Elsie's Embarrassing Checkup

I sat in the waiting room, tapping my foot nervously. Doctor Andrew had said this would be an intensive visit.

"Elsie?" called a nurse.

I walked up to her, and she led me back into a room labeled "Special Exam Room". Everything in this room was pink--the ceiling, the floor, the exam table, and the folded pajamas set carefully upon it.

"Please take off all your clothes and change into the pajamas. Make sure you take off your bra and panties too," the nurse instructed. "Doctor Andrew will see you shortly."

When she shut the door, I did as I was told, stripping out of my clothes and underwear. I picked up the pajamas and looked at them more closely. They were one piece, as if a set of pink pajama shorts had fused with a collared pink pajama shirt, creating a sort of romper. It buttoned all the way down the front with big white buttons, through the crotch, and up the back a little ways.

I unbuttoned the pajama romper and stepped inside it. I was just buttoning the final button, when there was a knock on the door.

Doctor Andrew stepped inside. "Have a seat, Elsie."

I did so, and he did likewise, sitting on a stool before the exam table.

He looked me over. "You look good, sweetheart, are you happy with the HRT?"

"Oh yes, definitely," I said, trying not to sound nervous.

He put a hand on my leg. "There's no need to be nervous about today's visit, I just need to get some data about how your body has changed since you just hit two years on hormones."

"Okay," I said, still a bit unsure.

"You look very pretty in pink," said Doctor Andrew.

"Thanks," I said shyly.

He measured my height and weighed me, marking down the results on a clipboard.

Doctor Andrew had me sit back down. "Now, this next part can be a little embarrassing for some patients."

"Yeah?" I asked nervously.

"Yes," said Doctor Andrew, "but there's nothing to worry about, I'll be here the whole time to help you get through it. It'll be a lot easier if you're a good girl for me, can you do that Elsie?"

I nodded, my heart racing too quickly for my mouth to form words.

"Now, lie back on the pillow. That's a good girl. I just need to open a few buttons to see how your breasts are coming along."

I didn't protest as he unbuttoned my pajamas, revealing my small breasts. "Good girl, how are you feeling?"

"Nervous," I admitted.

"There's nothing to be worried about, sweetie." He made some notes on his clipboard. "It looks like your breasts are coming in nicely," he said.

He touched them with both hands, cupping them softly from underneath. I was too stunned to protest. "How does that feel, Elsie?"

"Um, fine," I said quickly.

"Any sensitivity?"

"A bit."

"How about now?" He brushed my nipples with each of his thumbs, slowly back and forth.

I could feel my face and chest grow hot with embarrassment. "Um, really sensitive," I admitted.

"Good." He buttoned me back up. "That wasn't so hard, was it Elsie?"

I was breathing deeply. "I guess," I managed to say.

"Poor girl," crooned Doctor Andrew, petting my leg. "Would you like to take a break or get the rest over with?"

"We can keep going, I guess."

"Good girl. I just need to undo a few buttons between your legs."

I guess the look on my face betrayed my discomfort, because he added "There's nothing to worry about, sweetheart, it'll be over before you know it."

I put a hand over my crotch. "I don't know..."

He put a hand on my leg, rubbing softly with his thumb. "Elsie, you have nothing to be worried about. Are you embarrassed?"

"Yeah, I just don't really feel comfortable..."

"Elsie," said Doctor Andrew, "I told you I would be here the whole time to help you through it, didn't I?"

"Yeah."

"What is there to be embarrassed about?"

I was silent for a moment. "I don't know, I just am."

"Sweetheart, you promised to be a good girl for me. Now, would a good girl keep covering herself, or would she move her hand and let me inspect her?"

Shakily, I put my hand back at my side. I felt everything as he unbuttoned me--the light brush of fabric against my penis, the soft pressure as he pushed the buttons through their holes, the cool air against my foreskin.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Elsie," said Doctor Andrew. "You're a very beautiful girl."

He held the head of my penis lightly between two fingers as he produced a ruler from his lab coat with the other hand. "Elsie, sweetheart, you're barely an inch long. Does that cause any problems for you?"

I felt my face turn crimson. I tried to speak, but I could not.

"Is it possible for you to masturbate, Elsie?"

I closed my eyes, wishing I would wake up and find this all to be nothing more than a highly embarrassing dream. When that didn't work, I managed to say "Um, I haven't tried."

"That's perfectly okay, Elsie," assured Doctor Andrew. "How does this feel?" He rubbed my head lightly through my foreskin with his thumb and forefinger.

I squirmed slightly, putting my hand on his. "Please..."

He kept rubbing. "Elsie, I can't help you if you won't cooperate."

"It feels good," I admitted at last.

"Good girl. Thank you for being honest with me, I know this is embarrassing. We're almost done with your penis inspection, just one more little thing."

He pulled back my foreskin, revealing my soft little cherry-red head.

"It looks like the stimulation is causing some wetness to bubble up. No need to be embarrassed, Elsie, it's perfectly natural. Now, how does this feel?"

He rubbed me with his thumb and forefinger once more. The sensation was even more pleasurable, his fingers slipping and sliding in my wetness, my bare head straining with arousal.

I squirmed, but he continued rubbing. "Elsie, use your words, how does it feel?"

"Good," I managed to say.

"It's a little more intense on your bare little tip, isn't it Elsie?"

I nodded, gasping for breath.

He removed his hand, leaving me twitching and wet, lying back on the table.

Doctor Andrew buttoned me back up.

"Are we done?" I asked hopefully.

"Just one more thing, sweetie. I need a sample of your ejaculate."

"Okay," I said nervously.

"But since you've never masturbated before, sweetie, I don't feel comfortable letting you produce the sample on your own."

My heart began to pound in my chest once more. What did he mean? What was he going to do to me?

"Would it help if I walked you through what's going to happen?"

I nodded.

"First, I'll have you lay with your face against the bed and your bottom in the air. I'll unbutton your jammies, and it'll be just like before, just a little rub."

I put my face in my hands. "I don't know if I can do it."

"I'll help you through it, sweetheart, there's no reason to feel embarrassed."

Resignedly, I assumed the position and allowed him to unbutton me once again.

Doctor Andrew held a plastic sample cup under me with one hand, and with his other he resumed rubbing.

"Just breathe, sweetie, it'll be over in no time at all."

I closed my eyes tightly, ashamed to be in such a position in front of the doctor. As he rubbed and rubbed, my breath grew ragged and it was hard to keep quiet.

"If you need to moan, Elsie, let it out. It's okay if you like it."

I did my best not to, but soon it was impossible to keep quiet.

"Good girl," said Doctor Andrew. "Do you feel like you're close to losing control?"

I nodded, my face shoved against the pillow.

"Good girl, Elsie, you can let it out. Just relax your body and lose control into my hand."

I closed my eyes, my pleasure building and building. Then, all at once, I lost control. Pleasure bloomed throughout my lower body. My little penis twitched uncontrollably in Doctor Andrew's hand, releasing a slippery stream of clear ejaculate right into the sample cup.

"Good girl," he crooned as he squeezed out every last drop. He rubbed softer and softer, and then at last removed his hand.