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 Seeing Doctors

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know more about me and my friends, drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/

   Most of the time I try to take care of myself - you know, exercise, eat
right, keep clean, things like that.  Lately though, a couple of things
have happened, and I've had to go see a doctor, and get it checked out. 
Nothing too serious, mind you, but just in case.

   I guess the first time I ran into trouble was at the pool in the campus
fitness center.  I had been swimming, and got out to go down to the
whirlpool bath.  I guess I must have been walking just a little too fast,
and the deck was kind of slippery.  I slipped, fell, and landed on my
backside.  Cheryl, one of the lifeguards at the pool, saw what happened,
and rushed over.

   "Emi, are you OK?"

   "Yeah, I'm fine," I told her, even though it really hurt.  I tried to
get up, but I guess it was obvious I was in pain.

   "Hey, take it easy.  Don't strain yourself." Cheryl looked at my
backside, but couldn't tell if it was bruised or anything because I was
wearing my one-piece bathing suit.  I rubbed it, but it still hurt.  "Maybe
you'd better go see the sports physician at the campus clinic."

   "No, I'm fine really," I told her, limping as I walked back towards the
shower.

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yeah." I was pretty sure it wasn't really that serious, but actually,
it hurt to stand, and sit, and I couldn't really get out of my swimsuit
easily.  Maybe I should go see the doctor after all.  The campus clinic
wasn't too far away.  Maybe I could make it that far, and they could check
to see if anything is wrong.  I kept my swimsuit on, but got out my hoodie,
and pulled it on over top.  I took my other stuff to Ray at the front desk,
and asked him to hold onto it for me till I came back.  He looked pretty
concerned, but I told him it wasn't serious, and then slowly limped off to
the clinic.

   Outside, a lot of people stopped to look at me as I passed.  At first, I
thought it was because I was limping, but slowly I realized that they were
staring at my bottom.  I hadn't really thought about it, but my one-piece
swimsuit is cut pretty high on the legs, and is sort of like a thong at the
back.  You can kind of see my butt cheeks.  A lot of girls here wear this
kind of suit, so in the pool, it's no big deal, but out on the street, it
attracted attention.  I just tried to ignore them, and soldiered on.  Even
when I got to the waiting room at the clinic, I could hear people
whispering about me as I walked by.  Well, anyway, there was nothing I
could do about it now.

   "Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked.

   "No, but I kind of hurt myself at the swimming pool."

   "Oh OK, do you have insurance?"

   I got out my insurance card, and showed it to her.  She filled out my
chart, and added it to the pile.

   "OK, have a seat.  We'll call you."

   It still hurt a bit much to sit, so I just sort of stood at the back,
hiding my bottom against the wall.  Some of the patients peered back at me
curiously especially at my bare hips.

   Eventually, a nurse called me, and led me to a large room with three
examination tables in it.  The doctor, a distinguished-looking middle-aged
man, was talking to a red-headed woman, another student I guess.  The nurse
told me to sit down on the empty table, but I just leaned up against it
waiting for the doctor.  There was a thin, Goth guy fidgeting on the third
table.  He looked over at me, and smiled.  I was in too much pain to smile
back, but he gestured that it was alright.

   The woman left, and the doctor went over to talk with the Goth guy.  The
nurse led in another woman, a fit-looking blonde.  She said hi, and told me
a bit about how she got injured.  She was apparently a sprinter here on
some kind of sports scholarship, but she'd torn a ligament.  I told her
about my injury, but she said it didn't sound so serious.  Eventually, the
doctor came over to talk to me.

   "What seems to be the problem?" he said looking down at my chart.

   "I was running at the pool, and fell."

   "Can you show me where it hurts?"

   I turned, and lifted up my hoodie showing him my backside.  He lowered
his glasses studiously, and examined my bottom, but there were no marks on
my butt cheeks.  It hurt most under the suit.

   "Uh, where does it hurt specifically?"

   "Um, on my tail bone...?" I answered, not sure of the right word.

   "Um, do you think you could show me?" he asked.  The Goth guy perked up,
all excited at the prospect of seeing me strip, but the doctor pulled the
curtain around to block his view.  "Um, I can call a nurse if you like," he
offered.  I raised my eyebrows not understanding why he would want to
involve yet another person.  "To observe I mean."

   "No, that's alright," I finally said.  I really didn't want a big
audience.  I pulled off my hoodie, and peeled the straps of my swimsuit off
my shoulders.  The doctor stared down at my chart, trying to act all
serious as I stripped naked in front of him.

   "Tsuruta?  That sounds Japanese," he mused.

   "It is," I nodded, pulling my swimsuit down past my breasts, and then
awkwardly wiggling it all the way down to my thighs.  I felt nervous
standing here naked in the middle of this busy examination room, but I
guess the curtain did more-or-less hide me from view.  The doctor gazed
down at my rear, intently.  He got a pair of surgical gloves, and pulled
them on.

   "Here?" he asked cupping my buttocks with one hand, and pointing at my
tail bone with the other.

   "Yes," I blushed.

   "Does it hurt when I do this?" he asked, touching it with his finger.

   "Yeah, ow.  Ow."

   "Sorry," he apologized.  "There aren't any bruises or anything."

   "It still hurts."

   "OK, lie down," he told me.  I hesitated for a second, and then slid my
swimsuit off.  Maybe it's just me, but having my swimsuit around my thighs
seemed kinky somehow.  "Oh, you can keep it on," he rushed to tell me.

   "No, that's OK," I insisted.  Actually, I was kind of relieved to be out
of my suit.  I lay face down on the table.  The doctor gently probed my
tailbone with his finger tips, massaging my lower back.

   "How does that feel?" he asked.

   "Um, yeah, good." I turned to look at him.  You could tell he was trying
to be a good boy, but he was clearly interested in my body, tilting my rear
to examining it from this angle and that.  Was he comparing me to his wife
or former girlfriends?  It was hard to tell.  "So what should I do?" I
asked impatiently.  He was so fascinated by my rear that it took him a
while to answer.

   "Um, yeah.  Well anyway, I don't think there is anything wrong with
you," he finally told me.  "Go home, and rest I guess.  If it keeps
bothering you, I'll be here tomorrow and Friday."

   Why does he want me to come see him?  There are other doctors on staff
surely.  He kept this serious look, but it seemed to me that he was getting
his jollies checking me out.  I kind of wanted something for my pain, but
he didn't think it was serious at all.

   Even after he finished examining me, he continued to sit there writing
something on my chart.  I finally got up, but he raised his eyes to check
out my pussy and breasts.  I turned my back to him, but I could feel him
watching me, especially when I bent over to pick up my swimsuit.  It was
still hard to bend, so I had to stand there naked for quite some time until
I could step into my swimsuit.  Only once I was back dressed did he get up.

   "Anyway, give us a call if you want me to um...  take another look." he
told me, looking straight into my eyes.  I felt a bit strange, but maybe it
was just my imagination.  He must have seen hundreds of girls naked.

   On the way out, the Goth guy said bye.

   "Hope you feel better soon," he called after me.

   I suppose that episode wasn't all that bad.  The doctor didn't really do
anything that strange.

   I guess it was some time after that, I had my next run-in with the
hospital system.  The weather had changed from mild spring days to hot and
sticky.  I like hot weather, but for some reason, it had gotten me so
worked up I was barely sleeping.  This went on for like a week, until one
morning, my alarm went off at seven.  I had a whole bunch of things to do
that day, so even though I was still tired, I got up, had a shower, and
headed off for school.  I made it to my comparative lit tutorial, but I was
so sleepy I was having trouble concentrating.  Then suddenly part way
through class, I apparently passed right out.

   Apparently, someone called an ambulance, and I got taken to the
hospital. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed.  I fell back to sleep,
but when I woke up again, my boyfriend Ryosuke was there.  I guess my best
friend Satomi must have called him.

   "Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I asked weakly.

   "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it," he smiled.  "How are
you feeling?"

   "I'm OK.  I was so tired." I still felt sleepy, but I was better now
that I'd gotten some rest.  I glanced over, and there was an older man
lying quietly in the bed next to mine.  Pretty soon the doctor came in.

   "Miss Tsuruta, is it?" he asked looking at my chart.  He was a youngish
man in his thirties, but looked authoritative in his white lab coat.  "I'm
Doctor Woodfield.  It appears you had a bit of a spill."

   I struggled to sit up, but he motioned for me to relax.

   "Have you been traveling in Asia?" he asked.  I shook my head no, a bit
puzzled.  "It's just there seems to be some kind of flu outbreak, and we
thought you might have it." He put his fingers on my neck feeling for
swelling.

   "No, I've been here the whole time."

   "Here, could you roll over?  I want to listen to your heartbeat," he
explained holding out his stethoscope.  I did as he asked only slowly
realizing that I was wearing one of those paper-thin hospital gowns.  I
felt for my underwear, but I wasn't wearing any.

   "Oh!" I squealed, surprised.  The doctor looked pretty shocked to see me
naked.  Ryosuke just snickered.  I guess the nurse might have undressed me,
but if so, where were my panties?  I looked over at Ryosuke suspiciously,
but he shook his head that it wasn't him.

   "Um, you could...  uh...  um," the doctor stuttered.  The old man in the
next bed turned to see what was going on.  The doctor quickly pulled the
curtain around to block his view, but there were people going by out in the
hall, who saw me.

   "Um, would you like to...  um...?" The doctor didn't finish his
question, but it was obvious he thought I should get dressed.  I glanced
around, but I couldn't see my panties.  Ryosuke helped look.  I motioned
for the doctor to hurry up, and do his thing so I could lie back down.  He
looked a bit fazed by my bare bottom, fascinated actually, but eventually,
he placed the stethoscope on my back.

   "Eww!  That's cold," I squealed.  The doctor licked his lips, maybe a
bit turned on by my squealing.  I tried in vain to pull the gown around my
backside, but eventually, the doctor took pity, and motioned for me to lie
back down.

   "Anyway, I don't think it's anything serious.  We'll just run a few
quick tests to be sure." He seemed a bit off kilter, perhaps a bit excited,
but eventually, he headed out to order these tests.

   "Seems he liked what he saw," Ryosuke smirked.  It was pretty funny
seeing the doctor's reaction.  "Do you need anything?" Ryosuke asked more
kindly now.

   "Could you give me a back rub?" I purred.  He motioned for me to roll
over, but first I got him to pull the curtain all the way round to block
the view from the door.  We could still hear the nurses bustling around out
in the hall, but it was kind of exciting to be with him here in bed.  I
rolled over to Ryosuke's delight.  He started out gently massaging my bare
back, but soon he started kissing me on the behind, and pushing my legs
apart to get a look at my pussy.  I giggled, but it sounded like the guy in
the next bed was listening.

   "Anyway, you'd better get back to work," I whispered.  He leaned over,
and kissed me, patted me on my behind.

   "Get some rest, you hear?  I'll come back tonight."

   I rolled over, straightened the sheets, and slept a bit more. 
Eventually, someone brought a tray with my supper.  They pulled the curtain
back open, and adjusted my bed, so I could sit upright to eat.  I got up to
go to the bathroom, but the gown was wide open at the back, so the old guy
got a look at my backside.  After I came back out, I went over to talk to
him.

   "Are you alright?" I asked.  He looked so frail, like 100 years old, but
he smiled when I came up.

   "What's your name?" he asked.

   "Emi.  What's yours?"

   "Preston.  You remind me of my beloved May, god rest her soul."

   "May was your wife?"

   He just looked at me, and smiled without answering.  He asked me about
my school and such, and told me about his wife.  He seemed like a nice guy.

   "It's such a beautiful day out," I went on, turning to the window.  When
I looked back though, he was staring at my bare behind again.  Feeling more
than a little embarrassed, I nodded goodbye, and then scrambled back to my
side of the curtain to look for my clothes.  They didn't seem to be in the
drawers.

   "Preston, you haven't seen my clothes, have you?" I called out through
the curtain.

   "No," he answered.  He couldn't have taken them, could he?  Or the
nurse? No, it must have been Ryosuke.  I guess I'll have to wait until
tonight to ask him.

   Later after supper, Satomi showed up with Ernie, the teaching assistant
from the course I'd fainted in.  Ernie was in his thirties and fairly
serious.  He gave me fair marks on tests and stuff, but he was always
trying to encourage me to talk more in our tutorial.  He was fairly
patient, but I think he thought I was hopelessly shy.

   "Emi!" Satomi squealed, all excited.  "How are you?  We were so worried
after you collapsed."

   "I'm fine," I told her.  "The doctor says it's no big deal.  I was just
tired.  Sorry to cause all that fuss.  I'm fine really."

   "That's good.  I'm so glad.  We were so worried honestly."

   "Why are you here, Ernie?" I asked.  "You didn't have to come all this
way."

   "The hospital is on my way home, so I thought I'd stop in, and see how
you are.  I can't stay long."

   Satomi got up on my bed, and laid some things out on my table.

   "We brought you some fruit, a deck of cards and the assignment for next
week's class."

   I sat all the way up, and leaned forward to look at the homework.  I
knew that my gown was open at the back, but they were at the foot of the
bed, so I don't think they could see.  Ernie had the basket of fruit
though, so he came closer to set it down on my night table.  I scrambled to
pull my gown closed, but it was caught in the covers.  Ernie turned this
way, his eyes drifting down until they settled on my bare bottom.  Satomi
was explaining my homework, and didn't realize what was going on.

   "Do you want to play some cards?" she suggested.  Ernie looked confused,
wondering how innocent little me, the shyest girl in the class could be
running around with no undies on.

   "Oh, Ernie said he had to go," I suggested, my pussy tingling.  Ernie
seemed to have changed his mind though.

   "Um, I guess I could stay for a game or two," he smiled his face turning
pale.  He pulled a chair over at an angle that he could still see my bare
tush.  I guess I should have covered up, but actually, I was surprised at
Ernie's sudden interest in me.  He was always so polite and formal in
class.

   "What do you want to play?" I asked, peering back at him coyly.  He
paused, taken aback by my flirting.

   "Um, whatever.  What do you usually play?"

   "OK.  We'll teach you a Japanese game: Daifugou."

   I guess I really shouldn't tease him, but Satomi hadn't noticed yet, and
I thought it would be funny.  His reaction was priceless.  I got up onto my
knees, so he could see my bottom better.  It's hard to explain why, but my
pussy was getting all wet and tingly.  It wasn't like I was into Ernie.  He
was a bit dry and stuffy in class.  He'd been giving me middling marks all
term, but he'd definitely remember me now.  I shrugged off the first wave
of a mounting orgasm.  I really don't know why I was getting so excited.

   Anyway, Satomi and I explained the rules to him, and he eventually had
to pull his chair up beside me, so he couldn't see my backside anymore. 
After a while, Satomi excused herself to go to the washroom.  Ernie rubbed
his nose, obviously wanting to take another peek, but I turned to face him
hiding my back.

   We just sat there awkwardly neither of us knowing what to say.  He kept
peering at me curiously, trying to figure out what I was up to.  Satomi
came back out, and said,

   "I guess we'd better go, and leave you to get some rest."

   Ernie clearly didn't want to leave.  I thanked both of them, and
eventually, they left.

   I slept a bit more, but eventually, I heard Ryosuke's voice out in the
hall.  The nurses were giving him a hard time insisting that visiting hours
were over.  I got up out of bed, slid my feet into some slippers, and came
out to the nursing station.

   "That's OK.  I'll just see him out, alright?" I suggested to the head
nurse.  She looked quite concerned, but finally nodded.  On the way to the
elevator, Ryosuke handed me the plastic bag he was carrying.

   "What's this?" I asked.

   "Your clothes," he grinned sheepishly.  "I washed them at a coin
laundry, and just picked them up now."

   So he did have them all along.  I gave him a peeved look, but he just
grinned.

   "Wait here.  I'll put them away, and come back."

   Ryosuke turned to watch as I walked away, admiring my bare behind.  When
I came back, he was smiling ear to ear.

   "That's quite an outfit."

   I winced, and tried to get the gown back under control, so the nurses
wouldn't notice.  Once we were in the elevator, Ryosuke gave me a kiss.

   "How are you feeling?"

   "A lot better, thanks.  I'm pretty sure it was just lack of sleep."

   Part way down the elevator stopped, and an orderly got on.  I backed up
trying to hide my rear.  Ryosuke nodded for me to show the guy, but I shook
my head.

   "You know I accidentally flashed my comp lit tutor today," I whispered
to Ryosuke.

   "Oh really?  What did he think?" he grinned.  I switched to my best
pouty face.  The elevator stopped on the first floor, and we all got off.
Ryosuke took my hand, and led me towards the back door, but the orderly
glanced back, and caught a glimpse of my tukus.  I shot him an embarrassed
look, but he just smiled.

   Ryosuke took me all the way outside to the edge of the parking lot.  It
was pretty dark out, but we could see the street lights shining, and hear
the cars going by on the road on the other side of the parking lot.  The
wind was swirling all around my body making me acutely aware of how naked I
was.

   "Ryosuke, you shouldn't have taken my clothes.  I've been wandering
around half naked all day," I scolded.  He wrapped his arms around me, and
pulled me close.

   "You weren't naked.  You had this on," he told me, pulling the gown open
at the back.

   "Ryosuke, don't!"

   He tilted me around making me show my backside.

   "You've got a dynamite ass.  You shouldn't be afraid to show it off." He
grabbed hold of the gown, and pulled it up, peaking underneath at my pussy.

   "Ryosuke, cut it out."

   "OK," he finally relented.  "But we gotta get together after you get
out."

   I just blushed, but I was happy that he was so interested in me.  I gave
him a kiss good night, and quickly rushed back upstairs.  I was so relieved
when I finally got to pull my panties back on.  It had been quite an
adventure, but I knew I couldn't run around like that forever.

   The next day, the doctor came, and gave me a clean bill of health.  It
had been an interesting visit, but I was glad to go back home, and sleep in
my own bed.

   Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/