Doctors Appointment

    Have you ever had one of those days where just nothing goes right? Well Ophelia's turn was up, she was having just one of those days. It all started early this morning. Ophelia was only trying to find her way to work on this dreary, rainy day, when one of those infamous city chuck holes found her and said come on in, glad to see you. Nice one too, as she instantly had no air in her tire. So what is a girl to do, pull over and wait for some gentleman to help her, no not these days, chivalry is long dead. She'll have to brave the rain, and flat tire all by herself. In fact, while Ophelia is changing her own tire a Policeman happens by, and what does he do, what else, he hits the same chuck hole, showering Ophelia with nice wet slimy mud, of course his tire doesn't go flat so he gets to keep on going.
    Then her spare tire on, in what was probably the biggest brain storm of her life, Ophelia decided to continue on to work instead of going home and getting changed out of her mud soaked clothes. Not the brightest of decisions, but she was already late for work, and didn't want any more trouble. After all she could wash up in the ladies room, couldn't she? Ophelia arrived in all her muddy glory only to find her time card gone; like I said, one of those days where nothing goes right. It was replaced with a note demanding that she report immediately to her bosses office. Well at least if he, her boss screamed and holard Ophelia would know everything was back to normal. Only when Ophelia did walk into his office, he proceeded to crack up laughing, "I saw you changing your tire girl but you certainly didn't look that good." Ophelia hadn't stopped at the ladies room in fear of angering her boss any more. She could imagine she probably was quite a sight, or atleast she could see that her nice white dress was indeed quite ruined. But to laugh, well there is humor in mishap, a lot of people find it funny, and it certainly wasn't as if she was really hurt or anything, other than maybe her dignity. Her boss sent his private secretary after a garbage bag, he wasn't having Ophelia sit in his chair until it was protected. Ophelia knew him to always like his victims seated so he could tower over them, probably an insecurity of his, considering he was so short. Thus with Ophelia properly seated he proceeded to chew her out over not having that report on his desk yet. It was a report that Ophelia had been working on for over a month, but it wasn't due until tomorrow. How ever he was screaming again so that was a good thing, things were getting back to normal, or so Ophelia thought.
    Truly that was not to be the end of it. After the chewing Ophelia left her Boss's Office to begin another day of work. She did manage a pit stop to the ladies room, congratulating herself as she thought she succeed quite well at cleaning up the mud considering the circumstances. She did look something of a drenched rat, but it was a far cry from looking like she just came from amateur night down at the local mud wrestling pit. She even managed to sponge off her dress with a damp cloth so well that it actually looked white again. "Pink today" was the first comment she heard upon exiting the ladies room. Ophelia looked a bit dumbfounded before she realized what he had meant. She wore pink panties, and he knew because when white dresses get wet they tend to become see-through. Of course she had to be halfway through the secretarial pool before such a reality sunk in. Oh how dumb could she get? She blushed, to say the least, as she certainly now felt naked standing here like this infront of everyone. Her panties, they were talking about her panties. How much worse could it get, no she didn't want to know how worse it could get, for she feared today she just might find out. Numbly Ophelia scurried to her cubical, getting quickly out of everyone's view. Yet she knew she hadn't heard the end of that mistake. Ophelia smiled thinking how funny it would have been if it had happened to someone else, what else could she do, and how much better it would have been. If only's, she thought as she opened her program to finish her report. Just then the lights went out, just to come back on just as quick, but Ophelia's computer did not. Now normally when something like this happened Ophelia's computer would be the last the tecks got to, but considering her wet dress guess who's computer they came to first. You know guys are dogs she said with a smile to the teck as he crawled under her dress... desk; goodness this wet dress was certainly getting on her brain. Ophelia stood there as she knew she would be expected to, as always, waiting. She stood there not only wondering about her computer, but wondering if this guys eyes which were glued to her panties were indeed seeing more than just her panties? Ophelia thought about just taking off her dress, and asking if he could see any better now, which of course brought a smile back to her face, but such wouldn't help to get her computer running. Still she could but stand and wait. It was probably a good half hour before the Tech stood up announcing that it was dead. What Ophelia exclaimed, shifting out of her thoughts. Your computer it is a loss mam.
    Ophelia dreaded the return trip to her boss's office, she knew she would be fired as there was no way she could get this report done now, and he was definitely the kind to fire someone over that. But then her first stroke of good luck, she remembered she was suppose to go to the Doctors today, not that she liked Doctors appointments, but going to a Doctor sure beat getting fired, even if getting fired was inevitable. And to think she had almost totally forgotten about this. Ophelia's heart started racing as she waited for the head secretary to dig out her appointment. Butterflies began dancing in her stomach as she waited, fearing that this too would be lost considering her luck today. Gynecologist, 2:PM the head secretary called out, and Ophelia could have nearly jumped for joy. Will you be back today, she asked as usual. Probably, Ophelia lied, I have a report to finish up late tonight. Ophelia knew she wasn't coming back, but it was worth the stall. Why get chewed out when she knew the job was lost anyhow.
    Finally away from work Ophelia made her way to her Doctors Office. Only, Ophelia's Doctor was sick today so his patients were divided between the other Doctors in the hospital. Ophelia could have opted to simply rescheduled her appointment, but the thought of going back to work, not today. Of course today being her lucky day, this new Doctor couldn't have been on the other side of the Hospital, indeed he wasn't even in the same complex. Ophelia made her way through the parking lot which meant getting drenched again as the rain still hadn't quit. Thus once again she was in a see-through dress as she found her way to this new Doctors Office. At least it was empty, something that never happened. But indeed it was, a fare reward for a very bad day. Strange how the worst of times can make you appreciate the little things.
    Ophelia barely had time to skim through a pamphlet on College Grants, when the Nurse called for her, or that is she was the only other Miss in here so she had to be referring to her. This truly was a nice office, informal, comfortable, and not overburdened with all those stuffy medical journals. Ophelia almost reluctant to leave, followed the nurse as she made her way through the waiting room and down the same hall Ophelia had entered through, a bit unusual, but nothing important. You can change in here, offered the Nurse, holding the door open for Ophelia, as she handed her a paper smock. We need you to remove all your clothes Jewelry and underwear too please. It was the standard request, only the door was one of these half doors centered from top to bottom, the type that covered strategic parts but accents the imagination. And it didn't help that this changing room right infront of the outside entrance door, giving Ophelia a good view of the Parking Lot from where she stood. Nor did it help that the door was louvered, let alone the fact that she could see every inch of the Nurse through those louvers. To say she was uneasy about removing her clothes like this was an understatement. It also didn't help that the Nurse was standing there talking to her as if this were a normal thing, something worthy of nothing more than to be described as casual, which it certainly did not feel casual to Ophelia. That is the Nurse was talking to her over the door, casually telling her what clothes to take off. But none the less, as uneasy as it was Hospitals were never strong on modesty, at least not where patients were concerned. You may leave your clothes there Miss, no one will bother them, promised the Nurse as Ophelia dawned her paper smock.
    The smock had one tie in back where it's sides never quite met, but such was normal of hospital smocks. If the changing room had been uneasy enough, walking back down that hall with ones back to that outside glass door, ones back not quite covered, doesn't help the butterflies in a girls stomach. But barefoot and dressed in only a flimsy paper smock Ophelia did follow. When the Nurse asked her to again take her seat in the waiting room Ophelia hesitated, with so little to cover her almost naked body, between her nudity and a public waiting room... Ophelia tried to tell herself that these were just clothes, no different than any other clothes, she was always naked under all clothes, but all she could think of was someone else coming along to join her in the waiting room, some one like that Computer Teck that never did quit staring at her panties. She stood there uneasily feeling as if even her breasts could bee seen right through such thin flimsy tissue, as if they were ready to tear right out of such unstretching paper with any and every move. Then once she was seated the worst was realized. It wasn't just a cool breeze she thought she could feel under her smock, it was that such a short unconforming article of clothing did little to hide a certain area up between her legs that she just didn't care to be randomly flashing. She tried crossing her legs but that only proved to make her bare ass more prominent. Not that anyone was here to see her anyhow but she worried all the same. Shifting around nervously she tried to find a modest position, but she only continued to make the situation worse. And soon she was no longer alone as four or five others drifted in, mostly elderly gentlemen, probably for one of the other Doctors that shared this waiting room she supposed. And probably too, if she hadn't wiggled around so much, and would have left well enough alone, no one would have noticed her, but with all of her commotion, they all stared at her. In the end, while perspiring profusely, she ended up sitting up perfectly strait with her hands pushing the tissue down between her legs, not a very ladylike position but it sufficed. Now if only her perspiration didn't dissolve this smock before someone came for her. Indeed her breasts so flattened by the smock were beginning to be outlined by her sweat when the Nurse finally did call on her.
    May I have a clean smock, Ophelia asked as the Nurse let her in the examining room, I seem to be a little nervous today. Sure, she answered, there are several in the dressing room if you like, motioning for Ophelia to follow. Ah... Ophelia thought of all those old men ogling her bare behind as she walked out of the waiting room, if it is all the same, could I just change in here? The Nurse looked at her a little strange. Well I guess it doesn't make much any difference does it, she finally answered. There should be some extras in the cabinet under the examining table if you like. The examining room was unusually round and toped with mirrors, giving it a more modern look. But Ophelia paid all little mind as she shed her sweat soaked smock and made her way the the examining table in the middle of the room, totally oblivious of even the still open door. Naked she bent to look through the doors under the table to find herself a fresh smock. I can understand, the Nurse commented standing in the open doorway, I guess why considering the circumstances why it doesn't bother you to get undressed, but why dress again? Ophelia blushed, ya, I guess I never really thought of it that way, this being a Doctors office and all, I guess it's just sort of a false modesty. The Nurse only shrugged her shoulders in reply as she helped Ophelia up on the table and strapped her feet into the stirrups, her legs now spread to either side of the table. Now if you would just pull your smock up round your belly the Doctor will be with you in a moment.
    It was strange Ophelia thought almost aloud, how she could lie here now with her pussy completely bared and spread, yet she didn't feel nowhere near as naked as when she sat fully covered in the waiting room with all those old men. Even when the Doctor, a total stranger, entered, she didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, even as she thought of her dark tangles of pubic hair must look against her winter white skin, how obvious her naked pussy had to be, not to mention the fact that even her pink pussy lips stood in plain sight, spread and fully open to his view. But this fact somehow didn't bother her, after all it was his job. What will it be Miss, anything bothering you, or just a routine checkup? There it was that informality, he simply referred to her as Miss, not using her name. Ophelia found herself liking this all over again. Yes Doc, just a checkup, it's been a while you know, Ophelia answered speaking to him, talking to him over top her naked pussy. But why hadn't he known that? Didn't he read his chart? Ah, he was just probably making polite conversation. Well it looks good so far, nice and pink, he commented casually as he turned on his examining light. Ophelia watched contentedly. Would you mind if we shaved you, he asked out of the blue? That did catch Ophelia off guard, her normal Gynecologist had never had a problem with all her hair. It was rather thick and tangly, and probably not too easy to see through. But, she consoled herself, this was not her normal Doctor, and different Doctors do things different ways. And she did indeed have an awful lot of hair down there. You don't like my pretty blond locks she jested, not that they were in any way blond but it sounded better. No, no Miss don't take offense. I was only meaning that the lack of pubic hair would less obstruct our view. Doc, Ophelia said, it is ok I was just teasing with you. Go ahead and shave my pussy if that is what you prefer. Ophelia hadn't felt naked at first barring and spreading her pussy, but talking so candidly about her pussy was definitely beginning to make her a little squeamish.
    It felt funny having someone gently pulling at her pussy hair and cutting it away. But it felt even stranger to have someone rubbing shaving cream all over her naked pussy. With a simple raiser the Doctor proceeded to shave her, pulling that razor one stroke after another through that thick white lather, baring stripe after stripe of her soon to be hairless pussy. Then came the feeling of him wiping the rest of the shaving cream out of the folds of her pussy lips, which was totally disshelving, but she made herself to not even quiver. Her pussy now totally shaven and slightly aroused, Ophelia finally felt naked. The Doc pulled her smock up to just above her belly button as he dried her off, and tied another strap across her now bare tummy, strapping in her arms as well. Well your Labia Majora looks quite well, he commented reaching for his forceps and probes. Ophelia cringed, this was the part she never quite liked, that cold steel penetrating her orifice to pry her pussy open. Ophelia had promised herself that this time she was going to masturbate herself while waiting for the Doctor, so her pussy would be more pliable, more willing to be spread open so wide. She probably even could have gotten away with it while the waiting room was still empty, there had definitely been enough time to of gotten herself off before the old men arrived. But that was the last thing that was on her mind at that point, and way to late now. He turned the spreader on the forceps opening her ever wider as he reached for his examining light. Not that anyone needed a light to see up inside her, her pussy being spread this wide, she thought to herself. He looked and probed around inside of her for a while before announcing, Looks very healthy Miss Jones. Ophelia was relieved, it was over... Miss Jones? Bells went off in her head, who was Miss Jones? Her last name was Offlen. Class he continued, if you will look in your monitors... Class Ophelia's mind exploded, what did he mean, class? And why was he facing away from her looking at the walls? It was then that Ophelia noticed the camera hanging from the ceiling. She certainly didn't know how she had missed it before now, but it was now definitely pointing right up her open cunt. You have just seen how an examination is conducted, and I would just like to point a few areas of interest... The light lowered and Ophelia could now see a red beam coming from a pointer in the Doctors hand, as he used it to point out key points inside of her open, naked pussy. And with the lights dimmed to better focus the light in her pussy, Ophelia noticed she could see outlines of people behind the mirrors that surrounded the top of the Examining Room. It was an auditorium, and she was center stage, or her pussy was center stage that is. Class? Ophelia finally managed in a bewildered tone, almost a peep, Class? Please keep it down Miss Jones, it is hard enough to hear my Class's questions on your Vulva. Just then Ophelia realized, they had been sitting there through the whole thing, even when she had gotten changed. They had seen her completely naked. She had got undressed infront of a classroom full of people. God they were looking up her pussy, what did it it matter if they had seen her naked? Naked was nothing compared to having her pussy spread and a camera shoved up it. Ophelia was numb. My name is Ophelia Offlen, not Miss Jones, she finally managed. Suddenly it was the Doctors turn to stop, his mouth still open that is, as he turned to her. My Doctor was sick and they sent me over here. She wanted terribly to close her legs, to cover her pussy, to hide her nakedness. Your not Brenda Jones? No Sir I am not. Ahm... well Ophelia is it... this is my class, he said motioning to the mirrors. Ophelia having already seen them only looked to her bare pussy. The Doctor followed her eyes, you have provided a great service. This is a Medical School, that is we trade some Medical help in return for using you as a specimen... ah, a teaching tool. Ophelia could still not look up thinking about all of these people looking at her nakedness so utterly exposed before them, she could but turn a few more shades of red.
    Just then another blond walked through the door, her clothes hitting the floor as she walked in. Sorry I am late Doctor Sam. The naked girl stopped in her tracks as she caught sight of the naked girl already spread out on the table. The Nurse now coming through the open door apologizing to the Doc for this girl getting through, almost stopping amid sentence, realizing the girl was naked. Auh, I really need this exam Doc, is there any way, the girl interrupted staring at the other naked girl already laying on the table with her pussy already spread? Sure Miss Jones he answered trying to sound concerned, instead of worried about what Ophelia was going to do. An act to make himself look better in his mistaken patients eyes as he began nervously undoing her restraints. Is it ok with you Miss Ophelia? Ophelia may be blond, and at this moment no one could prove her otherwise, but she was no fool, his charade was as transparent as... as was her wet dress of earlier today. Don't worry Doc, she said patting down her smock as got up from the table, I won't sew you, It's not in my nature. At least it was over she told herself, as she slid off the end of the table, but it wasn't, the tie of her smock caught on a stirrup as she stood up, only to let her stand up less any clothes at all. She only shrugged her shoulders, even knowing full well that her over ample breasts would accent such a movement. And bounce they did as she finished, what can I say it has just been one of those days.
    Ophelia winked as she walked by the old men, probably nearly giving them a heart attack. Grabbing only her dress Ophelia walked back out into the rain, shimmying it on as she walked across the parking lot, no longer caring who saw her naked. She was going back to work, if she had to go out, she was at the very least going to do out in style. She didn't even bother going back to her car as work was only two blocks away, and she was already soaked anyhow. She walked into the lobby, employees are suppose to take the service elevators around back. All eyes soon turned to her, Ophelia's sopping wet dress sticking to her every curve like glue, and not leaving much to the imagination. She simply told the bell boy to run her up to the fifth floor, that is where her work is at. The bell boy stared at her the whole way up. Ophelia smiled, imagining what a sight she must be. Coming, she said simply as she walked into the secretarial pool. He followed. She walked to the center, about where she had realized her dress was see-through this morning. She stood there as before until all eyes were on her. Oh my goodness, she exclaimed aloud, it appears I have forgotten my panties. And my dress, look it's so wet, it is as if you can see right through it. Surly, I couldn't have for gotten my panties. And with that Ophelia raised her skirt tucking it under her chin, and looking down. She continues the jest, I really have forgotten my panties haven't I, has anyone seen my pink panties? She mocks as she finishes pulling her dress up over her head. Maybe there in here she says lifting a foot to the desk in front of her as she once again opens her pussy to a crowded room. Well it certainly is pink in there, but I don't see any panties do you? Just then her boss comes out to see what all the commotion is about, and Ophelia seeing the scared looks knew what was up. Spinning about Ophelia nearly slapped him in the face with her bare tits. Mr. Jinkins, she says, looking as solemn as a naked girl can look, I just wanted you to know... I don't work here no more!