Archive for August, 2008

“Amy, one last chance. If you’re not down off that table by the count of three, I’ll have Nurse prepare another syringe, and we’ll put both of them inside you.”
I knew I couldn’t fight him, and all I would gain by objecting any more is another enema, so I got down (besides, I secretly *wanted* [...]

“UUuunnggghhh!!”
“Just relax, Amy! You’ll feel a little pressure down here, and then I’ll be done.” His fingers felt like they were a foot long. They went in and in and in and in. Then he put his other hand on my belly and poked up inside of me as he pushed down on my belly. [...]

Dr. Ben strode into the room, smiling.
“And how are you now, Amy??” He asked.
I choked out: “O-okay.”
“All right, young lady, time for the rest of your exam. Lie down on your back, legs together.” He helped me up on the table, and then stood at my head. “Put your arms over your head, Amy,” he [...]

I could tell he knew what I was thinking: “I can’t shake hands with this doctor with piss on my hand!” He patted me on the shoulder, and led me to the exam table, pulling out a “step” so I could get up easier. I sat on the edge of the table, and he looked [...]

It looked new, but the bag had recently been used. The bag was wet (apparently had been washed), and little water drops had formed on the bottom, as if it had been dried in haste. I couldn’t help but remember the enemas Mom gave me – the little white nozzle sliding into my butt (how [...]

The first stop was the scale (I hate that!) – 140 # (height, 5′ 6″) – then the exam room. It was like all the doctor’s offices I had been in as a child – except for the exam table, which had an ominous-looking pair of posts rising from one end, to which were attached [...]

It was time for me to go to the bus station. Mom drove me in our old station wagon, let me off at the station (things were safer in those days), and drove off. I was overwhelmed by the aloneness of all of this, and a bit hurt that Mom had not even offered to [...]

This was a long time ago, but the most popular thing that year was flared skirts and button blouses – with stockings and garterbelts. I often wondered why the boys liked to look at us the way they did – I knew WHY, of course – they were boys, we were girls, and they wanted [...]

I still remember it like it was yesterday. I had applied to go to college, and one item marked on the college’s response was “required physical exam.” I didn’t really know what that meant (I was soo naive!), so I asked my Mom about it.”Why Amy,” she said, “it means you will have to go [...]