The Gynecologist

YNECO

BY SUN

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y has finally come, and I have no choice but to do this. The best mom in the world, wh

large, white and red building

my spine as I read it. Everything about the hospital seems so spotlessly clean, as almost all hospitals do, yet my s

it depr

g my favorite stuffed toy, a panda, with me in excitement. Having a metal fence on my teeth for almost three years was like having a mouth full of metal, and when I finally got them removed, it felt a hundred times

take another step closer towa

I ha

smile and tender soft brown eyes glinting in the morning sun

th unaware. With sudden determination, I nod at her. A rush of rubbing alcohol

here exactly we need to go. I look at the sign on the wall with

nes twerking upon see

Jacobs, OB/G

one seeing my mos

closest elevato

lingering on the re

eyes fixed on the steel doors that have closed in front of

this, okay?" she whispers reassuringly. I can feel the familiar light

mediately ahead an island of a reception area welc

ppointment with Dr. Jacobs

thick eyeliners behind the glass window hands me

ming manner. My eyebrows instinctively rise up; I was

ck distracts me

and makes its way down the hall. I walk over to a chair in the waiting room, as far away from everyone else as I can pos

th specificity because I really don't remember the exact

ak of nature and have gone

while since that dwarf-like little angel went to the comfort room. Anyway, as far as I know, no one in my fami

portion of the interrogation. It contains a lot of

I put a big, bold, and pretty

ual partners

you giv

t time you had s

xual partner first, then w

My circles get a little less perfect or bold as I ans

medical caregiver of your sexual health, and she won't judge or wo

e experience from more than two partners

wenty. Someday, I know I'll be experienci

ne person to help yo

y enters my mind. Swimming through my thoughts are vag

are you rememb

o

y home that night with my upper thighs gliding smoothly against each other. Friction was

d quickly finish the paperwork. I return them to the station and sit

and down rapidly as I loo

or routine, annual checkups, unlike me who is dreading not only my first vaginal pe

-reacting Aw

are apparently located. I stand up and feel my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest; I can literally hear it. Leadin

a urine sample. Just follow the in

ut toilet bowls, but I nod obediently

ng my eyes. I quickly scan the instructions and then pull my leggings down and start to

small window. The bathroom is adjoined with a small laboratory. Before goin

is this bea

40-year old teacher who l

your hyperbo

w stressed yo

e seem more prominent today, and my lips are dry as a barren desert. My hair is a total mess, with random strands

three years rather than three minutes. I follow her back to a small room where there is some basic medical equipment: sc

rams (120 pounds) respectively. Oh great,

ably it will be horrible, given that my pulse has been racing continuously since bef

ngling –another reason why I hate hospitals, because

ter pulling out the earpieces of he

ttle

probably just from nerves. Relax, Dr. Gr

rien

a mischi

. "Uh, I think my mother scheduled

ly recovers. "We sent a message to the number th

dds, "Dr. Jacobs has had an emergency

need a gynecologist, and this is going to be awful no matter who

, o

to side. Judging her whole physique from the back, she can be a model, but I whisk those r

not so

rresponding specialties engraved on metal plates. My body convulses slightly in the dreadful anti

or at the end of the long hall, she

octor that was engraved on the metal plate on the door

colo

rgest wall, there's a huge portrait of a woman's upper torso in an erotic side-lying position, reaching from t

entory of the desk: a mug of most probably cold coffee, a clipboard, a personal computer, st

in question. It is ki

on the table. Certainly, nothing is very fe

lightly reclined, and there are the infamous metal foot holders, comically called stirrups , on either side at the end. The le

with my legs spread for

ide is a cabinet with drawers and on top of it a large microscope. There is also a large metal tray with very scary looking metal too

k below them. The counter is lined with boxes of alcohol swabs, glove

ll. I will be leaving you here. Just undress and put on this

e everything, right?" I

" she asks, glancing at my file again, t

uisitiveness which seems

good

or does she rea

oments," she mutters something indecipherable before disappearing through the do

, and stomach doing flips, all of the above. My body clearly senses that it

h contains a mint green paper gown with flowery designs. I can t

ies, except, as Nurse F. had instructed me, mine was to be open in the front. I puff out an

f – being naked in front of another person,

th equally.

bra off, and fold the two items before setting them asi

s baldness. Last night, I shaved everything down there up to the last bit around the crinkled brown opening of my butt, just to be sure to look n

n walking in on me in our adjoining bathroom like five years ago. That bastard had seen me naked, and I still remember

he flimsy gown so that it won't gape open the way it is trying to. I feel half naked, which I act

ctor already. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, purse my

read

e words "Come in," the doorknob turns and my heart

, Emi

to peer around the do

when the doctor fin

a min

be conti