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Seeing Doctors
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life. 
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Most of the time I try to take pretty good care of
myself - you know, exercise, eat right, get enough
sleep, 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.  My mom always says you can
never be too careful.

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 around at my backside, but you 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 got my hoodie out of my locker, and
pulled it on.  I took the rest of my stuff over to the
front desk, and asked the clerk, Ray, to hold onto it
for me till I came back.  He looked pretty concerned,
but I told him it was nothing serious, and then limped
slowly off to the clinic.

Outside, a lot of people stopped to look at me as I
passed.  At first, I thought it was because of the way
I was limping, but slowly I realized that it was more
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.  A lot of girls here have this kind of
suit, so in the pool, it doesn't stand out that much,
but out here on the street, I was attracting a lot of
attention.  I just tried to ignore them, but quite a
lot of people did stop to stare.  Even when I got to
the waiting room at the clinic, I could hear people
murmuring as I went 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."

"Well, have a seat, and the nurse will call you when
there's an opening."

It still hurt a bit much to sit, so I just sort of
stood at the back, hiding my thong bottom against the
wall.  Eventually, the nurse called me, and led me
back to a large room with three examining 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 examining table, but I just leaned up against it
waiting for him to finish.  There was a thin,
Goth-type guy fidgeting on the third table.  He looked
over at me, and smiled.  I was still in too much
discomfort 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 file.

"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 of course there were no marks
or anything to see, because it hurt most under the
suit.

"Uh, does it hurt in the gluteal region, around your
gluteus maximus?"

"Pardon?"

"On the cheeks I mean."

"No, no, further up."

"Um, do you think you could show me?" he asked more
nervously now.  The Goth guy was staring over at me
quite interested now, so the doctor pulled the curtain
around my table.  "Um, I can call a nurse if you
like," he offered.  I raised my eyebrows not sure what
he meant.  "To observe I mean."

"No, that's alright," I finally said.  I really didn't
want a whole big audience.  I pulled off my hoodie,
and peeled the straps of my swimsuit off my shoulders.
 The doctor stared down at my chart.

"Tsuruta?  That sounds Japanese," he went on, trying
to steer the conversation onto safe ground.

"It is," I nodded, pulling my swimsuit all the way
down to my thighs.  I felt distinctly self-conscious
standing here naked in the middle of this busy
examination room, but I guess the curtain did
more-or-less shield me from view.  The doctor examined
my bare back and rear end with this exaggeratedly
serious expression on his face.

"Here?" he asked pointing to the top of my butt crack.

"Yes," I blushed.

"That looks fine.  There are no bruises or redness or
anything."

"It still hurts," I insisted.

"OK, lie down," he told me.  I hesitated for a second,
and then slid my swimsuit off completely.  I did feel
embarrassed of course, but somehow having the swimsuit
wrapped around my thighs made me feel even worse. 
"Oh, you can keep it on," he hurried to tell me.

"No, that's OK," I answered.  Thinking back, I guess
this might have seemed a bit weird, but I was just so
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.  He was
clearly interested in my body, tilting it a bit with
his finger tips examining my bottom 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 slowly came out of his
daydream.

"Um, oh well anyway, I really don't think there is
anything wrong with you," he said staring down
intently at my bare behind.  "Go home, and rest I
guess.  If it keeps bothering you, I'll be here
tomorrow and Friday."

I looked at him, and frowned.  Why did I have to come
see him?  There were other doctors on staff surely. 
He maintained this serious look, but it seemed to me
that he was gaining some secret satisfaction from
checking out my nubile young body.  I guess I also
wanted some kind of cure for my pain, but he didn't
seem concerned at all.  Maybe he was right though,
that if there were no marks or swelling, I was
worrying over nothing.

It was clear that the examination was over, but he
continued to sit there for some time filling out my
chart.  I slowly got up, but he glanced over at my
pussy and breasts, not with the cool gaze of a doctor,
but more the keen interested eyes of a man.  I turned
my back to him, but I could feel him watching me,
especially when I bent over to pick up my swimsuit. 
Only once I pulled my hoodie back on did he get up.

"Anyway, give us a call if you want me, um... to take
another look." he said deadpan.  I felt a bit strange,
but I guess I could have handled it differently.  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.  I was
probably just imagining things when I thought the
doctor was interested in me.  He must see hundreds of
girls naked each week.  It was probably just in my
head.

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 whole week, until one day, my alarm went
off at seven.  I had a whole bunch of things to do
that day, so even though I was completely exhausted, I
got dressed, had a shower, ate breakfast, 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.

I don't really remember being carried to the hospital,
but I vaguely remember someone waking me to ask about
my insurance.  When I woke up the second time, my
boyfriend Ryosuke was sitting in a chair next to my
hospital bed.  I guess my friend Satomi must have
phoned 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 just so tired."  It was a bit of an
effort to talk even, but I felt 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. 
Ryosuke held my hand while I rested, and pretty soon
the doctor came in.

"Miss Tsuruta, is it?" he asked looking at my chart. 
Ryosuke got up, and the doctor came over to the side
of my bed.  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 lie
back, and 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 epidemic going over there, and we
thought you might have just got back," he explained
feeling my neck for swelling.

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

"Here, can you pull up your gown?  I want to listen to
your heartbeat," he explained holding out his
stethoscope.  I struggled to sit up, noticing for the
first time I was wearing one of those paper-thin
hospital gowns.  I did as he asked, only slowly
realizing that I wasn't wearing anything underneath
the gown.  The doctor's eyes flashed wide in shock as
he stared down at my bushy black pubic hair.

"Oh!" I squealed, surprised.  Ryosuke covered his
mouth, but he was obviously snickering to himself.  I
guess the nurse or someone might have undressed me
while I was asleep, but where did my panties go?  I
looked over at Ryosuke suspiciously, but he just made
this innocent face.

"Um, you... um... you... uh," the doctor mumbled, not
quite sure what to make of the situation.  The old man
in the next bed turned this way straining to see what
was going on.  The doctor pulled the curtain around my
bed, eyeing Ryosuke edgily.

"Um, would you like to um...?"  The doctor didn't
finish his question, but it was obvious he was asking
about my panties.  I glanced around, but they were
nowhere to be seen.  Ryosuke looked around too.  Not
sure what else to do, I motioned for the doctor to go
ahead.  He looked a bit fazed by my nudity, but he
carefully placed his stethoscope down between my bare
breasts.

"Eww!  That's cold," I squealed.  The doctor was
trying so hard to keep a serious face, but it looked
like beads of sweat were forming on his brow.  I felt
embarrassed of course, but proud too in a way.  Even
exhausted, my body still had the power to get him all
stirred up.  I blushed as the doctor stared at my
breasts, and eventually, he motioned for me to push my
gown back down.

"Anyway, I don't think it's anything serious, but
maybe we'd better run a few tests to be sure."  He
left, leaving me feeling a bit strange.

"Seems he liked what he saw," Ryosuke smirked.  I gave
him such a look, but it was hard to stay angry.  It
had pretty funny seeing the doctor's reaction when I
first pulled up my gown.  "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 around 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 showing him my bare buttocks,
and he licked his lips in appreciation.  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 better look at my pussy.  I giggled, but it was
obvious the guy in the next bed was listening.

"Anyway, you'd better get back to work," I whispered. 
He leaned over, and kissed me on the lips, took one
last look at my bare behind, and then headed out.

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

I slept a bit more, but eventually, one of the staff
woke me up for supper.  She pressed some buttons, and
the top half of my bed rose, so I could sit upright to
eat.  I got up to go to the bathroom, but as I slid
out of bed, I realized there didn't seem to be any tie
in the middle at the back of the gown.  As I walked
over to the bathroom, I caught the old man sneaking a
peek at my bare behind.  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
down 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 any of the
drawers.

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

"No," he answered, quick as a shot.  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 for 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 Satomi and me to talk more in our
tutorial.  He was fairly patient, but I think he
thought we were 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 so tired.  Sorry to cause all that
fuss.  I'm fine really."

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

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

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

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

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

I sat all the way up, swinging my feet around to my
sides to balance, and leaned forward to look at the
homework.  I was aware of course that my backside was
exposed, but both of them were at the foot of the bed,
so they couldn't see.  Ernie was carrying the basket
of fruit, and strode over to my night table to set it
down.  Unsure what to do, I tensed my shoulders as he
turned.  I didn't dare look, but I thought I heard a
little gasp as he looked down to see my bare bottom
peeking out from between the folds of my gown.  Satomi
was still explaining my homework, but shivers were
running up my spine as I felt his eyes on my uncovered
backside.

"Do you want to play some cards?" Satomi suggested,
blissfully unaware of what was going on.  I glanced
back at Ernie who was quite clearly shaken from seeing
innocent little me, the shyest girl in the class
shamelessly mooning him.  I was always such a good
girl in class I guess he never expected to see me
naked.

"Oh, Ernie said he had to go," I nervously countered,
my pussy tingling like crazy.  Ernie stared in wonder
at my behind, covered his crotch with the book he was
carrying, and then slowly looked up.

"Oh, I guess I could stay for a game or two," he
shrugged still not knowing quite what to make of the
situation.  He pulled a chair over to the head of the
bed obviously trying to get behind me, so he could get
a better look at my fanny.  I took out the cards, and
shuffled them, surprised a bit at how eager he seemed
to be to stare at me.  He was always so polite and
formal in class.  I always had the impression he
wasn't that interested in girls.  Now though his eyes
had lit up in obvious delight.  I honestly hadn't
really meant to show him my bare bottom, but it was
too late now.

"What do you want to play?" I asked, unconsciously
arching my back to emphasize the curves of my rear. 
He hesitated for a moment apparently quite bewildered
by my daring.

"Anything," he shrugged.

"OK.  We'll teach you a Japanese game: Daifugou." 
Seeing the look of disbelief on Ernie's face, I
couldn't resist teasing him more.  In order to deal
out the cards, I rose up onto my knees leaning forward
slightly with my legs spread.  It was hard to tell for
sure, but from the angle he was sitting, he could
probably see my pubic hair peeking out from between my
legs, and perhaps even more.  Still, I was so worried
that Satomi might notice that I was starting to get
the jitters.  The tingling in my pussy was getting
even worse.  It wasn't that I liked Ernie so much.  He
was a bit dry and stuffy in class, and he'd been
giving me middling marks all term, but he'd definitely
remember me now.  I tensed my buttocks cheeks
struggling to hold back the orgasm I could feel coming
on.

I glanced back at Ernie, but he looked so confused,
unable to understand why I was teasing him so.  I sat
back down feeling a little foolish for flashing him my
pussy so brazenly like that.  I really don't know why
I do things like that.

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.

"Where's your underwear?" he finally asked.

"In the laundry," I blushed.  I hadn't really expected
him to be so frank about what he had seen.  He was
still kind of peering at me curiously, mulling the
situation over.  Satomi came back out, and said,

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

Ernie didn't look so keen on leaving anymore, but I
thanked them for dropping by.

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 asked
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 laundromat, and just picked them up now."

I shot him a peeved look, but he just flashed me this
wide innocent grin.

"Wait here.  I'll just drop them off at my room."

Ryosuke turned to watch as I walked away, my gown
floating wide open at the back exposing my bare
backside.  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 I was running around
half naked.  Once we were in the elevator, Ryosuke
gave me a kiss, and asked,

"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 hiding my rear against the wall, but
Ryosuke playfully caught hold of my gown, and tried to
pull it open.

"You know I accidentally flashed my comp lit tutor
today," I whispered in Japanese, looking up at him
with a naughty look on my face.

"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 bare
behind.  I shot him a 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 streetlights 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 under my gown.

"Ryosuke, you shouldn't have taken my clothes.  I've
been wandering around half naked all day," I lectured
him, pretending to be angry.  He wrapped his arms
around my hips, 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 exposing my backside to the whole
parking lot.

"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 I guess that he was
still so interested in me.  I gave him a kiss good
night, and quickly went back upstairs.  I was relieved
when I finally pulled 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 trip, but
I was glad to get back out.  Everyone at school was so
supportive.  I wondered if Ernie had told anyone what
had happened.

Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/


       
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