1. The Medical Alternative


    Date: 11/6/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Enema, Foot or shoe fetish, Humiliation, Reluctance, Author: Pinwheeler, Source: sexstories.com

    personality,” thought the nurse. “Please remove your clothes, and put on this gown,” the nurse said, as she removed a folded paper gown from a drawer in the exam table. “Oh, come on,” said, Kaylie, looking at the flimsy paper dress. “I hate those stupid things.” “Well, that's the procedure, Kaylie. You have to follow our rules if you want to get out of here. You can keep your panties on, everything else has to come off. I'll be back in a few.” The nurse left, closing the door behind her. Kaylie picked up the gown, feeling how cheap and thin it was. She tossed it down in disgust. Slipping off her top off, she threw it onto a chair. She then slid her tall boots off, revealing little pink ankle socks. Then off came her yoga pants. She put the awkward gown on, covering her black bra and panties. Then she stood there a few minutes, impatient as she waited for the nurse. There was a knock, and the door opened. “This way, please,” the nurse said, standing at the door. “Isn't this the exam room?” asked Kaylie, as if the nurse was stupid. “We're going to the lab for a few tests,” Nurse Johnson answered, doing her best to not lose it with this brat. “Like this?” said the young girl, looking down at the paper gown. “It's right down the hall. Come on.” The nurse led Kaylie out of the room. It felt like forever to the girl as they went, passing various nurses and doctors in the hallway. She hoped no one noticed her in the thin gown. They finally got to a door and the nurse led her patient ...
    into the lab. It was a large room, brightly lit. To Kaylie's left was a station and chair for drawing blood. An exam table was to her right, as was a stand holding a enema bag. Another door was on her right hand wall, and one reading “restroom” was straight ahead of her A medical scale stood in the far corner of the room. “Take a seat,” said Nurse Johnson, motioning to the chair. The nurse gathered a syringe and vials from a counter as the girl sat down. “Arm out,” said the nurse, lowering an armrest in front of the patient. The girl did as she was told, anxious for this to be over with. “OW!” cried Kaylie, as the nurse inserted the needle. “Do you even know what you're doing?” “I'm sorry,” said the nurse, biting her tongue to not go off on this punk. Filling three vials of blood, the nurse labeled and set them aside. Kaylie sat, pressing gauze to her arm while the nurse worked, wondering when she could get out of this place. “Okay,” said Nurse Johnson, taking a small container from a drawer. “I'm going to need a urine sample. “What? I'm not pissing in a cup”, said the girl angrily. “Why do you need my blood and piss?” “So we can see what you've been doing to yourself,” retorted the nurse calmly. “We need a sample in order to clear you.” Kaylie sighed, standing up and snatching the cup. She walked to the bathroom, the nurse right behind her. Opening the restroom door, the girl turned around. “What are you doing?” she asked, seeing the nurse right behind her. “I'm making sure ...
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