely necessary. You let people think you're just an ordinary woman because you can't face the thought of them looking at you with disgust again.

Yasmina emerges from the booth and you straighten, fixing that same calm smile on your face. She's wearing only a light blue hospital gown, her silky black hair cascading down her back. You stiffen slightly, she's never taken off her hijab as well. Smiling at you, the younger girl turns a little on the spot, shyly playing with the hem of her gown. You find yourself blushing, staring at the smooth, coffee-colored skin of her thighs. Stranger still, that familiar tingling between your legs makes you shift on your seat. Usually it's only cute boys who make you feel this way.

"Uh, Yasmina, if you could sit down in the usual place again." You gesture at the modified gynecologist's chair waiting against one wall. Still blushing, she walks over to it, and you could have sworn she's wiggling her hips a little more than normal. You swallow hard, and glance away, struggling to stop yourself from staring at the way the robe's pulled tight over her round butt. As she climbs up onto the chair, you rise to join her, forcing yourself to view what you're about to do with your usual scientific detachment. Your research requires samples of a rather intimate nature, and she did want you to check her penis anyway. Just like an ordinary gyno chair there are stirrups she's laid her legs in, leaving her soft thighs them splayed wide open, and what's between them open to you. Thoughts like that are very unwelcome in this situation, and you hurriedly push them away as you pull on a pair of surgical gloves. "Roll up your gown, just the usual way's enough." You tell her.

She nods, her hands shaking as she reaches down to the hem of the gown. You try not to stare as she rolls the fabric slowly up her smooth thighs, but it's rather hard to pull your gaze away from all that creamy brown skin. As soon as the robe slips high enough, her cock pops out from underneath. It's really hard, pointing stiffly up towards her belly and twitching slightly in the cool air of the clinic.

"Sorry professor." She squeaks, her voice trembling with shame. "It's...always getting like this now."

"Don't be. That's quite normal for a New Female your age." You smile, remembering all your embarrassing teenage erections. There were a good few years you used to get one every time you so much as looked at a boy. "I'm just going to check everything's alright down there, if that's okay?"

You give her a look, and she nods again. While she's shivering slightly and blushing hot, she doesn't seem as embarrassed as you'd expect to be popping an erection in front of you. Maybe she really is getting more comfortable with her body.

Smiling to yourself at the thought, you reach down to examine her cock. It's a rather cute one in your opinion, a good few inches smaller than the monster you have between your own legs. The brown skin of her shaft is girly and smooth, with only a few downy hairs near the base. You're very careful to be as clinical as possible, running your gloved hand up and down the length, checking for any lumps. She's wriggling a little in the chair, bucking her hips and breathing rather loudly. Clearly she's getting uncomfortable, so you try to finish as quickly as possible.

Your hand slips under her to cup her two balls, just a bit larger than the average male's and held tightly in a smooth, hairless sack. You need to check them for lumps too, so you gently run your fingers over each testicle in turn. She's moaning now, and you see to your shock a pearly drop of pre-cum glistening on the top of her throbbing cock. Is she...getting turned on by this? Not a problem, you suppose. The manual stimulation would have made you horny as well when you were that age. It must be so terribly embarrassing for her, but you need to make sure she's healthy.

You gently lift her sack out of the way and lean over to examine the slit hidden underneath them. Just like any New Female's it outwardly resembles a healthy vagina in every way, down to the glistening secretions that again suggest the poor girl is feeling a little hot and bothered by your hands. She's probably too ashamed to even masturbate, so all this stimulation must be terribly intense for her. Holding her balls up, you reach under with your gloves to run a few fingers over her lower lips, checking for discharge or anything else awry. A hoarse moan escapes her lips as you gently touch the swollen skin.

"Sorry, Yasmina." You gasp, pulling your hand away. "Did I hurt you?"

"Oh no, Professor." She gasps, panting hotly like she's just run a marathon. "I'm fine." Her cock is so very hard, veins popping out along the length as it throbs forlornly in the cool air of the clinic. Poor thing. You only get in this kind of state when you see a cute boy you like very much indeed.

"Well, everything seems alright down there." You nod with satisfaction, making sure your voice is as calm and professional as possible to spare her any further embarrassment. "Now I'll just get to collecting a few samples, and you can be on your way."

"Yes Professor." She nods, her lip trembling sadly. Oh dear, she is upset about her erection after all. You'll have to be extra gentle while getting your samples, and maybe you can slip her a chocolate bar or something once you're done.