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Judy's Visit to the Student Clinic 
by Flap Jack from BLB (flapjackblb@yahoo.com)

***

Judy goes to the student health center with a plan to 
scam them out of some prescription drugs, but thanks to 
a nurse, she winds getting something else in the end. 
(FF, reluc, exh, 1st-lesbian-expr, anal, huml)

***

Re-posting comments that were posted at my blog.

At 11:57 PM, Anonymous said: Hi, FJ! My name is "Judy." 
I want to tell you my story.

It all started my freshman year. One of the regular 
yearly rituals of my sorority involved the need for 
some sleeping pills, and it was the practice to send 
the freshmen to obtain them. So I went to the student 
health center and told the triage nurse that I was 
having trouble sleeping that I needed a prescription 
for some good strong pills. She sent me to a little 
room down the hall past the bathroom and the school's 
pharmacy, which was conveniently right inside the 
health center.

A few minutes later, a nurse came in. Her name tag 
said, "Pamela."  She handed me a hospital gown and told 
me to put it on. I said "why do I need to wear this?" 
and she replied that it was policy to give full 
examinations when anybody came in requesting something 
like this, because of the large number of false reports 
and pills being dispensed to kids who don't really need 
them and such. She said that if I would cooperate there 
shouldn't be any problems.

She could tell I was somewhat embarrassed to get 
undressed in front of her, so she said, "I'll step out 
for a minute while you change. And don't worry, you can 
leave your socks and your underwear on."

Well, the thing was, I wasn't wearing either socks -or- 
underwear.  The socks part you probably don't care 
about, but the underwear! I used to like to go to class 
wearing nothing under my jeans, so I could cross my 
legs back and forth during class and feel them ride up. 
Yes, I was a naughty little virgin freshman girl!

Again I protested that this had nothing to do with lack 
of sleep, but I was way, way too embarrassed to tell 
her why I really didn't want to take off my clothes. 
She said again that if I wanted my prescription I had 
better cooperate. I think she could tell that I wasn't 
been 100% honest.

So she left the room, and I slowly took off my clothes 
and put them in a neatly folded pile in the corner, 
next to my shoes. The hospital gown was a thin paper 
affair that barely came down far enough to cover my 
private parts in the front or my bottom in the back. 
Worse, it was simply split down the back and the two 
sides didn't have any ties to hold them together and 
didn't really overlap. 

I stood in front of the mirror and looked over my 
shoulder, and there was my poor bare bottom clearly 
visible! The only way to keep them together would be to 
reach back there and hold them. I still remember how it 
felt standing there in that cold little room, my bare 
feet on the clean cold floor, the cold official-
smelling air rushing up through the bottom of the gown 
past my thighs and my tight, tight belly. I had a knot 
in my stomach, I was so nervous. 

My only hope was that she just wouldn't need to get 
behind me. I sat down on a metal examination table, and 
crossed my fingers that she wouldn't make me get up. I 
could feel the cold table on my bottom and the backs of 
my thighs. I had goosebumps.

After what seemed like a very long wait, Pamela 
returned. She told me to stand up and follow her so she 
could weigh me and check my height. "Follow you where?" 
I demanded to know.

"Right out in the hallway," she said.

to be continued: At 12:40 AM, Anonymous said: Sorry for 
the interruption. I'm a new mom now and I had to go do 
a quick feeding. Boy, are my nipples sore! Anyway, 
where was I.


"Pamela" directed out the door and down the brightly 
lit hallway. I really wished she would go first so she 
wouldn't be looking at me, but she insisted that I 
first. I kept my right hand behind my back at all 
times, clasping that hospital gown together as tight as 
I could. I hoped she would assume that I was just being 
modest about her seeing my panties! We passed several 
people in the hallway and I hoped they didn't notice 
anything unusual either.

The scales turned out to be near the pharmacy, across 
the hall from where you had to wait to get your drugs. 
There were several students of both sexes waiting 
there, all fully clothed and her I was parading past 
them mostly naked, with only the grip of my hand 
preventing them from seeing my bare bottom. 

It was a standard medical scale with counterweights and 
a built-in measuring stick for taking your height.  
There was a mirror there, too, and I could see that I 
was red in the face with embarrassment. Pamela said she 
liked to do both height and weight at the same time.

"Stand up straight," she commanded. "Hands by your 
side."

"Why?" I pleaded?

"So I can get an accurate measure of your height! It's 
our standard policy," she said.

"But.. all these people! You can't make me!"

"Look, do you want to get your prescription or not? 
Yes? Then do it!"

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let go of the 
hospital gown and left my arms hang at my sides. I 
could feel a draft of air against my bottom and my 
back.

"I see," Pamela mumbled.

I knew that she knew my secret now. I just hoped that 
she was standing between me and the other patients, so 
that nobody else could see me. I told myself that she 
was, that she was protecting me now that she knew how 
naked and vulnerable I was.

It seemed like it took an eternity for her to write 
down my height, then fumble with the little weights and 
then write that down. "Done," she said. 

Time to go back into the room, at last! I grabbed the 
back of that gown even tighter than before! When I 
opened my eyes the first thing I saw was that I was no 
longer red in the face, I was now pale with fear.

I still don't know how much the other people saw. I 
couldn't bring myself to even look in their direction, 
to see if I could tell if they were looking or had been 
looking at me.

Back in the room, she told me to sit on the table 
again. She did the usual stick-out-your tongue stuff, 
and checked my reflexes with a rubber mallet. Then she 
listened to my heart with a stethoscope. She reached 
right down the front of my gown to put that cold metal 
thing just above my left breast, and that's when I 
looked down and realized my nipples were hard as a 
rock! I'm sure she saw them too.

Then she said, "Stand up, I'm going to take your 
temperature." She went over to a cabinet and got out a 
thermometer.

"Why do I need to stand up?" I asked, my voice still 
shaky from the ordeal in the hallway.

"Because, dear, this is a rectal thermometer. It's more 
accurate."

"Is that your standard policy too?" I asked, half 
joking.

Dead seriously, she said, "It is for *you*!"

to be continued again...

At 3:38 AM, Anonymous said: Hi, it's me "Judy." I'm 
back, finally! My husband walked in and saw what I was 
writing about, and you can probably guess what he 
wanted to do! Back to the story.


"Pamela" had me stand facing the examination table and 
lean forward onto it and stick out my rear end. She 
also had me spread my legs somewhat, and stand on my 
toes. My nervousness increased, but I did what she 
said. I know she had just seen my naked bottom in the 
hallway, but this pose exposed it even more totally and 
I felt even more powerless.

The hospital gown, never attached very firmly to begin 
with, fell completely away from everything except my 
arms. Part of it got underneath one of my hands and I 
nearly slipped on it and fell on my face.

"Alright, take that thing off," Pamela ordered. "It's 
dangerous.  One slip like that with a glass thermometer 
inside you, and we'll have a serious situation on our 
hands."

By this point I was no longer questioning her right to 
tell me what to do, and besides it made sense. She 
could already see everything, what good was the gown 
doing now?

With the gown gone, I stood looking at my bare-chested 
reflection in the mirror. My nipples were so taught I 
thought they were going to burst. Behind me, I could 
see Pamela putting on rubber gloves. I could also hear 
the snap of the rubber. I could see her dipping the 
first two finger of one hand into some kind of 
lubricant. She held up the thermometer and greased it 
up too. I was a very large, thick glass thermometer 
with a big silvery bulb at the end where the mercury 
was. I didn't think they made them that big.

Pamela was probably saying something, but at this point 
I couldn't even listen. I was too wrapped up in my 
disbelief about what was about to happen to me. This... 
*thing* was going to be inserted in my... I couldn't 
even think it... back there! This was not acceptable, 
but here I was about to accept it! The only thing that 
comforted me was the thought that Pamela would not do 
anything to hurt me. 

For all her sternness, she cared about me and she was 
taking care of me; she would protect me just like she 
had done in the hallway when she found out I was naked. 
I had no real reason to believe this at the time, but 
it was the thought I held onto to keep from losing my 
mind.

When she used one of her hands to spread my cheeks 
apart back there, it was the first time she had touched 
me. In spite of the gloves her hand seemed warm and 
caring, and I almost welcomed it. Almost! She used the 
other hand to lubricate right around my hole, and then, 
and then she put her finger inside me to lubricate 
there.

OMFG! Her fingers were... there! I had been invaded. I 
had lost some sort of battle, suffering total defeat. I 
gave in to the advance of her finger, and relaxed the 
tightness to let her in.

And it was just beginning! Then the thermometer went 
in, and it was cold. It was hard. In spite of the work 
she had done to lubricate and relax me, that thing hurt 
a little. Mostly it was annoying, but in the sense that 
being tickle tortured is annoying! My gut instinct was 
to reject it out of my body, to flex my muscles and 
crush its flimsy glass bulb to pieces. But I knew I 
couldn't do that. I had to stand there and tolerate it, 
until she could get a good reading of my temperature.

Pamela kept the thermometer inside of me just long 
enough but no longer. Just long enough for every last 
shred of my resistance to it and to her power over me 
to fade away. Gone were my pride, my dignity, replaced 
by... trust and dependence on this woman I barely knew. 
What was left of me suddenly felt more free and 
relieved than I had felt in a long time.

Then it was over. She pulled it out, snapped off the 
gloves, and wrote down my perfectly normal temperature.

"You can put your clothes back on now," she said. "The 
doctor is just going to write you your prescription and 
send you on your way. But do me two favors if you want 
to get your drugs."

"One, leave your shoes off. The doctor likes to examine 
the female patients' feet even if it has nothing to do 
with what they are in here for. If he tickles you, 
laugh!"

At 3:57 AM, Anonymous said: Oops, last time I promise!


I wasn't listening to Pamela, I was silently 
masturbating. I just couldn't help myself. I didn't 
care that I was doing it in front of her. Once she 
noticed what I was doing, she waited patiently for me 
to finish without saying anything about it.

As soon as I was done, she asked me, "Judy, when was 
your last bowel movement?"

"Uh, yesterday," I said absent-mindedly. I honestly 
couldn't remember. I was always so irregular back then.

"I don't believe you. It's been a week at least. I can 
tell, I just saw you. You need to be cleaned out in 
there. Would you like to ask the doctor if I could give 
you an enema?"

"The doctor is a man, right?" I said. "I don't think I 
could talk to a man about that right now. Can't you 
just do it without asking him?"

"Sorry, not here I can't." She wrote something on a bit 
of paper and put it in my purse. "Use this address and 
phone number if you decide you want me to give you an 
enema without anyone else knowing."

"What is that, a different doctor's office or 
something?"

"No, it's my apartment, silly!" She almost blushed. For 
the first time, as I was finally getting dressed, I 
really looked at Pamela and realized that she was 
pretty young herself and quite pretty. I noticed she 
was wearing those nurse's clogs with the open back, 
leaving her ankles and heels exposed except for her 
thing white stockings, and I wondered if she knew about 
the doctor's foot fetish from experience.

"One more thing you need to do for me, honey, she said, 
or I'll make sure you never get those pills. I know 
what you're doing. You girls pull this stunt every 
year. I had to do it too, you know," she said as she 
pulled a sorority ring - from the same sorority as me! 
- out of her pocket and put it on her finger.

"But I and all the other girls they send in her at 
least had the common sense to wear a nice clean pair of 
cotton panties! You were a special treat!," she said, 
patting me gently on my now fully clothed bottom.

"You need to promise me that you aren't going to take 
any of those pills yourself. I don't want anything to 
happen to you."

"I promise," I said, and I meant it.

"Let me ask you something now," I said. "Do you do that 
thermometer thing every year or was that just for me?"

"Never before. But it wasn't just for you, it was for 
me!," she said. "I told you, you're special. Get used 
to it!"

And that's the end of the beginning. After that, my 
adventures continued. I did take up Pamela on her enema 
offer, but I eventually decided that I wasn't really a 
lesbian. I wanted to find a guy who loved my rear end 
as much as I did, and it turned out to not be that hard 
of a thing to find. Eventually I met one that I liked 
enough to marry.

But all of those are different stories. This one is 
over. Thanks for listening. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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