An unusual practice.

Some years ago I moved to a small village in Wales. This was partly to enable a return to my Welsh roots, but also to create a new start as I transitioned. I began living full time as a girl and adopted my mothers maiden name of Jones.

It was a sleepy little place, the locals were reserved but polite and seemed to have accepted me. They minded their business and I minded mine which suited me perfectly.

Shortly after moving into the village I registered at the small medical practice using my new preferred prefix of Mx and soon after I received a letter saying that my Doctor would be Dr Llewelyn.

Dr Llewelyn was a tall mature man with wavy greying hair, he reminded me a little of Gregory Peck. He mostly wore a tweed suit with brown brogues and often carried a well worn leather medical case. He was very well respected in the village and always appeared to have a calm demeanour. I had occasionally seen him making house calls to the elderly lady across the road. He always smiled and waved if he saw me.

I’d had no reason to visit the medical practice since I’d registered but a few days ago a letter had arrived asking me to make an appointment for an examination.

Perhaps I should first explain that although I’ve had breast augmentation surgery and facial feminisation surgery I have no intention for any surgery down below. I’m very happy with my lovely penis and I regularly gain an immense amount of pleasure from it.

So, although I live and present as a girl I am correctly registered as Male on my medical records.

A request to book a prostate examination was therefore quite in order, so I called and booked an appointment with Dr Llewelyn.

On the afternoon of the appointment I ensured that I was completely smooth, not a hair on my body from the eyelashes down. I showered and after douching and redouching several times I was spotlessly clean both inside and out.

I arrived at the medical centre a few mins early at 17:55 and went to the counter.

The receptionist took my name and asked me to take a seat.

It was quiet and I thought that possibly I could be the last patient of the day.

After a few minutes I heard a buzzer, the receptionist looked up and said , “Ms Jones, the doctor is ready to see you now. Please could you go through to the examination room and take your clothes off behind the screen”.

I hear her tell the Doctor “your last patient is Ms Jones, she’s here for an internal examination and she’s gone through to get ready for you”.

“Thank you” Dr Llewelyn says to the receptionist, “As that’s the last patient you can finish now and get off home”.

I had already taken off my wrap dress, and was just about to remove my black lace panties and bra when Dr Llewelyn enters the examination room. “He is wearing a white doctors coat with a shirt and tie beneath, in his hand he has a stethoscope.

He looks at me and says

“Hello Miss Jones, I’ll be with you shortly. I just need to collect your medical notes.

When you’ve finished getting undressed can you hop up onto the examination chair”?

“ Yes Doctor” I say feeling slightly self conscious as I stand before him in my heels and sexy underwear.

I can’t see any point in removing my sheer hold up stockings and shiny Black stilettos so I decide to leave them on.

There is a large stainless steel gynaecology examination chair in the centre of the room.

It looks like a relic from the 1950’s, well used and very sturdy. It has a complex array of shiny metal levers and clamps to accommodate various positions.

I sit on the edge of the black vinyl seat and lean against the inclined backrest, the rigid black vinyl covering is cold and I detect a vague smell of disinfectant.

I look around the room and see large medical charts on the wall, one showing internal organs and another showing male and female reproductive organs.

Nearby is a stainless steel medical stand, on the top tier of which are packs of surgical gloves, tubes of lubricant and a box of large syringes.

Lower down there are shiny metal trays which I’m sure will contain an array of speculums and dilators amongst other examination instruments.

Just as my imagination is starting to run away with me I hear the sharp tap of Dr Llewelyn’s metal heel tips on the other side of the curtain as he walks back into the room.

He glances over at me as he takes out a pair of latex gloves and says “I’ll be with you in a second, please could you hook your legs over the stirrups and place your feet on the footrests.”

The vinyl upholstery squeaks as I wriggle from side to side, lifting each leg in turn

I hook them over the stirrups. Then improvising a little I place the point of each stiletto heel into a metal loop in the stainless steel footrests so they can’t slip out.

The position isn’t too uncomfortable but my long legs and my bottom cheeks are spread extremely wide.

I’m aware that the tension from having my cheeks spread so wide is pulling my anal sphincter open slightly. I gently clench the muscles of my anus to close it but after a short while my concentration lapses. As my muscles relax my usually tight pink rosebud is again left slightly gaping.

As I wait for the doctor I wonder how many other girls may have sat waiting on this seat with their legs spread so impossibly wide.

Doctor Llewelyn walks over to the medical trolley and puts on his Blue latex examination gloves, he fills a large syringe with lubricant and turns towards me.

“Oh!”he exclaims and quickly turns back to collect his notes, looking confused he begins to read them.

“I’m so sorry Miss Jones he says I’m afraid I’ve made an inexcusable mistake.

When my receptionist said Miss Jones was here for an internal examination I made a presumption regarding your gender that I now see was incorrect.

I see from your notes that you are actually here for a routine prostate examination. Please accept my apologies I really am very sorry for the mistake.

I’ll quite understand if you would like to cancel and rebook the examination for another day”?

I say “Please don’t worry Dr Llewelyn, it’s absolutely fine. I’m quite used to being mistaken for a girl.

I think your receptionist may have thought my title was Ms not Mx. An easy mistake to make, especially at the end of a long day.

I’ve douched especially thoroughly in preparation for this examination so if it’s ok with you I’d prefer to continue”.

The doctor says, “Yes of course we can continue. Perhaps you would like to get down from the chair and I can perform the examination in the conventional manner with you bent over”.

I quickly realise Dr Llewelyn is feeling a little anxious and guilty because of his error and will probably go along with my wishes to pacify me.

Maybe this is going to be more enjoyable than I thought!

I say, “Actually Doctor I find this chair absolutely fascinating. I presume that having my legs spread so wide will allow you to examine me as extensively as you feel necessary. So if you have no objections I’m happy to continue in the chair”.

Cheekily I add, “Providing of course that my stockings and heels aren’t going to be a distraction for you”?

In any other situation it would be unthinkable to have my legs spread wide displaying my smooth genitalia and anal sphincter so openly to a relative stranger.

It’s only this ancient gynaecological chair that makes the procedure acceptable. Even in this pretext it still felt incredibly risqué and so incredibly sexy!

After a final look at my notes Dr Llewelyn moves and stands next to me. He takes his stethoscope and places it to my breast, he moves it several times to a new position, each time pressing it against the soft flesh as he listens.

The combined effect of the cold metal and the rather intimate pressure has caused my nipples to become very aroused. I’m sure Dr Llewelyn must be aware of the effect he’s having as they are now puckered and standing out very prominently.

Dr Llewelyn continues to move his stethoscope downwards moving across my flat smooth stomach to the soft flesh of my lower abdomen just to the side of my pubis. My body is now absolutely tingling and I’m fighting a losing battle to hide my arousal.

“You appear to have a slightly elevated heartbeat Miss Jones, but under the circumstances it’s nothing to worry about” Dr Llewelyn says.

“we can continue with your rectal examination.”

I watch Dr Llewelyn pull a low wheeled examination stool into position between my splayed legs.

He sits and looks at my anal sphincter. “First I’m going to do an external check” Dr Llewelyn says. He manipulates my bottom cheeks pushing then a little wider apart as he looks closely at my anus.

I feel gently pressure as he uses a finger to lift my tight smooth scrotum upwards slightly. Then as he leans in closer I feel his breath against the pale sensitive flesh of my perineum, am I imagining it or is he actually blowing gently onto my slightly opened sphincter.

I can feel goosebumps start to form and a fluttery feeling in the bottom of my tummy. The muscles in my anus contract involuntarily and my hardening penis twitches slightly.

Dr Llewelyn leans back and says “Everything seems fine Miss Jones. I’m just going to put some lubricant inside your anus, It may feel a little strange but it will make the examination more comfortable for you”

Looking down between my thighs I see Dr Llewelyn take the large lubricant filled syringe. I feel the plastic nozzle enter my anal sphincter and watch as Dr Llewelyn pushes the plunger filling me with cool slick lubricant. I gasp as the sensation makes my muscles contract, I squeeze the syringe nozzle tightly until eventually Dr Llewelyn withdraws it.

Next Dr Llewelyn applies lubricant to the tip of his index finger and gently pressing it against my sphincter says, “Miss Jones I’m going to slide my finger inside you, let me know if you feel any discomfort”.

As his thick fingertip opens me up and begins to enter me I gasp again.

Dr Llewelyn stops and looking concerned says “Did that hurt”.

“No Dr, quite the opposite, I’m absolutely fine thank you.”

His finger penetrates further inside me until it is fully inserted into my rectum.

He then slowly slides his finger out until just the tip remains before turning it slightly and slowly pushing all the way back until it’s full depth again. I’m in heaven, this feels absolutely exquisite!

Dr Llewelyn then begins to move his fingertip in a backwards and forward motion inside me. “I’m just trying to find the right spot Miss Jones” he says.

My toes are curling with pleasure, I’m so aroused that my penis is now fully erect.

Dr Llewelyn has already found the right spot and I think he knows it.

He pushes in a little deeper as he continues the twisting motion and I emit a little groan. I look down and see clear precum is oozing from the tip of my swollen glans and dripping onto the smooth pale flesh of my stomach.

“ You are producing a lot of pre ejaculate Miss Jones, which is a good indication”, Dr Llewelyn says.

“But I think I’ll need to use two fingers to continue the examination. Do you think that would that be ok?”

“Oh yes Doctor, I’m absolutely sure that will be ok”

I feel another finger slide in alongside the first, it feels wonderful.

I use the foot stirrups to brace myself as his fingers push deeper inside me.

He is now sliding his fingers in and out of me and has built up to a fast rhythm, at the end of each stroke his hand presses firmly against my perineum.

I think we both realise that any doctor-patient boundaries that may have existed have now been crossed and this is no longer a conventional examination.

I begin to push back against Dr Llewelyn’s hand at which point I feel him insert another two fingers, stretching my anus wide. I realise that he’s now almost fisting me.

I brace harder against the stirrups, my lithe yoga fit body tensed to absorb the invasive pounding I’m receiving. I look down and see my hard penis is bouncing against my stomach with each thrust of his hand, the swollen purple glans drawing a trail of clear sticky pre ejaculate over my pale flesh.

I’m holding my full breasts to stop them bouncing and biting my lip to stop myself from crying out.

I look down at him in desperation, trying to control what I know is now inevitable.

He pushes his four fingers deep into my stretched hole and presses them hard against my overstimulated prostrate.

Through gritted teeth I emit a low groan. I can’t hold back any longer, I ejaculate spurting uncontrollably. Creamy white semen is pooling in my navel, running down my stomach and dripping onto the seat. My internal muscles have gone into spasm and are tightly gripping Dr Llewelyn’s fingers while my hips convulse with a series of mini orgasms.

I’m quivering uncontrollably and my knees are shaking.

“ I’m so sorry Dr Llewelyn, I tried my best but I couldn’t stop myself from ejaculating”.

Dr Llewelyn slides his fingers out of me as my sphincter slowly releases its grip, standing up he passes me a roll of wipes.

“Don’t worry Miss Jones, these things sometimes happen during a deep rectal examination.

Your prostrate appears to be functioning correctly and is producing a good volume of semen and judging by your grip there is no problem with your internal muscle tone. However there is another slightly deeper check I still need to do and for this I will need you to stand up.”

I slowly extract my heels from the metal stirrups and unhook my legs from the knee braces. I slide my bottom to the edge of the sticky wet seat and gingerly stand up on shaky legs.

Dr Llewelyn indicates towards a metal framed gurney bed ”If you could lean forward over the bed please Miss Jones”.

I bend forward as instructed.

My semi hard penis is pressed against the edge of the mattress and my breasts are squashed against the plastic cover.

“Miss Jones, I need your bottom to be just a little bit lower for this examination. You have such long legs, you will have to spread them a little wider apart.”

I take hold either side of the bed and grip the rails tightly to help me stay in position as I spread my legs wide. My stiletto heels are skating around on the tiled floor like Bambi on ice.

Dr Llewelyn is behind me.

He takes the large syringe from his coat pocket and inserts the tip into my anus, I feel the cold sensation again as the lubricant fills me.

I then feel his finger at the entrance to my anus.

As he pushes the thick tip inside me, I feel my sphincter stretching wide, he pushes deeper and deeper and with a tremor of excitement I realise that this id far to big to be a finger!

Once it’s fully inside me and won’t go any deeper my hips are pushed forward and forced against the bed.

I feel the thick cloth of Dr Llewelyns suit trousers pressing against the back of my bare thighs and hear his loosened belt buckle rattling against the metal frame of the bed as he slides in and out of me.

His sticky latex clad hands are gripping me around my waist, holding my hips down and pressing me tightly against the bed. He begins to penetrate me deeper and harder, each thrust slapping against my sticky buttocks as the metal bed frame rattles and shakes. Finally just as I’m thinking the bed is going to collapse beneath me he groans and I feel him shudder as he grips my waist tightly.

After a few seconds Dr Llewelyn releases his grip and steps back away from me. I continue to lean over the bed, eyes looking forwards as he tidies himself and fastens his trousers.

Once he has composed himself he says. “Thank you Miss Jones, the examination is now completed, you can clean yourself up and get dressed now. I’ll be in touch regarding the results and it’s possible that I will need you to make a further appointment to discuss them with me.“

“Thank you Dr Llewelyn, the examination was much more enjoyable than I’d anticipated. I’ll look forward to hearing from you soon.”

I hear the doctor walk out to his office and I stand up.

A mixture of lubricant and Dr Llewelyn’s semen is trickling out of my anus and dripping onto the tiles. I walk across the examination room to collect my clothes leaving a trail of sticky droplets across the floor.

After a quick wipe down I get dressed ready to leave, I’m going home for a long relaxing soak in the bath.

As I walk out I think back to my childhood and how I used to get a lollipop from the doctor for being very good.

I’m not complaining, but hopefully next time if I’m a very good girl I’ll get something to suck on!