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, my friends and the background to this post, please check out my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/


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 down past my breasts, and then awkwardly wiggling it 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 hide me from view.  The doctor examined my bare back and rear end with this exaggerated 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 getting some secret satisfaction from checking out my nubile young body.  I guess I 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'd gotten my swimsuit on, and pulled on my hoodie 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 my imagination.

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 around 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 stuttered, 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, 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 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 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 visit, 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.org/~emitsuruta/
