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I don’t know why I forgot to wear men’s briefs that day, perhaps I was just so used to the comfortable feel of silk panties I didn’t even think about it when I got dressed. Maybe I had an unconscious desire to be caught; literally to have my little secret uncovered. So here I was at the walk-in clinic, with no desire to go home and change, just on the off chance I might be caught wearing women’s underwear. Surely, if I had to disrobe they would give me one of those gowns to wear.
It was the end of the day, and I could see from the full waiting room at that it had been a busy one. After nearly an hour I heard my name called. Looking up from the six-month old magazine, I saw that I would be the last patient of the day. The pretty young nurse’s assistant directed me to a room at the end of the hall. As I stepped inside she opened a cabinet and pulled out one of those short cotton gowns that barely cover anything.
“Here you go,” she said cheerily, her eyes roaming the length of my 6-foot frame, “Disrobe and slip this on. The nurse will be with you in minute or two.”
I knew from experience this would probably be another long wait and since the room was a bit chilly, I took my time getting undressed. Unfortunately this time I was wrong. I had shucked everything else and was just dropping my panties when the door swiftly opened behind me, and a whoosh of cool air swept between my bare thighs. I spun around, grabbing the thin yellow gown to hold out in a feeble attempt to cover myself. I forgot my panties, which now lay bunched around my ankles.
“Sorry,” The young woman in the lab coat offered, “Not quite ready were you?” She smiled, apparently amused by my discomfiture.
Flushing red, I attempted a comeback but words failed me. She was strikingly beautiful. Her eyes flashed with cool green fire as my own eyes roved quickly over her well-curved figure. Her two large breasts struggled against the confines of the prim white uniform. I could see the white lace of her brassiere peeking out from between the overstressed buttons. I struggled for words but merely stammered.
“Relax hon,” she said reassuringly. “I’m the nurse. I need to ask you some questions first.”
She bent down to scoop up my briefs, took a good look at them, and froze. I was so embarrassed that I barely noticed the excellent view down her blouse at her tanned cleavage. She stood up, holding the filmy, powder-blue panties on the end of her finger, and fixed me with a knowing smile.
“Hmm. . .Charming,” she said, holding the panties out on the end of her finger, “You could have left these on. . .” When I reached out she teasingly snatched them away.
“. . .But there’s no harm now in leaving them off now. . .that is unless you’re uncomfortable?”
Without waiting for my answer she turned and hung them on a wall hook, then smiled as if she had just mounted a trophy. Struggling to regain my composure, I fumbled to unfold the gown and conceal myself better. She reached out and grabbed the sleeves, holding them open for me while nonchalantly looking over the top at my exposed genitals.
“Hmm. . .Uh-huh. . .There you go,” she said, winking as I slid my arms into it. “Now let’s get these strings tied.”
The nurse stepped around to face my back and her warm soft hand brushed mine. My cock was now fully erect, its sensitive head brushing against the front of the gown. I bent over a little so it wouldn’t show as much, but this caused the back to open up. She was now presented with a clear view of my ass, which she managed to preserve by putting her fingers between the gown’s edges, ostensibly to work on the closure strings.
“These are a little difficult aren’t they?” she said casually, tying the string at the top then moving down to tie the next one. Her fingernails were scraping my back ever so lightly, sending shivers up and down my spine that I was sure she noticed.
“Th-thanks,” I mumbled, trying to keep my back toward her to hid my huge erection.
Even as she tied the top, her leg was close enough to keep the gown hanging open at the bottom. I felt the starched cloth of her uniform rub against my buttocks and tried to think of something else. Finishing, she quickly sidestepped around to face me from the front again. I tried to hide the “tentpole” in front of my gown by bending over again, but she put a firm hand on my shoulder and stopped me. Her gaze fell downward to take in the gown’s bulge, where my erection poked stiffly outward. My cock twitched involuntarily beneath the thin cotton material. There was a small wet spot where my pre-come had soaked through. She smiled ever so slightly, and picked up a clipboard from where she had laid it on the counter.
“Please, sit down,” she said, “Let’s start by going over your medical history.”
I sat in the chair where she indicated, its cold vinyl sneaking through the open crack in the gown and sending another shiver up my spine. I folded my hands and used them to cover my lap. She noticed this and reached out to grasp my knee as she sat down on a stool across from me.
“Relax honey,” she said, her green eyes mocking me, “I’ve seen it anyway, and in your case there isn’t much to hide.” I flushed red as she added, “I can see why you might want to dress like a girl.”
I answered all of the medical history questions as best I could. My erection subsided a little but I kept my hands where they were. By the time the nurse finished and put the clipboard aside my erection had shrunk to a manageable size.
“Now what brings you in here today, missy?” she asked.
“Well, I’ve been having back and leg pains,” I replied, trying to ignore the insult. “Also some abdominal cramping.”
She had me stand up and began poking and prodding my stomach and kidneys. As her fingers reached the top of my groin area I felt the surge of another erection coming on. She pretended to ignore the movement of the gown and continued prodding me. Finally she told me to sit on the end of the exam table.
“I need to take your temperature,” she said, reaching into a drawer, “and for you I think we’ll do it rectally. Lay back, pull your knees up to your chest and hold them.”
I did as she instructed, which presented my asshole to her in all its wide-open splendor. She greased the end of the thermometer and swirled it around the opening for a moment. Then she plunged it into me and held it, her fingers resting lightly against my sphincter. Her other hand lay lightly on my ass cheek. I was now as hard as a rock and ready to explode.
“Have you had normal bowel movements recently?”
“Not really,” I replied, trying to be calm. Then I instantly regretted what I had said, as it dawned on me what the next ritual might be.
“Hmmm. . .” She had me describe this more in great detail. Finally she pulled the thermometer out and made a notation on her clipboard.
“Why don’t we give you an enema before we let a doctor see you.” She didn’t phrase it like a question so I knew she was not waiting for my opinion on the matter.
“Scoot up here and lie on your side, girlie”, she said grasping my arm with one hand and leg with the other. “Lift this knee up. . .that’s it.” Her manner had suddenly become more dominating. She got out a pair of rubber gloves and put them on with an authoritative snap.
I lay there facing the wall while she pulled my gown completely open in back. A minute later I felt her rub something greasy against my sphincter. Her finger darted inside me for a brief moment and I gasped. I had another raging hard-on at this point—fortunately hidden by the gown over my front. I heard water in the sink run and cupboard doors opening, then her hand was on my buttock again.
“Just relax now,” she said, her fingers spreading my buttocks apart. She pressed the cool nozzle against my exposed hole, paused to be sure it was centered, then shoved it briskly inward. The nozzle’s end was rather large and I winced in pain at the sudden intrusion. Once again she casually laid a smooth hand on my exposed ass-cheek. A moment later the warm liquid began to flood my bowels. After a minute I felt a firm pat on my rear.
“Now you stay still, honey. I’m going to step out for minute.”
The door opened and closed leaving me alone with a bag, a hose, and a raging hard-on. The strain was too much. I moved my hand around front, hiked the gown up, and started slowly jerking off. I was just about ready to climax when I heard the door whoosh open again. I froze in mid-stroke, and reached to cover myself, knowing it was too late.
“Oh!” A female voice I didn’t recognize exclaimed, “What are you doing? Nurse!”
Still facing the wall, I heard footsteps approach the exam table. My gown was briskly pulled aside to reveal my throbbing cock, pulsing bright red, pre-come glistening on its head. I craned my head around to find the nurse and her young assistant hovering over me, both of their faces flushed with anger.
More nurses and female assistants entered the room, watching me trying to cover up. One of them pointed and they all turned to see my blue panties hanging on the wall hook. There was some giggling and whispering as the assistant explained my “crime.”
“Well, sissy,” the nurse’s voice boomed mockingly, “Having a little fun are we?”
The door remained open and I could hear more women whispering, this time from the hallway. I felt a tug on the hose as someone checked the contents of the enema bag, now nearly empty.
“Okay, everyone out!” It was the nurse’s voice, angry now.
As soon as the door was shut she turned to me and ran the nozzle a little farther up my ass, getting my full attention. Not a word was said until she was sure the entire contents of the bag had been emptied into me. She kept moving the nozzle around to emphasize how upset she was.
“This is a CLINIC, in case you hadn’t noticed. Your disgusting conduct is an insult to my staff.”
“I’m s-sorry,” I managed to stammer.
She still had hold of the nozzle in one hand, while her other hand gripped my arm. She twisted the nozzle around inside of me as she watched me wince in pain.
“Now you probably feel like you have to empty this out, don’t you?” Her voice was low and menacing. My reply was cut off by a grunt of pain as she shoved the nozzle in deeper.
“Well you can just keep your butt cheeks clamped together for a moment while we talk.” She slapped her hand across my ass for emphasis. “You don’t seem to have much respect for me or the other people who work here do you?”
I started to answer but she cut me off with a glare and a sharp twist of the nozzle. I remained quiet and concentrated on keeping my buttocks pressed together. The liquid was sloshing around in me, urging for release. The nurse, seeming to enjoy my discomfiture, took her time.
“I could have you arrested you know,” she said thoughtfully. “Lewd behavior, exhibitionism, etc.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” She was nearly shouting.
“I hope not,” she said leaning close to my ear and speaking in a confidential tone, “In fact I think you are the type who likes to be told what to do, instead of the other way around. Am I right?”
“Yes ma’am,” I replied, trying to give her answers she wanted so she wouldn’t prolong the one-sided conversation. I desperately needed to go to the bathroom, but dared not say anything unbidden.
“You’re a sissy who wears girl’s panties too aren’t you?”
She nodded at the wall hook where my panties were prominently displayed. I nodded—there was no point in denying it.
“You WILL cooperate now,” she continued, her voice rising in volume, “so we can clear this up without getting the police involved, won’t you, sissy?” Her threatening tone was implicit.
“Yes. . .ma’am. I’ll do anything you want.” The thought of a nasty encounter with the police and the possibility of public embarrassment was an unwelcome one.
“Good,” she said decisively. “We have an agreement then. Let’s get you cleaned up, then set you up with another appointment.”
This was too easy I thought, relieved. She turned and began rummaging through a drawer. I lay there hoping for her permission to relieve my aching bowels when suddenly I felt my ass cheeks pried apart. The nurse immediately began pressing some kind of plug into my dripping hole. It was too fat to enter at first and I grunted in pain. She ignored my protests and moment later had shoved the plug all the way in. I breathed a sigh of relief as my ass closed back around the narrow base.
She clutched my arms and pulled me upright and off the exam table. Then she pulled the gown off me with a brisk motion.
“You won’t need this, since you seem to like exposing yourself.”
Then she swung the door swing open and motioned me out. Suddenly a cramp from the enema fluid sloshing around inside forced me to bend over. I heard laughter and snickering from the hallway. When the cramp subsided I looked up to see no less than four women looking at me. Their expressions ranged from amused to hostile. Naked, flushing red from embarrassment and with a large plug planted uncomfortably in my ass I was led out into the hallway and down to a large bathroom.
Unfortunately it was large enough for two of the women to stand beside me as they backed me around to face the door. My cock was now fully exposed wagging obscenely at half-mast, inducing a few snide comments from the two remaining women who stood in the doorway watching.
“Here sissy-girl, squat down” the nurse said, pushing me down toward the toilet. “Now, on the count of one I want you to reach down and pull the plug out of your ass. On the count of two, I want you to sit down, and on three, empty yourself. Okay?” I nodded, squatting down and reaching back to where I could feel the end of the butt-plug..
I pulled the plug out, then strained to keep the fluid from exploding out of me.
“Two!” a chorus of laughing voices came at me and I sat down, still managing to hold in the torrent pushing against my strained bowels.
“Three!” The screaming laughter from the women almost drowned the sound of me voiding myself into the bowl. I managed to thrust my swollen cock down between my thighs, hiding it from view. This elicited even more laughter.
There was a large shower stall in the room, large enough for wheelchair and assistant I presumed. The nurse pushed me into it, and had me lay on the cold plastic floor. I heard some whispering outside the stall and a moment later a pretty young assistant stepped into the stall. I immediately noticed that she had removed her shoes and panty-hose.
“Close your eyes, sissy,” the nurse ordered, and I immediately complied.
I heard shuffling, then the back of someone’s bare ankles touched against the top of my shoulders. When I felt a presence near my face, followed by the unmistakable smell of a woman’s vagina I slit my eyelids open just a little. The young assistant was squatting right over my face, her brown bush parted to reveal her slick cunt lips.
“Keep your eyes closed, sissy,” the nurse commanded sharply. “But open your mouth—wide!”
Just as I opened my mouth, expecting the girl to lower her dripping pussy onto it, a torrent of warm urine gushed out. I spluttered and coughed, starting to get up.
“Stay still!” the nurse yelled, planting her foot on my crotch, the threat obvious.
So I laid there while the girl emptied her bladder on me. Her piss streamed down my face and into my ears, nose and hair. I could hear the others laughing right outside the stall. Finally my tormentor stood up and sprayed her feet clean with the spray-hose. As she stepped out someone handed her a towel and she wiped her feet dry. I began to get up.
“Not so fast, sissy!” the nurse said, pushing me back down with a firm kick. “Anyone else need to go?”
Outside the stall door I could see two women kick off their shoes and begin pulling down their panty-hose. Surprisingly, I didn’t mind the thought of repeat performances; I even managed to get a good close-up look at each of their swollen cunts just before they unleashed their stream of piss on me. Of course I wound up gagging on their piss each time, finally vomiting on myself, to the laughter and amusement of my all-girl audience.
Finally The nurse handed me the spray nozzle and told me to clean up, and quickly. When I finished she handed me a towel, then took it away as soon as I had dried myself off. Then I was led back to the exam room, still without the protection of a gown. This time the door was left open for the benefit of my new audience.
“Time for your exam, sissy” The nurse patted the exam table and motioned me toward it.
I was made to sit on one end of the examination table. Hands pushed my chest backward until I was lying back onto the paper table cover. I heard a clanking noise as the nurse reached below the end of the examining table and pulled on something. Then several pairs of hands were lifting my legs and bringing my knees up toward my chest.
“Slip your feet into these,” she said.
My feet were placed in the stirrups. Then, I felt her pulling on my hips.
I found that my butt was now hanging slightly over the end of the table. My legs were spread open and positioned in the stirrups. It occurred to me that this was a position more appropriate for a woman’s pelvic exam. I lay fully exposed but because of the gown stretched between my knees I couldn’t see my cock, which I now felt hardening again. Someone crouched down between my knees and put her fingers lightly the inside of my thighs, as if to spread them further. Her breath washed across my flesh, causing my cock to twitch convulsively.
I heard someone open a cupboard and unscrew the lid of a jar. A moment later hands were spreading my buttocks even further apart. I felt a greasy stroke of finger against my anus, then she plunged a smooth gloved finger inside, its passage aided by the grease.
“Unnhhh. . .” I grunted involuntarily at the intrusion.
“My oh my,” exclaimed a voice, “We have a problem.”
“Oh, yes,” another voice exclaimed. “Looks like a tight one.” More laughter, followed by murmurs and whispering, then the sound of a drawer being opened and the clanking of metal inside.
“Hmmm. . .This should do,” the nurse said turning to face me.
In her hand she held a shiny stainless-steel device with a tubular end. I guessed it was a speculum—a type of instrument commonly used for vaginal exams. It was also quite large. I could not imagine that my rectum would accommodate it, despite the earlier stretching it had received, and I said so.
“Slap! Slap!” Her open handed blows landed painfully across my ex
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