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AsylumSeeker
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Ladies (and I'm not precluding men with vaginas) I would like to extend a request for help.
kellyfem18 asked in a thread a while back for a 'detail' writer to develop a 'male to female body-switching story' which I have crafted. I haven't posted anything yet but I'm up to chapter 4, 'her' first gynecological visit. From a few trusted sources who have read these, they liked them very much. I am striving to be as realistic as possible, hence my quest for 'research'.
I tried hanging out at the nearest GYN but they got suspicious when I held a stethescope to the wall. After being shamefully ejected, and overheard saying "I''ve been kicked out of better watering holes than this!", I have decided to pose the questions here.
I will post the end of chapter 3 and the little of chapter 4 I have written at the end of this diatribe. Can anyone share any experiences? I'm not completely stupid, although I have pretended to be when it plays into my favor. I think I know what a speculum is, and sizes are like 1 to 4 or something. And that they can be cold. Whatever details you could afford me, share, or PM. I won't advertise spec sizes - LOL.
I'm really looking forward to sharing this series of chapters. To be fair kellyfem18 inspired me <cheers> but once I got the ball I RAN HARD !!!
Okay, so here we go. I really appreciate any comments I get. Thanks in advance.
HE SAID, SHE SAID, CH. 03 (ending)
Once back in the office she retrieved a phone book from her bottom desk drawer. She had no idea who to call. All Heather knew was that she had to protect her new body. As she scanned the Yellow Pages she randomly selected a local gynecologist’s number. The address indicated it was within walking distance of triple-R; perfect!
After speaking with the receptionist Heather discovered there was an open appointment in the late afternoon of that same day. She jumped at the chance.
HE SAID, SHE SAID CH. 4 (so far)
Heather had made a late afternoon appointment that Friday with a doctor to see about getting on “the pill”. After filling out a medical history form, his nurse inquired as to the last time she'd been seen. Heather innocently shrugged her shoulders, indicating that it must have been longer than her memory span. The expression on the nurse's face was equivalent to a parent's loving slap to correct a misbehaving child.
Heather was led to an antiseptic-smelling, bright white exam room and handed her a blue-and-white patterned hospital gown.
“You can leave your bra on. Everything else needs to come off. The doctor will be with you shortly.”
Her jaw dropped as a shocked expression appeared on her face. Her eyes looked down at the folded gown in disbelief. Before she could speak a word the door was closed and the nurse had already moved on to another patient. Heathers mind raced.
“I just want a prescription,” she weakly uttered.
A couple of minutes later she anxiously sat at the foot of the exam table with the short, thin gown barely covering her body. Heather nervously tapped the balls of her feet on a rubber coated step at the base of the table. She visibly trembled, both from the chilled air and a deep-seated fear of medical doctors.
As a man Jason rarely sought medical attention unless absolutely necessary. He thought of himself as a healthy guy and saw no real need in doing so. As a woman that need had changed, and unveiled her underlying phobia. Heather silently hoped that the visit would be brief and she could quickly be on her way.
She jumped when the door opened. A smiling man in his early to middle thirties stepped in, closing the door behind him.
“Hi, I'm Doctor Wolfe,” he warmly greeted his new patient. He glanced down at her chart and frowned at the surprising lack of information. “Well, it appears that you've just become sexually active and would like to begin an oral contraceptive.”
She nodded her head. When he heard no response he looked up and saw her confirmation. “Well, Heather, since it appears you haven't had a recent examination, I'll first have to check on a few things. Lie back, please.”
She heard loud snapping sounds as he donned a pair of latex gloves. There was a metal-on-metal scraping sound and a slight vibration that Heather felt through the table as something was extended. She swallowed hard. His hands gently held her ankles and guided her legs up, bending them at the knees. He placed the heels of her feet in cold metal cups. She nervously shivered as her legs were awkwardly parted.
“You'll be okay,” she whispered to herself. “You can do this.”
She cringed when she felt fingers spreading her outer lips. Cold metal touched her pussy, sending a chill through her form. The instrument pressed inside, spreading her tight canal walls apart.
kellyfem18 asked in a thread a while back for a 'detail' writer to develop a 'male to female body-switching story' which I have crafted. I haven't posted anything yet but I'm up to chapter 4, 'her' first gynecological visit. From a few trusted sources who have read these, they liked them very much. I am striving to be as realistic as possible, hence my quest for 'research'.
I tried hanging out at the nearest GYN but they got suspicious when I held a stethescope to the wall. After being shamefully ejected, and overheard saying "I''ve been kicked out of better watering holes than this!", I have decided to pose the questions here.
I will post the end of chapter 3 and the little of chapter 4 I have written at the end of this diatribe. Can anyone share any experiences? I'm not completely stupid, although I have pretended to be when it plays into my favor. I think I know what a speculum is, and sizes are like 1 to 4 or something. And that they can be cold. Whatever details you could afford me, share, or PM. I won't advertise spec sizes - LOL.
I'm really looking forward to sharing this series of chapters. To be fair kellyfem18 inspired me <cheers> but once I got the ball I RAN HARD !!!
Okay, so here we go. I really appreciate any comments I get. Thanks in advance.
HE SAID, SHE SAID, CH. 03 (ending)
Once back in the office she retrieved a phone book from her bottom desk drawer. She had no idea who to call. All Heather knew was that she had to protect her new body. As she scanned the Yellow Pages she randomly selected a local gynecologist’s number. The address indicated it was within walking distance of triple-R; perfect!
After speaking with the receptionist Heather discovered there was an open appointment in the late afternoon of that same day. She jumped at the chance.
HE SAID, SHE SAID CH. 4 (so far)
Heather had made a late afternoon appointment that Friday with a doctor to see about getting on “the pill”. After filling out a medical history form, his nurse inquired as to the last time she'd been seen. Heather innocently shrugged her shoulders, indicating that it must have been longer than her memory span. The expression on the nurse's face was equivalent to a parent's loving slap to correct a misbehaving child.
Heather was led to an antiseptic-smelling, bright white exam room and handed her a blue-and-white patterned hospital gown.
“You can leave your bra on. Everything else needs to come off. The doctor will be with you shortly.”
Her jaw dropped as a shocked expression appeared on her face. Her eyes looked down at the folded gown in disbelief. Before she could speak a word the door was closed and the nurse had already moved on to another patient. Heathers mind raced.
“I just want a prescription,” she weakly uttered.
A couple of minutes later she anxiously sat at the foot of the exam table with the short, thin gown barely covering her body. Heather nervously tapped the balls of her feet on a rubber coated step at the base of the table. She visibly trembled, both from the chilled air and a deep-seated fear of medical doctors.
As a man Jason rarely sought medical attention unless absolutely necessary. He thought of himself as a healthy guy and saw no real need in doing so. As a woman that need had changed, and unveiled her underlying phobia. Heather silently hoped that the visit would be brief and she could quickly be on her way.
She jumped when the door opened. A smiling man in his early to middle thirties stepped in, closing the door behind him.
“Hi, I'm Doctor Wolfe,” he warmly greeted his new patient. He glanced down at her chart and frowned at the surprising lack of information. “Well, it appears that you've just become sexually active and would like to begin an oral contraceptive.”
She nodded her head. When he heard no response he looked up and saw her confirmation. “Well, Heather, since it appears you haven't had a recent examination, I'll first have to check on a few things. Lie back, please.”
She heard loud snapping sounds as he donned a pair of latex gloves. There was a metal-on-metal scraping sound and a slight vibration that Heather felt through the table as something was extended. She swallowed hard. His hands gently held her ankles and guided her legs up, bending them at the knees. He placed the heels of her feet in cold metal cups. She nervously shivered as her legs were awkwardly parted.
“You'll be okay,” she whispered to herself. “You can do this.”
She cringed when she felt fingers spreading her outer lips. Cold metal touched her pussy, sending a chill through her form. The instrument pressed inside, spreading her tight canal walls apart.
). For liability reasons, a male doctor (and even a female one nowadays) will ALWAYS have a nurse in the room with them. They won't do any procedures without another person there. The nurse, if it's the girl's first time, will be kind and will explain things and hold her hand, even, if she's scared. 
