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- Teens playing doctor -- Perkins, 11:17:51 11/16/04 Tue 
Thank you for reviving this board. I hope many will contribute posts to keep it up.
I am well into my teens and an avid participant in playing doctor. I play with my friends both female and male when and where ever possible.
We own a collection of props, stethoscopes, oral and rectal thermometers, BP cuffs, reflex hammer, a chest monitor that doesn't alway work and other medical equipment including an IV pole. I have a hospital gown, regular and hospital pajamas that I wear as needed. One friend owns a real hospital bed complete with side rails.
Our game scenarios vary from office visits, to doctors house call and hospital stays. We try to all of them make as realsitic as is possible.
My favs is playing the patient in a hospital scenario. Our scenarios follow a pattern, doctors examination, usual in my boxers; admission I get a patient ID band and change for my stay in bed; in bed I'm examined and have my temp, BP and pulse taken regularly; I receive treatments like an IV, oxygen wear a plastic mask over my nose and mouth, am wired to the chest monitor, maybe cathed for urine or fed thru a nasalgastric tube taped into one nostril; and any thing else my doctor thinks my condition requires. Usually I'm kept in bed for most of our play. We play on Saturdays sometimes our play lasts the whole day. Often I eat my meals sitting up in bed and I have, a few times, peed into a bag or jug since I was too sick to get up. When I can get out of bed I'm in my gown or pajamas with a collection of tubes and bags hanging off my body.
My favs; my doctor opening my pajamas to stethoscope my bare chest; staying in bed attached to all kinds of treatments; and walking around in my pajamas or gown pushing my IV. I also like having my temperature taken, orally and especially rectally, but thats not always possible when I'm connected to many tubes.
I write more about my experiences another time.
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- playing with friends -- Peter, 03:41:50 11/17/04 Wed 
When I was a small boy about 10 years old I used to play doctor with some of my girl and boy friends. Some of them were younger and some were same aged or older. Most of the time I played with a girl about 12 years old. I had to be patient most of the time. And it was me who ended with pants down and examed naked. It was arousing and I have good memories about.
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- playing with husband -- Amy, 16:21:25 11/22/04 Mon 
My husband and I play doctor all the time. We have just about all the non-restricted medical equipment that you can legally own. We even have an examining table with stirrups. It is a lot of great fun. Many times, I get into the role-play that I forget the doctor is my husband and I get embarrassed.
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- my play doctor experience more to come -- pajamasman1966, 09:38:13 11/24/04 Wed 
Thank you for reviving this board.
I'll post my "Play Doctor" experiences later. For regular readers of these boards I apologize now if I repeat myself.
I "Played Doctor" with my best friend Aaron from the time we were 9 or 10 y.o until he moved away when I was 15. Aaron, son of a practicing GP, had a accumulated a collection of real doctor/medical instruments ranging from a stethoscope to an IV pole. Aaron knew how to use each of the instruments which added considerably to the realness of our play. Since we played mostly at his house, used his bedroom and medical equipment I was cast as his patient a good deal of the time. I didn't mind my patient role as I got to lay in bed and watch Aaron do all the work.
I post my most notable experiences later.
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- Want to talk -- Mark, 02:00:09 11/25/04 Thu 
I'm a young male, into playing doctor, who wants to talk! Would love to chat, exchange e mail, etc etc etc. Jorgensenmark@yahoo.com
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- Want to talk -- Mark, 02:02:56 11/25/04 Thu 
Young male, into playing doctor, wants to talk about it.. Would love to chat, e mail email@example.com Have a great day!!! Mark
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- my play doctor experience -- pajamasman1966, 07:29:16 11/27/04 Sat 
My friend Aaron and I played doctor regularly over a 4 or 5 year period. We had our own rules and our parents provided us with several shall I say guidelines for allowing us to play. I can't recall all the rules, but heres the few I do recollect;
-The patient always wore his pajamas. I know cause I played Aaron's patient most of the time.
-The patient stayed in his sickbed, except for his meals, to use the washroom and when the doctor decided he was well enough to be out of his sickbed.
-(Parents)The doctor was forbidden to enter his patient's pajamas pants. No rectal temperature taking, no balls or bum examinations, no pee tubes or the like.
-Except for his meals the patient stayed in the sickroom.
-(Parents)To leave the sickroom the patient had to wear his robe, wrapped and closed over his pajamas.
-The patient on alternate hours was examined or had his oral temperature, BP and pulse taken. The doctor could add to or remove the patient's treatments at these times.
-(Parents)With a few exceptions the patient wasn't to eat in sickbed. Aaron's parents did ocassionally allow me to eat my meals sitting up in sickbed.
-Treatments could be taped to the patient's body, face or arms but never penetrate the patient's skin.
-Treatment the patient wasn't allowed to adjust, reposition, retape, remove or tamper with any of his treatments.
I'm certain we had other rules I can't recall some 30 or 40 years later but you get the idea.
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- playing -- Peter to pyamasman, 07:32:17 11/27/04 Sat 
Did you and your friend ever played doctor together with girls?
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- To pajamasman -- Peter, 04:25:58 11/28/04 Sun 
Did they exam you all naked or only bare chested?
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- Girls examining me (reply to Peter) -- pajamasman1966, 10:02:59 11/28/04 Sun 
Peter, sorry she only opened my pajama shirt and listened to my chest thru the stethoscope.
From my earlier e-mail expressing some of our rules
-(Parents)The doctor was forbidden to enter his patient's pajamas pants. No rectal temperature taking, no balls or bum examinations, no pee tubes or the like.
I think I was 13 yo at the time. I doubt, even if she was allowed to, I would have let her to see me naked.
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- Girls examining me (reply to Peter) -- pajamasman1966, 10:06:31 11/28/04 Sun 
Yes I know her examining naked would add considerably to the sensual value of my recollections from that time long ago.
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- played doctor today -- jarrett b. & ricky l., 13:33:55 11/28/04 Sun 
Hey was this ever fun. We read pajasman1966 posts and decided to try playing doctor.
Ricky L. Jarrett was my patient. He let me examine him in his boxers. We don't have any real doctor stuff so everything was pretend. He was pretty sick. After he put on his pyjamas I put him to bed. Jarrett stayed in bed all afternoon. I examined him, took his temperature, and stuff every 30 minutes. He sat up in bed watched TV, did his school work even went to sleep for awhile.
Jarrett. I'm writing in my pyjamas. Ricky hasn't let me out of his hosppital yet. I pretended I was sick and was the pateint.I was in my pyjamas and stayed in bed this afternoon. Ricky took pretty good care of me. He did stuff real docotrs do to their patient, examine me through my open pyjamas, take my temperature and stuff. in bed I watched TV, finished school work, took a nap, and played video games with Ricky. I was pretty cool.
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- I played doctor (nurse) -- Paula, 16:49:52 11/29/04 Mon 
When I was in 7th grade we had to go to the anual physical examination. There was that hamdsome boy my friend and I liked to know how he looked like with no clothes on. But we didn't know how to manage. Till it was time he had to go and when he was back. Tracy asked him if he was okee. He said yes. She asked did the doctor made you undress? He said yes. She asked did the doctor examed your little pp?
He blushed and got the glue were we were after. He said the docter told he pp wasn't small. And I don't know how but at the end he promised to prove. I told him I played doctor with my brother when we were small kids. He became curious and said he like to play it too. So one afternoon he came to Tracy's home and we got in her room (her parents were out)and soon we had him with no cloths on and he showed his pp and we were playing nurse and he got a hardon. The first time in my live I saw it getting hard. He insisted that we showed too. We did !! I never thought it was as easy to get this boy naked. We played doctor many times that summer with him and his friend Marin.
Some times they played the doctor and some times we played nurses. We learned very well how boys looked like naked and how their pp's worked when we touched them.
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- early recollections -- pajamasman1966, 10:01:07 11/30/04 Tue 
In the begining our playing doctor was never very sophiscated. I think we got the idea to play from our family doctors house calls when we really were sick. Our early games, we're 10 or 11 yo, we patterned after our house call experiences and Aaron's desire to emulate his father a practicing GP. How I became Aaron's patient I don't recall with any certainty. Like most of our(real)house calls I would pretend I was sick, be in my pajamas, in bed and Aaron, my doctor, would come to see me. As I recall Aaron had four real doctor's instruments, a stethoscope, oral thermometer, a few tongue depressers, and a plessor, he acquired from his Dad. With me sitting up in bed Aaron would examine me, take my temperature, open my pajamas to listen to my chest through his stethoscope, used a tongue depresser to look in my throat, tap my knee or elbow with the plessor and feel the glands in my neck or armpits. Of course I was always sick enough to require a stay in bed, usually for the afternoon, later I would spend all day in bed, and additional attention from my doctor. With me in bed Aaron frequently took my temperature and examined me until he decided I'd recovered sufficently to allow me out of bed. When I got out of bed Aaron kept me in my pajamas, and limited my activities. Most days our play ended with supper. As we grew older our play became more sophisticated and realistic more on that and my play doctor experiences in future posts.
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- playing doctor with a catheter -- Steneby, 10:19:22 12/04/04 Sat 
In college I played doctor with a female medical student.
After I got undressed, in my boxers, she examined me from head to toe, rectal temperature, BP, heart, lungs, reflexes, ears, nose and throat, hernia, prostrate, the works. She concluded I had a blockage in my urinary tract needed to be cathetered. After a long discussion I agreed to her diagnosis. I removed my boxers, stretched out on the bed as she instructed. She prepared my penis lubricating it's tip and with a swab lubricated it just inside the opening. While I watched from the bed she assembled the catheter, tube and bag, she took out of her medical bag, she lubricated the catheter's insertion and returned her attention to me. She lifted my pulsating rapidly harding penis, with it upright she gently squeezed its tip open and with a decisive thrust she installed the catheter, wiggling into it's final position. Using copious amounts of adhesive tape she secured the tube and bag to my groin. She handed me my boxers and retrieved my robe from the closet opposite the bed. I dawned my boxers, careful not to disturb the appartus hanging my stiff, pulsating, penis, and wrapped the terry robe around me. With me sitting on the bed she informed me I'd need to keep the catheter in until I filled the bag. With the help of numerous glasses of water I managed to fill the collection bag shortly before bedtime. I called her. She came immediately. I was lieing on the bed with my robe open when she came in. She smiled upon seeing my bag full of clear pale yellow urine. She untaped the bag, disconnected it from the tube, and emptied it down the toilet in the adjoining room. Back at my bedside she asked if the catheter was comfortable, how I felt and would I mind her examining me again. Why not. I lay there, this time her examination consisted taking my BP, pulse, rectal temperature, checking my hernia, prostrate and seeing that the catheter was properly positioned and clear. Pleased with her findings, smiling, she asked I'd mind keeping the catheter in overnight. I guess my sour expression provided my answer. She grinned "Thats ok if you don't want to I'll take it out now." And she did. Throughout the removal my penis pulsated, twitched and stiffened. Finally with the catheter out and her gone I blew my load spewing slimy white cum all over the bed and my robe. Boy did that feel good.
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- childhood -- Paula, 13:57:45 12/04/04 Sat 
This forum is about childhood playing doctor memories, isn't it?
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- off topic? sorry Paula -- Steneby, 07:48:23 12/06/04 Mon 
Sorry, I didn't realize this board was for childhood memories af playing doctor.
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- Steneby you were right on the topic -- Amy, 18:54:43 12/11/04 Sat 
This board is for both childhood palying doctor and adults playing doctor as part of sexual foreplay
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- Playing Doctor -- Tempnyc2001, 10:39:12 12/18/04 Sat 
Playing doctor was a favorite activity growing up in the 70s and 80s. I had the opportunity to play with a number of males and females (I am male). Scenarios were usually pediatric type doctor visits. Rectal temp was usually my favorite part, and genital exams became part of the routine, especially as we got a bit older and more aware. I also had access to a stethoscope, and some syringes (w/o needles). We'd usually play either fully dressed or in our underwear. I stopped playing before we became aware of rectal exams.
One of my most regular playmates was a female when we were in about 2nd or 3rd grade (she was a year older). Always included rectal temp, genital, and butt (not inside) exam, plus stethoscope and a lot of poking and prodding.
I was caught once with a friend of mine who was the brother of one of my babysitters. He was about to take my temperature when his sister (my babysitter) walked in...she told us to stop and not do that, probably took the thermometer away, but as far as I know never said anything to my parents.
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- Playing Doctor -- Dr..., 19:31:24 12/20/04 Mon 
I started playing doctor when i was about 6 an it went on a long time.Me an a friend used to play it most of the time.Anyway it really got interesting since i used to steal some insulin syringes from my uncle that had diabetes...
the thing i liked most was playing with sleeping patients...everytime a girl slept over i would take the risk and give her an injektion in the butt.i'm pretty lucky i never got caught...when they woke up i used to tell them i was just trying to wake them up...
Well i have been enjoying these forums for ages and thought i should do my part to keep it going
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- Caught playing doctor -- pajamasman1966, 11:11:27 12/21/04 Tue 
My friend Aaron and I got caught playing doctor when we were, I guess, 10 y.o. Aaron's Dad as I recall walked-in on us. If my memories correct I was in my pajamas, with a thermometer in my mouth with Aaron taking my pulse. I don't recall his Dad, a practicing GP, being angry with us. Surprised perhaps but not angry. After that,I think, he encouraged our play and his catching us led to our parent instituting the rule I outline in an earlier post.
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- bottom inspections -- F Willard, 16:11:44 12/24/04 Fri 
We have been talking about this board at the boy`s school I attend in Leeds , and a few of us have admitted that we like each other`s bums. We get opportunities to get a look at each other twice a week
when we strip off to shower after games or P .E .
A few of my mates come round my house and I showed them this site. Reading some made us get hard so we decided to be a doctor to each other. They decided that I would have to be the boy for inspection first and our friend david would be doctor . We all waited one side of the room . he sat on my bed and called me over first .
he felt between my legs before telling me to drop my trousers and underpants . I got a hardon very quick , had to bend over . he told the other boys he was doing bottom inspections today , we all sort of giggled . He was very expert. I loved having my bum spread open touching my toes . I enjoyed it even more when it was my time to be Doc . I stuck my finger up their bums . and they liked it .
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- Question for F Willard -- perkins, 09:16:15 12/28/04 Tue 
That sounds kinky and pretty cool.
Not into guys butts myself but whatever turns you on.
After you inspected one anothers butts, why didn't you take each other's rectal temperature? Seems the next logical step.
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- played doctor -- d. gregorack, 14:07:09 01/07/05 Fri 
Found this website on Yahoo search. Pretty interesting.
When I was 12 or 13 my cousin and I played doctor a lot.
He wanted to become a doctor. He thought our playing was a good way to practice. I was almost always his patient. We played we were at the doctor's office or he was making a house call.
For the doctor office he made me strip to my underwear,then examined me thoroughly.Rectal temperature, sometimes oral too. Hernia. Testicles. Chest. Ears. Nose Throat. Glands. Posture. Everything he saw his real doctor do he tried doing on me.
House calls. We played less frequently. For his visits he insisted I be in my pajamas and in bed, just like I was for my doctors house calls. Again he examined me just like my real doctor.After he completed his examination I'd stay in bed for awhile. He would continue taking my temperature and stuff until he decided I was well enough to get up then only in my pajamas. Usually we finished playing with me visiting him at his office for another examination.
My cousin is completing his 3rd year at med school.
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- re: PLAYING -- Miguel, 09:19:59 01/15/05 Sat 
Sheila, PLEASE go on! Also, how old were you at this time?
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- test -- test, 13:32:04 01/18/05 Tue 
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- Playing -- Sheila to Miguel, 09:20:03 01/19/05 Wed 
What else do you like to know. I told(almost)everything about me playing with the boys next door. I was just as Richard 12 years old at the time and always wondered how boys looked like naked. When Richard told me about his brother's medical I was all ears and he wasn't shy to tell me about his own physical and he himself told me about he had to turn and cough and the doctor had touched his balls. I had to seduce him little to show me his pecker when we were the two of us in his room. First I let me only watch while he undressed. He was kind of shy to drop his pants, but he did !! To my pleasure !! It didn't took long his penis erected as he showed me how to retrac his foreskin.
Wow, for me it was the first time I saw a boy's boner. It got big and hard pointing straight up to his navel.
One day we seduced his younger brother Lary to play doctor with us. Richard being the doctor and me the nurse. The "doctor" told me to undress the patient, Lary. I pulled off his shirt and trousers and when he was in just his briefs it was exciting to pull these down. And there he was all naked in front of me. He was excited too for his willy was had at the very instant and he was only 10. It was an eye opener to me to see such a young boy getting an erection. The "doctor" started to exame the patient like wise the real doctor had examed him and I was watching the procedure and I can tell you I loved it.
The three of us played a lot of times together. When Richard grew older he started getting pubic hair which was his pride and he loved to show me every time we played how much he had got. These are sweet memories from my time playing doctor with the boys.
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- Doesn't the tissue paper feel good? -- Timothy, 12:04:25 01/19/05 Wed 
Has anyone put tissue paper across their bed when they've played doctor? that is my favrite aspect of a physical exam, especially when the pediatric doctor has me roll over on my stomach for a quick rectal exam
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- Heart listening -- Asalee, 05:06:34 01/22/05 Sat 
Listening to hearts was always the thing that fascinated me. My mom is a nurse, and she gave me her old stethoscope when she got a new one. My friends and I have had lots of fun with it. I've mostly listened to girls, my friend Rosa more than anybody else other than myself, but I have listened to Rosa's little brother (age 8). Hearts are so cool. I love to listen to them, and I like to have mine listened to!
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- For Asalee -- perkins, 08:39:45 01/26/05 Wed 
I'm 15yo and an ardent "play doctor" participant. I love listening to my friends heart or him listening to mine through a stethoscope. When we play doctor thats my absolute favorite thing to do to my patient. Especially with him sitting up in bed, opening his soft fleecy pajamas and probing his chest with my stethoscope. Thats so awesome.
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- For Perkins... -- Asalee, 04:11:14 01/27/05 Thu 
Have you ever listened to a girl's heart? I like having mine listened to (sitting here in pajamas, my heart beating hard and fast at the thought of you unbuttoning my pajama top to place your stethoscope over my heart ;-)!
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- Asalee, Girls heart beat -- Perkins, 08:35:27 01/27/05 Thu 
Yes, my cousin. Well I use to until she turned 12 or 13yo then she wouldn't let me. She said it wasn't right for a boy to being looking at her breasts. I tried convincing her I could listen to her chest throught her nightie or by just opening the collar buttons. She still refuses.
I've also asked a few girls at school to play doctor none of them will. Some think I'm wierd even asking.
So I'm limited to my two male friends who at least for now share my passion for playing doctor.
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- Asalee, playing tonight -- perkins, 12:48:45 01/27/05 Thu 
Tonight I'm playing doctor at my friend's house. I'm his patient which is great because he'll listen to my heart and stuff. I really like having my oral temperature taken too. Rectal is pretty cool too but his parents don't want us doing that.
I'm packing my printed flannel pajamas, terry robe, and overnight kit, we don't have school tomorrow so I'll sleepover and we'll continue playing in the morning.
I'll post how our playing turns out.
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- Wish I could be there... -- Asalee, 19:59:20 01/27/05 Thu 
Perkins--I'd love to be there to listen to you and you friend with my stethoscope. Then I'd take off my pajama top and let you and your friend listen to my lungs and heart. While my pajama top was off, I'd let you examine my breasts. Did you ever give your cousin a breast exam?
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- our games progress -- perkins, 10:53:56 01/28/05 Fri 
I’m getting better according to my friend the doctor.
I’m out of bed for only the third time since supper last night. Seated at his PC in my flannel pajamas, with my two IV bags dangling from the pole standing beside me I’m typing this with one hand. The IV board and tubes (all fake of course) make using my left hand difficult.
Yesterday after school I came over all packed and ready to Play Doctor. My friend had my sickroom, an extra bedroom, all set up, ready and waiting for me. I stripped to my plaid boxers for his pre-admission exam. His examination was pretty thorough, oral temperature, BP, a long listen to my heart and lungs with his stethoscope on my chest and back, glands, reflexes, ears, nose and throat, everything he could imagine. Completing his examination he said I was very sick and immediately admitted me, by clamping a plastic hospital ID band around my left wrist and ordering me into my pajamas.
Dressed in my pajamas and bathrobe I ate supper with him and his parents who didn’t appear to mind my appearance. Finishing supper we watched TV for an hour before he escorted me down the hall and into my sick bed.
In bed over the next 3 hours he examined me regularly, opening my pajamas to work my chest with his stethoscope, as well as doing some of the other stuff he had done for my earlier exam. All my examinations were preceded by him taking my temperature with a classic glass oral thermometer to keep pressed between my full red lips, pulse and BP. He has a real BP cuff that doesn’t work too good.
This morning he woke me around 8AM. He took my temperature and examined me as thoroughly as he had last night. Lying in bed with my pajama shirt open him pressing the stethoscope to my chest is the highlight of all his examines. Awesome.
After his parents went to work we ate breakfast. Since finishing breakfast I’ve been confined in sick bed with my friend regularly examining and treating me. He allows me to watch TV. I also took a nap and we played SEGA game on the TV. So being confined to bed with these IVs’ and needing an oxygen mask for a while, hasn’t been too boring.
In a minute I’m heading back to back o bed he wants to examine me, says if I’m well enough he’ll take out the IV and allow me out of bed for 15 or 20 minutes each hour.
He has to go to work so our game will end around 4:00 or 4:30 until then I'll be in my pajamas, rest in bed and enjoy being examined.
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- 4:15 EST Game over! -- perkins, 13:11:11 01/28/05 Fri 
Again I’m seated at my friends computer in my pajamas and bathrobe.
My friend completed my final examination a few minutes ago. I was sitting up in bed my red and white flannel pajamas open while he probed my bare chest and upper back with his stethoscope. Awesome!! He also took my oral temperature, BP, checked my glands, reflexes, throat, and did some other doctor stuff.
He removed my two IVs following my 3 o’clock examination.
I’ve been in and out of bed since I posted my earlier message. The first three times I got out of bed I had to push my IV around that made me feel like a real patient.
Since I arrived yesterday my friends examined me 14 times, the last 13 with me in lying or sitting up in bed. All his examinations were great!! He is so adept using the stethoscope and making his examinations seem as realistic as possible.
It's time to get dressed. My friend has to go to work.
Next time we play doctor I’ll write you about my experience.
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- Examining your cousin... -- Asalee, 05:42:04 01/29/05 Sat 
Perkins--tell me more about the exams you did on your cousin up until she was 12 or 13. How old was she the first time you examined her? Did you let her listen through the stethoscope, and did she enjoy that? How developed (bra size) was she when she stopped letting you examine her? Would you like to do a fantasy exam on me? I'm sitting here in thin shorty pajamas. The pajama top has a fairly low neckline but also unbuttons in front. I'm a 34B bra size. My heart is beating hard and fast at the thought of getting a checkup from you...
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- Reply to Asalee -- perkins, 17:21:23 01/29/05 Sat 
Hey I only turned 15 y.o.in November I don't think my parents would be cool with you and me playing doctor. Their not always cool me playing with my friend like I did yesterday.
My cousin I listened to her heart when I was minding her. First time I guess she was 10 y.o. I borrowed a stethoscope from the school nurse. Actually needed it for my Health Sceince project. I waited until she was ready for bed. I listened to hers and lifted my t-shirt for her to listen to mind. We both giggled. Did that, I don't know, maybe for nine or ten times. Yeah I still have the stethoscope. One night last April she simply refused. She threaten to tell her mom(my aunt)if I tried it. She said "Its not right!! Your a boy!! You shouldn't be listening to girls hearts or looking at their chests unless your a doctor or something." I think she'd already told my aunt. I never tried again because I didn't want to get in trouble with my aunt and my parents who I knew my aunt would tell. Her bra size I haven't a clue about that stuff.
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- Reply to Perkins -- Asalee, 10:18:21 01/30/05 Sun 
I'm also 15, so I don't think my parents would be cool with it either. I was suggesting that you post a fantasy story about examining me. I'll start it. I'm at home alone, parents out until late tonight, wearing flannel pajamas with footies and a top that buttons in front. I call you on the phone, "Hey, Perkins! I'm here by myself, bored out of my skull. Wanna come over?" I have had my stethoscope out, listening to my heart, and I leave it out on top of the dresser in my room...
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- fanasty story about you and me -- perkins, 10:00:12 01/31/05 Mon 
I don't know. I not very good at writing make beleive stories, ask my English/Composition teacher. I like writing about real stuff that happened to me, my friends, at school you know. I'll write about my friend and me playing doctor. Promise. I'll write about it next time.
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- Perkins said check it out -- chris c., 09:33:09 02/01/05 Tue 
Perkins said I should check out this website. Read about us playing doctor last Friday and the other stuff he wrote. Pretty cool. Never knew there were so many people playing doctor.
His story about us playing doctor is right on. I was his doctor. Sean loves being the patient, hanging in his pjs, sometimes his robe, having his chest stethascoped and sucking on a thermometer. He likes walking around with the fake IVs too.
Fake IVs. We make them out of baggies, some thin clear tubes and a metal hatrack. We hang the baggies on the hooks, with the tubes taped to the bags and to the patients arm. Looks pretty real. The hatrack doesn't have wheels so the patient has to carry it around.
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- Playing doctor the "one-sided" way -- Tim, 14:52:09 02/07/05 Mon 
I’m a 28-year-old male. I vividly (and very fondly) remember when I was age 10, and an 11-year-old girl named Sarah moved in next store to me. We started playing together frequently, and my 10-year-old friend (a boy named Larry), who lived down the street, frequently joined in and the three of us played.
One day, we were playing in Sarah’s basement on a rainy day, and Sarah suggested that we play doctor. Sarah was basically nice, but she had a pretty bossy (take-charge) type personality, and she was pretty physically tough for a young girl. So when we played anything, we always just did things HER way. Larry and I weren’t afraid of her, we just thought it was cool to follow this cute little girl’s lead, and she just loved to lead -- she was a natural leader. We were only too happy to follow her like puppy dogs. And so it was the same when we played doctor.
She insisted on being the doctor first, so Larry and I were the patients. Using the items from her toy doctor’s kit, she checked our eyes, nose, ears, and tummy like a real doctor would. She also lifted up the front of our shirts and listened to our heartbeats and breathing with a fake stethoscope. Then she told us that she needed to take our temperatures rectally, and she instructed us pull our pants and underpants down and lie on a large sofa on our tummies, and we did, but we were very careful not to let her see our genitals. She inserted a fake thermometer into our butts. It felt a little funny, but we didn’t question her in the least.
After she finished that and while Larry and I were still lying on the sofa with our bare butts on display, for some reason Larry just volunteered to tell her that during his school physical exams, the doctor always checked his wiener (as Larry called it) and balls, and then I told her the doctor had always checked my wiener and balls too. Sarah was very surprised to hear that, and then she giggled and told us that she always got to keep her pants up the whole time during her school physical exams! Of course, that really surprised Larry and me too! Sarah didn’t waste any time capitalizing on this new revelation, and so she instructed Larry and I to stand up (with our pants still down) and face her so she could do the same check on our genitals. Larry and I looked at each other and then immediately did as instructed. After all, this was cute little Sarah telling us what to do, so we did it! LOL
Sarah had no brothers (nor sisters) and had never seen a boy’s wiener before except for a baby’s. So she stood silently for several moments looking back and forth at our genitals, which were soft at the time. Both of us boys were circumcised, so the heads of our wieners were fully visible, and Sarah said she noticed that my head was larger and lighter in color than Larry’s. She also pointed out that Larry’s wiener was about an inch long (soft), while mine was about 2 inches long (soft). She even noticed that my balls hung a little lower than Larry’s balls. “KEW-EW-EWL!!” Sarah cutely exclaimed with a smile.
Sarah then said “I’ll check the balls first. Don’t worry, boys, I won’t hurt them.” (Obviously, she had already learned that boys’ balls are very sensitive.) So she gently began to rub her fingers and thumb over my balls first, then Larry’s, as we both giggled from her touch. “They feel like soft little beans.” she observed. “KEW-EW-EWL!!” she exclaimed again. At this point my wiener and Larry’s went from soft to hard and standing almost straight up right in front of Sarah’s eyes. Needless to say, these were also the first two erections that she had ever seen. Her face lit up and her mouth fell wide open. With a slight giggle she excitedly asked “Do your wieners always do that?” “Sometimes.” Larry and I answered together. “SOOOOPER KEW-EW-EWL!!” she cried out with a huge smile, as she just went ahead and rubbed her fingers and thumb over our hard wieners, making us boys giggle again.
After a few more moments of her admiring this breathtaking sight, she said “OK, tell me what else the doctor did during your wiener check.” So we told her about the checking the balls and the “hernia cough” check. She put her hand over her mouth and laughed so cutely at hearing that. “That is SOOOO funny!” she said and laughed some more. Then she told me to cough, and as I did, she rubbed two of her fingers all around under my wiener and balls, just like the real doctor did. She did the same to Larry too, as both of our wieners remained pointing straight up and now pulsating like crazy! Sarah looked like she was literally in heaven!
After we boys pulled our pants back up, Sarah announced that it was now her turn to be the patient. I remember suddenly feeling extremely excited at the idea of examining Sarah’s body! She told me to be the doctor and Larry to be the nurse. While she remained fully dressed, we checked her eyes, nose, ears, and tummy. Then I grabbed the stethoscope, and as I started to lift up the front of her shirt, she stopped me. Her breasts were just barely beginning to develop, as evidenced by the impression of her small, puffy nipples in the front of her t-shirt. To the bitter disappointment of Larry and me, she didn’t want us boys to see the nipples, and so with her right hand, she carefully guided my hand with the stethoscope, while holding her shirt down with her left hand to ensure her nipples stayed covered the whole time. So with these restrictions I listened to her heartbeat and breathing with the stethoscope. We asked her again if we could see her breasts, but she just grinned with a blushing face and said with a cute giggle “No, I just can’t do that.”
Next I instructed Sarah to pull her shorts and panties down and lie on the sofa on her tummy. Again I felt a huge rush of excitement, because Sarah had a really cute bubble butt that I couldn’t wait to see! But with her “take-charge” personality, she quickly corrected me by saying “No, I’m old enough to take my temperature by mouth.”, ...even though she deemed Larry and me not old enough to take our temperatures by mouth! He He!! So with more bitter disappointment, I put the thermometer into Sarah’s mouth. After that, I thought to myself “What the heck.”, so I suggested that we examine her genitals, just for fun. She immediately replied “Timmy, did you forget already? They don’t do that to us girls!” At that point, Larry and I begged her over and over to let us do just a real quick check of her genital area. Finally, she reluctantly gave in to us, but only a little bit. She said to us “Here take a quick peek.”, and then with a big blush and a shy grin, she lowered just the front of her shorts and cute “Barbie Doll” panties part way. Larry and I had to strain a little to see down the inside of her panties. We could see most of her little pussy slit, but not quite all of it. After about 10 seconds, at the most, she pulled the front of her panties and shorts back up. The “show” was over already! “That’s ALL we get to see?!” I thought to myself. YES!, that’s all we boys got to see of her, and we sure didn’t get to touch and explore her pussy, like she explored our genitals! I distinctly remember feeling how unfair that seemed at the time! But of course, I didn’t understand female shyness and modesty then either. We boys had no idea at that time what was inside a girl’s pussy slit, and Sarah didn’t give us the opportunity to explore those wonderful little folds of super-soft skin inside her little slit. Again Larry and I felt bitterly disappointed at this very one-sided game of doctor, but after all, Sarah was the “boss”! LOL
We played doctor with Sarah several more times after that, and despite the fact that she examined us boys with our pants and underpants down every time, we never got to see Sarah’s breasts nor bare butt, and never got to see her pussy again either. Too bad!! The fact that girls are generally a lot more modest than us boys sure can mess up playing doctor, can’t it? LOL
Sarah only lived next door to me for a year and a half. After she moved away with her parents, I never saw her again.
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- Playing doctor -- liz, 12:16:14 02/08/05 Tue 
No, to answer Lisa's question, I never examined the boys in reverse. And we only played one other time, but they were much better at it that time. I even showed them how to do an internal exam.
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- Terrible color scheme - unreadable functions -- Allen, 14:23:34 02/08/05 Tue 
Why don't you change the color scheme so the functions at least can be read... this blue with black letters if barely legible too.
Cute doesn't quite cut it.
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- Please the color background -- Heather, 16:09:56 02/08/05 Tue 
Please, Please change the background color, the blue is almost impossible to read !!!!!!
IF YOU CHANGE THE COLOR BACKGROUND, MAYBE MORE PEOPLE WILL READ AND CONTRIBUTE STORIES !!!!
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- Playing Doctor at age 10 -- KenW, 11:17:29 02/10/05 Thu 
This story is about my first time to take a male friend rectal temperature.
We all have played Doctor, at one time or other as girls or boys with girls or boys this is about a sleep over I had at age 10, at a male friends house.
Tommy and I where best friends in school, both in the same class. His mom and dad knew my mom and dad very well and since we lived close to each other when my parents went away for the weekend they asked Tommy's parents to take care of me. This was great with Tommy and me as we really liked each other not in a sexually ways we where only 10 and as far as I know He and I where not gay. For that matter I'm not gay now at age 42. Anyway that Saturday I was dropped off at Tommy's and we got to work setting his room so I could sleep in a cot. Nothing really happened till about 5pm when his mom and dad took his older brother to a high school basketball game. We did not want to go and finally got told we could stay home but had to stay in till they got back and all the other stuff about don’t open the door and all that. I don’t know why but Tommy had this idea he said ha how about we play doctor and when we can see what doctor sees. I thought hmmm, but Tommy was kind of pushy and I finally said ok but I want to use the bathroom first. While I was in there I noticed the cabinet was part way open and I could see two thermometers in there, they must have been for his brother and him because they where both rectal and there was also a bottle of Vaseline. This gave me an idea if Tommy wanted to play doctor we could also take our rectal temperatures. As I grew up on Ranch I knew all about how it was done even at age 10. I picked up the thermometers and the Vaseline, plus some toilet paper off the role and went back to Tommy's room. When he saw the thermometers his eyes got real big and he said what are those for. I said you wanted to play doctor lets play. It turned out that Tommy was not so sure about the temperature taking as just striping and looking and touching. But said he would be the patient first. Tommy took off all his clothes and I had him lay on his tummy. Once he was on his tummy I opened one of the thermometer cases and shook it down. Then I took some Vaseline on my finger and lubed his rectum and put the thermometer in his small hole. He seemed to like the idea better once it was in and told me he always liked the feel of thermometer in his bottom when his mom took his temp. He went on to tell me that he wanted me to leave it in a long time. After about 10 minutes, I removed the thermometer, and read it. I told him he had a fever, he did not but it was all playing and then I would have to take it again later on in his exam. Then I had him turn over and I pressed and poked him all over his tummy and lower down it was the first time I had ever really got to look at another boy’s penis and testicles. Once I had done that I told him it was time to check his temperature again this time I had him stay on his back but pull his legs up so that I could get to his rectum and put the thermometer in, again I left it in a long time as he told me it felt really nice. After a while I removed it and told him his temperature was now normal. Then it was my turn to be the patient, but that’s another story.
First rectal temp on male friend, part 2
Like so many things, sometimes even though you think up an idea you don't want to follow through. It was Tommy's idea to play doctor but when it was his turn to be the doctor he did not want to do it. I find this funny in a way, as he seemed to like it all right when I was taking his rectal temperature and, poking and looking at his naked body. I remember asking him why did he want to play doctor if he did not want to be the doctor, He said because he really did not know how to use a thermometer. So it ended up I had to teach him how to take my rectal temperature so that he could be the doctor. Once I had shown him how to shack the thermometer down and how to read it he was much more ready to play. You have to picture this seen it is kind of funny really. What you would have seen if you looked in on use, was two 10-year-old boys now both naked, as Tommy had striped for his exam, and then when he examined me he did not redress, although I had undressed. We both listening for his parents to return and feeling like we where doing secret things to be only shared by use alone. Tommy once he got started on his exam of me was very interested in my rectum he had me lay on my tummy and looked at my butt a long time before using the Vaseline to lube me up for the thermometer. Like when I had done him, he used his finger to lube my rectum and I could feel his index finger enter my rectum just a little. Then came the thermometer. He unlike my self liked to hold the thermometer with his hand while it was reading. I also seem to remember he turned it a little while it was in and he said it looked like my butt was eating the thermometer. I had never had any problem with rectal temps so I was glad to lay there with the thermometer in my butt. Unlike Tommy though the feel of the thermometer in there never really was a turn on for me even in later life a thermometer in my rectum does not get my sexually aroused. After Tommy took the thermometer out he told me to turn over and he then started to examine my tummy then he examined my penis, and testicles. I have to say at the age of ten there was no real turn on about this but I still felt that this was a really nice introduction, of which in later life, I found out I really liked it when a lady touches me down there. I remember Tommy unlike when I examined him wanted to not only feel even thing but also look very closely at me. I remember him noticing that I had been circumcised. When I had examined Tommy I had found he had not. Then he said he wanted to take my temperature again and that he would do it like I had done the second time so he had me pull my legs unto my chest. Once this was done he again lubed my rectum and put in the thermometer. After about 5 minutes he removed it and asked me to see if he was reading it right. As I said before I had to teach him how to take a temperature, before he could take my temperature as the doctor. An after thought to the story, and some follow-up information:
Tommy and I never where found out, and we only played doctor about 3 times in all. The last time we did not have a lot of time so all we did was take each other rectal temperatures. In fact as I remember it, we both just went in to his room and took down our pants and under-pants and lay on his bed side by side with one thermometer in each of our rectums, at the same time. Tommy put the one in me then I put the one in him and we lay there for about 10 minutes. I still know Tommy now Tom. We have been friends for years but we have not ever talked about out Doctor time in the last 32 years, I doubt we ever will.
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- Playing Doctor -- Whitey, 14:30:06 02/10/05 Thu 
Like everyone here I started playing doctor around 6 or 7. My neighbor Lucy and I used to play a lot together, and when I got that Doctor Kit for christmas, it all started. It had the normal things stethescope, needle, blood pressure cuff, pills, little hammer, popsicle sticks, ear and eye scopes, and a thermometer. One day, while mom was at the corner store I decided to ask Lucy to play doctor with me. Her reply was sure, like no big deal. Nothing sexual going on at that age. We went into the shed at my house and I checked her eyes, ears, put popsicle stick on her tongue and she said ah. Next I asked her to take off her shirt so I could listen to her heart. Off it came without hesitation. Put the scope to her chest and listened. I then pulled out the thermometer and said, "please take off your shorts and panties". With no questions she removed them.(in those days we all got rectal temps) I told her to bend over, and she obliged. Poking the plastic at her butt, trying to push it in, she flinched and said, "it hurt". So, I ran into the house, found the vaseline, pushed the thermometer in and all the way to the bottom of the jar, and ran back out. She bent over again, and this time it slid right in, and pretty far. I held it in for awhile and pulled it out. She put on her clothes. Then I gave her some play pills. Thats how are playing went. After Lucy moved, I met a girl Barbara, she was a year or 2 older than me. I was a freshman in High School, she was a year ahead. She taught me how to french kiss, and would put my hands on her breasts when we were kissing, and she would rub my crotch, making me very excited and hard.
Well one day after school we were at her house. Her mom was working as well as her dad. Her mom was a nurse. We were making out on the couch and all of a sudden she says, "wanna play doctor"? It had been a long time for me since I played. I said sure. She went to her mom's room and bought back a black bag with instruments in it. We went to her room and she closed the door. Next thing I know she says, "doctor should I take off my clothes now". What was I going to say, "No". She took off her sneakers, socks, skirt, and blouse. There she was in her bra and panties. I could feel a lump growing in my pants. I looked in the bag and found an ear thing and looked in her ears. Next I had her open her mouth and say ahhh. I put the BP cuff on her and pumped it, but didn't know what I was doing. Next I took out the stethescope, blew on it and placed it on her back, and told her to take deep breaths. Then I went around to her chest to check her heart. She then unsnapped her bra and threw it on the bed. This was the first time I saw her breasts in the nude. They weren't big, but not small, and I remember her nipples were a little puffy. She said, "you'll be able to hear better. I placed the end to her nipple and listened. Her heart was
pounding also. I listened for a long time, watching her nipples get little goose bumps on them. I dropped the stethescope from her breasts, and she took both my hands and placed them on her breasts. Boy did that feel good. We Kissed a little while. After we kissed she said, "well". I was dumb founded. "Is that it" I looked in the bag and found 2 little black containers, and pulled them out. I knew what they were, and so did she. I took off the tops, and yes, one was a oral and the other a rectal thermometer. Barb said, "oh, doctor are you going to take my temperature now". I replied, "yes". Well, mommy says, "that one is better", but if you want you can use both. Shall I take off my panties now. Yes, please, I said. With that she turned around with her back facing me and removed her panties. What a sight, she had a cute bottom. I was shaking down the oral thermometer, when she turned around. She had very little hair on her pubic area. I got really excited. I had her open her mouth and placed it under her tongue. Then she lay down on her bed on her left side with her right leg up to her chest. I was ready to take her temp rectally, when I remembered the tube of lubricant in the bag. I put some on the tip and rubbed it around. As I was ready to insert the glass rod, she said, "mommy always rubs some on my hole and pushes her finger inside a little, so it doesn't hurt". So I lube my finger and rub around her little anus, with this she reaches around and pushes my finger in her butt. Wow, I thought, Lucy and I never did this. She pushed her bottom back onto my finger, and I went in a lot further, boy was it tight, but it felt good. I began to move my finger around inside, making myself get more excited, then she grabed my hand and pulled out my finger. I could feel her breathing a little hard. She said, well put it in now. So I did, pushing it in almost all the way. We waited for awhile, and finally I took it out. She turned on her back, then and I saw her pubic area. She grabbed my hand and said, want to touch it. So I did. Boy her hair was like cornsilk. I then pushed a finger inside her and she was soaking wet, but soft and tight, not like her butt though. I fingered her for sometime. In the process, I had what I think was my first ejaculation, right in my pants, but it felt good. She got dressed. Put away all her moms stuff. We made out for awhile, and I went home. Boy did I dream that night.
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- Asalee are you out there? -- Jay, 04:19:30 02/12/05 Sat 
I would love to do a fantasy role play with you. Are you interested?
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- chris and me playing doctor -- perkins, 12:54:52 02/14/05 Mon 
We played doctor while my parents were away visiting my grandparents. I was Chris's patient. I spend the day in my green medallion print flannel pajamas and was confined in bed from 9AM to 3PM. From 3PM til 5PM I was in and out of bed always in my pajamas acompanied by my IV pole.
Chris took really good care of me. He examined me every hour and took my temperature and stuff on the half hour.
For his examinations I sat up in bed with my pajamas shirt open for Chris to listen to my chest with our stethoscope which is always the coolest part of being examined. He also did other doctor stuff like look in my throat, ears, felt my glands, and tested my reflexes.
When I was sickest Chris had me on three IVs, a feeding tube and a tube in my pajamas I was suppose to pee thru. I was too sick to do anything just lie in my sickbed. He kept all those tubes in me for 4 hours. He examined me two or three time an hour and took my temperature every 15 minutes. I enjoyed those 3 hours because being examined with the stethoscope and holding the oral thermometer are my favorite parts of playing doctor.
When I was well enough to get up, but still needed all those tubes in me, Chris had me sit in a chair next to my sickbed. I did that three times. Before I was out of bed for the 4th time he examined me and decided I no longer need the feeding and pee tubes. From then on I walked around in my pajamas with my IV pole. Doing that is cool I always feel like I am a real patient.
At 5PM we ended our play with Chris examining me and sending me home from the hospital.
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- Chris C. reply Ken W -- Chris C., 08:55:23 02/18/05 Fri 
Still pretty sick. This Flu is no fun!!
Rectal temperature? I guess Perkins and me just like holding the thermometer in our mouths. I don't like having my temperature taken in my bum I don't think Sean does. I'll ask him.
All our IVs and other medical stuff are Sean's idea. There all fake. Sean tries to make our games pretty real. He likes watching ER, Chicago Hope and other doctor shows. He gets all that stuff from them. He told me once he would love to be a patient on one of those shows.
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- chris c posts -- perkins, 16:21:57 02/18/05 Fri 
Nice friend telling everybody what pajamas I wear and what I look like!! LOL. Both Chris's posts are right on.
I like having my temperature, holding the thermometer in my mouth is pretty cool. I don't like having a thermometer stuck up my bum either.
Playing a pateint in ER,Chicago Hope or some other doctor show is my all-time biggest fansty. I think that would be so cool. The best thing is I'd get paid to do it. Thats awesome!
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- playing doctor with Perkins -- chris c., 20:17:17 02/18/05 Fri 
I always play the Doctor today I'm the patient. Think I caught the Flu bug. I feel awful. Moms out shopping otherwise I wouldn't be out of bed typing this. Parents rules. Too sick to go to school – “put on your pajamas, get into bed and stay there”.
Playing Doctor with Sean.
Sean really enjoys playing the patient when we play which is ok cause I don't always feel like spending all day in my pajamas, in bed, or having tubes and stuff taped all over me. Sean never seems to mind. Like Sean when I am the patient I like him examining me and taking my temperature. Both of us like holding the thermometer in our mouths and pressing it between our lips. We seldom take each others temperature with the rectal thermometer.
Sean owns lots of doctor stuff. Stethoscope, oral and rectal thermometer, plessor, BP cuff, IV pole and tubes, and other stuff that I don't know what there called. He owns two pairs of flannel pajamas, hospital pajamas which are pretty cool, and a hospital gown. Plus a bathrobe, slippers, and two hospital ID wrist bands. He says he got all that stuff from his Uncle.
Sean wears his flannel pajamas to bed most nights. I think his parents make him but Sean never complains. He isn’t shy about being seen in his pajamas. I am a little shy about who sees me in my pjs. Some of my friends think only fags wear pajamas. We both wear a bathrobe. When we play the doctor decides what the patient wears. Usually we wear our pajamas sometimes if we’re really sick and have lots of IVs and other stuff taped to us we wear the hospital pajamas or the gown. We seldom wear the gown if we're are out of bed.
Playing the patient Sean's favorite things are; having me listen to his chest(two medium size, dark beige buttons) with his stethoscope, especially sitting up in bed with his pajama shirt open; holding the oral thermometer in his mouth (two large pink lips that bury the thermometer) and walking around in his pajamas pushing the IV pole. He says that makes him feel like a “real patient”.
Both of us like staying in bed, Sean more than me, and being cared for. Being the patient is much easier than playing the doctor cause all you do is lie in bed, let the doctor work on you, sleep, read, watch TV or play video games. The doctor has to do all the work, examining the patient, setting up his stuff like IVs or monitors etc..
As the patient Sean’s fantasy is having a broken leg and his leg hanging in the air in one of those steel frames held up by all those wires and weights. Mine is being really, really sick and having as many tubes, monitors and other medical stuff attached to me as possible.
Got go my Mom is coming in downstairs. She'll be mad if she fines me out bed.
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- Plenty more please -- Steve, 01:49:00 02/21/05 Mon 
Content of this board is truly fascinating -- it's good that it can cover doings from both childhood and adulthood. Many of the postings are a delight to read.
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- My one chance, blown -- David, 03:22:26 02/21/05 Mon 
Many years on, I still regret a great opportunity in childhood, for playing doctors, which cowardice caused me to turn down. This happened when I was eight years old, and involved myself and two cousins of mine -- a girl, a little older than me, and a boy, a little younger. At the time, I was staying with these cousins and their parents. The parents went out for an hour or two, and my cousins suggested that we played "rudies", as they called it. It turned out that the scenario in view, was that I should take the role of a patient, having arrived at the doctor's surgery complaining of pain affecting my penis. Plainly, things were seen as thus unfolding, that I should have my trousers and underpants pulled down, and that my male cousin playing the part of doctor, and my female one that of nurse, should inspect and handle my cock in the course of diagnosis and treatment.
I would have greatly liked this idea, except that over the previous year or so I had had something of a problem -- involving a visit or two to the doctor "for real" -- which concerned my foreskin being rather tight: difficulty and pain in retracting it. In the couple of years subsequent to the incident which I am describing, it proved possible to resolve this situation without resorting to circumcision; but at the time when my cousins were proposing the game concerned, it seemed a sure thing to me that if we went ahead with it, I'd get my foreskin pulled back, and that would hurt. So, without explaining my reasons (doing so would have made me feel silly, and would have had me feeling like a coward), I declined my cousins' offer.
They were accepting of my choosing not to take part, but themselves, went ahead to get gloriously "rude": things finished up with both of them naked at the same time, playing around with each other's genitals and bottoms, while I sat on the sidelines fully clothed, feeling a bit foolish and also rather envious. Overall, though, I really did not want to go through the pain which the pulling-back of my foreskin would involve. I often wished in later times, that I'd gritted my teeth and endured the procedure hurting, for the sake of the excitement and the sense of being naughty and wanton, that participating in the game would have given. I never got another offer of playing doctors with my peers, and still, even now, feel a bit sorry that failing to muster up a little physical courage, caused me to blow my chance the way I did.
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- played doctor -- perkins, 03:49:28 02/23/05 Wed 
Played Doctor last Saturday at my friends.Me and him were the patients and his girl friend our doctor/nurse. We agreed to playing a hospital scenario.
Pre-admission exam: With us in our underwear she performed a thorough physical examination, including hernia, prostrate, and rectal temperature,(laid us our tummies on the bed).She found us both quite ill.
Admitted: She issued us patient ID wrist bands.Gave us a choice of wearing pajamas or nightgowns and ordered us into bed. We both chose to wear pajamas.Dressed in our pjs, she tucked us in our beds for the day.
Every hour or so for the balance of the day she took our temperatures, alternately rectal then oral, examined us through our opened pajamas and prescribed treatments.I was placed on an IV and a feeding tube(taped in my left nostril).My friend required several IVs. Between her visits, we napped, watched TV and listened to our MP3s. We couldn't talk too much nor were we to get out of bed. Lunch my friend ate sitting up in bed.My condition didn't allow solid food just what I wa fed thru my (pretend) feeding tube.Her three o'clock exam deteremined we could be out of bed for a short time (we'd been bedridden since 9:30AM). Being much sicker than my roommate I could only sit in the chair at my bedside.My friend towing his IV was allowed to walk around our sickroom.At 4PM she allowed both of us, with our IVs, to take a short walk in the hall outside our quarters.As my friends parent we due home around 6PM her 5PM examination ended our play. She concluded her final examination with us lying on our sides, pajamas down around our knees and a rectal thermometer tucked snug in our butts.No she never saw either of our penis if she had I'd probably have blown my load then and there LMAO.
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- playing doctor -- liz, 16:06:24 02/24/05 Thu 
I once had some fun with a couple of young neighbor boys who used to come talk to me while I sunbathed. I was about 16-17 and they must have been somewhere around 12-13 at the time. One day, one of them had to go to the doctor for a school physical, so that was the topic of discussion. I told him good luck, and tell me how it went. The next day, he and his friend came over and told me all about it, and asked me if I liked going to the doctor. They both also said they wanted to become doctors when they grew up. I asked them if they practiced on each other, and they sheepishly answered yes, after much coaxing and teasing. I asked them if they had ever practiced on a girl, to which they said no. I told them I might let them practice on me, but they had to decide who was going to be the doctor and who was the nurse, and they had to be very professional about it and it had to be just like going to the doctor's office, so they had better find some things like doctors use in an exam. They agreed and took off, returning with a paper bag after a couple of hours. My parents weren't home, so we went down the basement and set up a six-foot folding table as an exam table. I left them there and told them when I came back, our game would start. I told them they had ten minutes to get ready. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt over my bathing suit and went back down the stairs after about ten minutes. The first one identified himself as the nurse and asked me to take a seat on a folding chair they had set up. They made me wait a couple of minutes while they wrote on a piece of paper. Then the "nurse" said, "okay, strip down to your underwear, and I'll be back with the doctor." Then they both went upstairs, leaving me alone. "Strip down to my underwear?!" I went ahead and took off everything except my bikini. After a few minutes, they came back down with the bathroom scale. The "nurse" turned on the bright overhead lights and asked me to step on the scale and recorded my weight on the paper! Then he produced a tape measure and recorded my height. Next, the "doctor" asked me to sit on the table, and he proceeded to look in my ears with a small flashlight, then used a popsicle stick and made me say "ahh." Next he said, "okay, lay back on the table," which I did. Then came the moment of confusion. The "doctor" conceded that he really didn't know what to do next, so I asked him what his doctor did. He told me that he had to lay back and the doctor pushed on his tummy, then he got down and the doctor checked his butt. I asked him, what happened to listening with the stethoscope? He said he forgot it, but I think he was too shy to come near to my mature breasts. So I asked, well, how does your doctor do it? Do you have your shirt on or off? "Off" he said. "Okay," but I expect you to do this exactly like your doctor does. Then I took off my top. I don't think they had ever seen breasts up close before, and the "doctor" began moving a small disk around my upper chest and back areas, asking me to take deep breaths, which I did. Next, he asked me to lay back and he pressed on my tummy while his partner watched. Then the "nurse" asked me to roll over so the doctor could check my butt. "Do I have to take my bottoms off for that?" I asked. They nodded. So I did, and I let them harmlessly explore various aspects of my body that afernoon and explained to them what it was like when I went to the doctor.
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- Saturday Feb 26 playing doctor at Perkins -- chris c, 11:20:49 02/27/05 Sun 
I had slept over. Sean and me ate breakfast in our pajamas. I watched TV downstairs while upstairs Sean got dressed, put on his green doctors scrubs and setup our sickroom. When Sean called I went up upstairs everything was ready, my IV pole and chest monitor beside the bed, his doctor stuff spread out on the dresser and my thermometer, BP cuff, tissues, and water on the night table. Sean immediately put me in bed and placed the thermometer in my mouth, with it pressed between my thin red lips he took my pulse and BP before removing the thermometer. After that he unbuttoned my light blue and navy blue striped cotton pajamas pushing the shirt back he listened to my heart and lungs through his stethoscope carefully moving it around my bare white chest. Then he asked me to lean forward and repeated his examination on my back. Finally Sean checked my glands and throat. Sean spoke "Chris you are very very ill." Sean asked if I’d wear the light blue hospital pajamas. No problem. I got up to change. Sean waited outside. In the floppy blue pjs I was back in bed for Sean’s return. He promptly lowered the shirt exposing my full chest. I lay there as he taped 3 IV tubes to my arm, and a 4th to my chest just below my dime-size brown button. Then he pasted the chest monitor’s 4 round plastic contacts to my chest. Next he pulled back my covers and installed my urine bag and tube securing the tube to the leg of the pajamas pants with strips of tape. Finally he strapped the green plastic oxygen mask over my nose and mouth and wrapped the BP around my upper arm. I spend the rest of the morning resting bed connected to all that stuff. Every 15 minutes until lunchtime Sean examined me with his stethoscope moving it around my bare chest careful not to disturb the monitor’s contacts or my chest IV tube. Following every second examination he lowered the plastic oxygen mask to take my temperature. When he wasn’t working on me Sean sat beside my bed. We watched TV, played PS2 or quietly talked. Lunch was ham sandwiches, cookies and milk. I ate with Seans help propped up on three puffy white pillows. My IVs made using my left hand difficult. The afternoon started with me still connected to all that stuff and Sean examining every 15 minutes just like he did before lunch. After the third time he decided to take me off the oxygen and removed the BP cuff. With me off oxygen Sean monitored my chest more closely than before checking my chest through his stethoscope about 5 minutes. He did that 4 or 5 times until he was satisfied I could breathe without help. At that point he started examining me every half hour or so. His examinations while less often became more thorough. Again following his third examination he further reduced my treatments removing the monitor’s contacts and my pee tube. He also allowed me to fully sit up in bed. Around 2:30 Sean performed his most complete exam since my first this morning. Upon its completion Sean announced I no longer needed the chest IV and I could wear my pajamas. He untapped my 3 IVs and waited in the hall while I switched pajamas. Seated on the bed in my blue striped cotton pajamas I watched Sean re-tape my IVs with them in place I climbed back under the covers. Following Sean’s next examination our game ended abruptly, his mom came in to say he had been called to go to work for 4:00 PM
We scrambled to clean up his room and get me dressed.
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- question and a comment -- perkins/chris c., 12:58:27 03/02/05 Wed 
"Played Doctor last Saturday at my friends.Me and him were the patients and his girl friend our doctor/nurse. We agreed to playing a hospital scenario."
I see this post is dated Feb 23 that happened before Christmas and I wrote about it then. How did it get dated Feb 23rd?
I'm happy you enjoyed Chris's post about our game on Saturday. You called it a "story" there nothing make believe about it. I replied to Ken W that my biggest fanasty was to be a patient in one of those doctor shows like ER, Medical Investigations or Chicago Hope. Playing Doctor is how I act out that fanasty.
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- The fun we had -- Alan, 07:07:01 03/03/05 Thu 
I'm posting this as a new message, though it includes references to several previously posted on this board.
This reminiscence was first brought to mind for me, by David's posting, "My one chance, blown". My -- happier -- experiences of this kind of play, came my way when I was a little older than his age at the time of his "non-event": that is, when I was eleven or twelve. Oddly enouugh, two cousins of mine -- girl and boy -- also played a part in the happenings in my life.
There was a group of five of us who were friends, similar in age and living close to each other, and sharing a liking for games of the doctors-and-nurses variety. Dramatis personae were: myself, my cousins Sally and Gareth, and a brother and sister, Mike and Karen, unrelated to us. Sally was the eldest and brightest of us, and the undisputed leader and No. 1 ideas person in the group. She was determined to become a doctor when she grew up, and eagerly soaked up any information on medical subjects that came her way. She admitted that this ambition of hers was influenced by the special attraction of the rude side of the profession: she told to us her fantasies about, one day, conducting school medical inspections and spending whole days pulling boys' pants down and fiddling with their cocks and balls. (Come the time, ten or a dozen years down the line, when this could be envisaged coming to pass, the likelihood could be seen of the boys' enjoying the experience: Sally, pre-pubescent, was a nice-looking girl, with blue eyes and tousled-mop-type, permanently unruly, fair hair -- clearly, she'd be distinctly attractive when older.)
Our preferred venue for our games was Sally and Gareth's house: her parents frequently went out for several hours at a stretch, considering (whether justifiably or not) that their children were old enough to trust to be left in charge -- plus, they were pretty liberal in their general outlook, and reckoned less likely than parents of others in the group, totally to "freak out" should they discover what we were engaging in. So we usually did our stuff in Sally's bedroom, or Gareth's.
Our favourite scenario for acting out, was as follows. One of the five of us was picked as "victim". The premise was, that the chosen one had the chance of being selected to be a pupil at an absolutely fantastic school, in a beautiful and spectacular part of the world, with superb teaching giving great chances for sky's-the-limit achievement in later life, and facilities for all kinds of terrific activities, and a most enlightened regime -- in short, a most desirable place to get into. (Sally's variant on this, was that for her, it concerned getting into medical school. Just entering her teens, she was rather younger than the norm for this; but hey, she rated herself a genius -- fancied herself as a female Doogie Howser, M.D.) To gain admission to this paradise, though, the candidate had to get through an exhaustive and highly embarrassing medical examination. The chosen victim went through the hoops at the hands of the other four, who assumed the roles of various doctors / nurses / aides administering the exam. These four were kitted out with all the relevant paraphernalia which we could muster up: clipboards, pens, improvised medical instruments, and the contents of the couple of toy doctor's kits which we owned between us. (It surprises me rather, that these sets are produced and marketed by toy-makers. Certainly if we were anything to go by, if playing at doctors comes to be on the agenda at all, kids will be greatly inclined to home in on the rude aspects of the business -- something that their parents would on the whole rather they didn't do, even in these permissive times. I'll bet toy doctor's kits are not on the market in strict Moslem countries -- but I digress.)
At the very outset, the candidate had to take all their clothes off. Preliminaries were then done: candidate was weighed (using the borrowed bathroom scales), had height measured (pencil mark on the wall over top of head, then ruler or tape measure employed), simulated taking of blood pressure was carried out, taking of temperature likewise. We had an old, broken thermometer which we used for this purpose. With some regret, we did the temperature bit orally. In Britain, where we live, rectal temperature-taking is not all that common: we knew it happened, but didn't basically have first-hand experience of it. We were, essentially, a bit cautious and safety-first: being ignorant of the procedure for intruding on people's anuses, we fought shy of trying to do the thing to any significant extent -- we didn't want to risk hurting each other, plus if we tried to do the deed and it went wrong, the explanations to parents and doctors would be horrendous. Sally vowed that as soon as possible, she'd find out about the proper and safe way of putting things up people's bums, and then we'd be cooking with gas; but at the time of the sessions which I'm recounting, she had yet to achieve that ambition.
After this, a part of the proceedings which was always fun: a urine sample was required. Sally and Gareth's household possessed a large white china potty, left over from when they were very young, and said utensil was brought out for this part of the examination; and the candidate was requested to wee into it. Sometimes, even at this early stage, a male candidate's penis would be erect, making it difficult to comply with the request. In these circumstances, an ice cube would be brought from the freezer and applied to the troublesome organ: rapid detumescence, and easy urination into the potty, followed in short order. Sometimes, just to heighten the general rudeness of things, Sally insisted that a male candidate pull his foreskin back, before he wee'd; sometimes. she didn't bother. A female candidate had to sit, stark naked, on the potty, and widdle; both girls, when it was their turn, did this with every sign of great enjoyment. At this juncture, question were asked -- usually by Sally, our expert in this stuff -- about frequency, quantity, and ease of urination; and was pain or irritation ever experienced with the process; and did the candidate ever lose bladder control and involuntarily wee in ther pants or their bed.
Further question-and-answer was then moved on to. In a real-life medical examination, this would be done at the very start, before any undressing: but our whole object, of course, was to make things as utterly rude and embarrassing as they could be made, for the person who was "it". The candidate was quizzed about what illnesses and operations they had had in their life to date, and about spells in hospital consequent on same; and was asked whether they were up to date on their vaccinations and innoculations. It was always found necessary, for one reason or another, to give the candidate an injection; this would be administered a little later on in the session.
The relatively humdrum "practical" stuff was then proceeded to. A torch was shone in the candidate's eyes, and up their nostrils and in their ears; lollipop stick was then used as a tongue-depressor, candidate required to say "aah", and torch shone down their throat. And so it went on -- pretty well every square inch felt and probed "severally and sequentially". The toy stethoscope was used on the victim, front and back. Whether male or female (at the age at which we were, this made effectively no difference -- it was still pre-breasts days for the girls), candidate's nipples and surrounding deep-pink patches were fingered, and nipples pinched (getting the exclamation "ouch!" was reckoned a "result"). Next it was time to tell the candidate to bend over and, if possible, touch their toes; while candidate in this position, examiners ran their fingers along the backbone, down to where "back joins bottom", and then feel and squeeze and knead candidate's buttocks. And at this juncture, a pinch or two was inevitably given to the buttocks. In our examinations, the candidate underwent a good deal of pinching. Bottoms, nipples, thighs and stomachs were pinched with gusto. Our erudite "leaderine" justified this, as to do with the testing of reflexes. (To her credit, Sally played very fair: when she was the examinee, she insisted on receiving just as many pinches, as when she was doing and directing the pinching. Not, it seemed to me, that she had to force herself to "fair do's"; my impression was, that she took great pleasure in the experience of being the victim.) We found "reflexes" a wonderful alibi for various capers; just as, I gather, in "play examinations" generally, if an injection in the bottom is envisaged as part of the fun, a "tetanus booster" is the catch-all pretext. Once, Sally took the reflexes thing to previously undreamt-of lengths. This was a session where Mike was the examinee: he was bending over, nude, and Sally slapped his bottom with the flat of her hand, as hard as she could. "What was that about?" asked the candidate, a bit taken aback. Sally, with plenty of genuine learning, and also the gift of bullshit to the nth degree, spun him a line on the general "reflexes" theme. I wished that I might have been the recipient of the slap; but on this whole scene, we all lost some and won some.
Back to the theme of injections: as I've mentioned, it was part of our script that on whatever pretext, the candidate had to have one -- and the bending-over part of the exam was the time to do it. A tissue soaked with water (pretended surgical alcohol) was wiped over the relevant bum-cheek, and the injection was simulated as best possible. A propelling pencil, lead retracted, was the preferred instrument; just pressed against the buttock, not in fact pushed in, of course. Sally hoped for genuine hypodermic needles some day; but at this stage, such things were only a dream.
Next in sequence, the examinee was told to lie on their back on the bed: detailed feeling and prodding of stomach, and inserting of finger into navel, then running of hands down legs, hip to toe (and the odd pinch); and detailed feeling of feet, above and below. Then, roll over on their front; once again, bottom-feeling (one of a person's loveliest parts, or so we all opined: it seemed basic sense, to take the maximum possible opportunity), then feel right the way down the back of the legs, to the feet. Next, a proper and "regulation" check of reflexes, as distinct from ad-hoc "pinching" events. Our well-informed Sally knew the proper way about this exercise, using the patella hammer from the toy doctor's kit: tapping the victim's elbows, ditto their knees -- getting them to cross their legs one way, then the other -- and lastly, stroking the butt-end of the hammer along the soles of their feet (this bit always made Karen giggle wildly when she was the examinee).
And now came the keenly-anticipated highly-rude part of the performance: genitals and bum-holes. The candidate was required to stand up, and whether male or female, had several of an examiner's fingers pushed up against their crotch, and was instructed to cough. Henceforward there were, obviously, different routines according to one's gender. "For boys": the candidate remained standing up, and his penis was taken hold of and lifted up, and felt and fingered so that, usually, it soon became fully erect, if it wasn't already so. All three of us lads were uncircumcised, so -- after (most times) giving a good pinch to the foreskin in its "forward" position -- an examiner pulled the candidate's foreskin back. When this was done with my member already erect, I found it a bit uncomfortable; but, happily, not actually painful, the way David describes it in his post, concerning himself. Foreskin was retracted as far back as it would possibly go: all present, were fascinated to see the deep-pink-to-purple glans exposed, with the opening at its end and the intriguing rim at its base. Examiner would tweak the frenulum underneath, and pinch the tip of the glans to open uo the hole; and the glans was inspected in detail through a magnifying-glass, and Sally would ask rude questions about rashes and sores, always answered in the negative. Then it was time for measurements; erect-cock-length was measured with a ruler, and circumference likewise with a piece of string, which was then pulled out straight and laid alongside the rule; figures ascertained, were solemnly note on clipboard. Mike turned out to be the undisputed "male lead" in this connection: his penis and testicles were unusually well-sized and well-developed for his age; he told us that at his last -- real -- school medical, the doctor (male) had commented on this, causing him to feel acutely embarrassed, but at the same time, pleased. At the age of twelve, his erect penis measured seven inches. Gareth and I felt well inadequate in comparison.
An extra "flourish" to the checking of penises, was a thing about which the girls were particular. When the candidate's foreskin was pulled back, Sally and Karen were keenly on the watch for the smelly, pale, rather cheese-like substance which is apt to collect under that feature of the organ, if hygeine in the region is neglected. One time, when Gareth was the examinee, he'd clearly been negligent about this issue: when his foreskin was retracted, a more-than-trivial build-up of smegma was discovered. Sally and Karen really tore a strip off him about how distasteful and bad-smelling this made the tip of his penis, and how lazy he had been not to wash the area properly. Poor Gareth looked truly hangdog: I wondered briefly whether the girls were going to take advantage of his state of nudity, by making him bend over, and delivering a spanking on his bottom. All that happened, though, was that Sally went and got cotton wool, soap, and warm water, and thoroughly and uncomfortably cleaned behind Gareth's glans, with his penis very fully erect and his foreskin pulled absolutely as far back as possible -- Sally continuing to scold him the while. Bedside manner could use some improvement before you become an M.D., miss, I thought.
I always passed this particular test with no problem: I'd been fastidious about this particular thing, for years -- ever since, in fact, I had first discovered what fun can be had with one's cock, re foreskin-back-pulling department. Once, when I was the candidate and Sally was holding and closely scrutinising my "joystick", she complimented me on how thoroughly clean I kept the area concerned -- adding an extra dimension to my pleasure. Actually, the just-recounted rebuke which Gareth suffered, was the only occasion when any of us boys got significant "grief" from the girls over the issue of smegma. I rather suspected that each girl usually kept her brother "up to scratch" concerning this thing -- which thought set my imagination working with might and main, about post-bathtime routine dropping of pyjama trousers for sororial visual and digital cleanliness inspection. Had me rather wishing that I had a sister too, instead of being an only child...
With penis dealt with, it was time to move on to testicles. The candidate's cock would be standing up stiff at "forty-five degrees", conveniently clearing the way for examination of balls. Both testicles would be cupped in examiner's hand at the same time, then each would be individually felt between thumb and first two fingers, and gently squeezed. Scrotum would be pinched between thumb and finger, high up, so that the two balls bunched outwards and downwards and could be felt in that condition; and an attempt was made, using the piece of string, to measure the circumference of each testicle. Needless to say, we lads absolutely loved the cock-and-balls bit of the examination -- especially with the girls taking their part in it.
For a girl's genital examination, the candidate was told to lie on her back on the bed, with legs apart and knees up. By the way, a contributor to this board has mentioned that girls' tendency to a higher degree of modesty as regards themselves, making them much readier to "dish it out" than to "receive it", can rather spoil games of this kind. There was no way that this complaint could have been made against Sally and Karen. They were a right pair of brazen exhibitionist Lolitas, who revelled in taking every stitch off and fully exposing themselves to our fascinated eyes and fingers. As per normal, Sally took the role of guide and mentor for this stage of the proceedings, including when herself, mother-naked, was the examinee. Under her guidance, we put our fingers inside the candidate's (at this stage of life, hairless) vulva and felt her outer and inner labia. The next things inwards, prompted us boys to amazement and wonder. We discovered that girls had, hidden inside them, a close equivalent of our foreskin and glans; and just like with our equipment, the one feature could be pulled back to expose the other; and again "just like", girls enjoyed having this done to them -- our two girls did, anyway. (Miss Medical Know-All had the correct word in her vocabulary, and shared it with us: we thus became familiar with the clitoris at quite an early age.) Unlike us, though, girls didn't urinate out of a hole in the end of their little bulb; the female wee-hole was positioned closely behind the clitoris. In our examinations, the victim had her clitoris rather extensively fingered, and fingertips put over her urethra; and questions, originating in Sally's "store of lore", were asked about rashes etc., and random pains in the area.
And this had to be the end of active investigation of the female genitalia. It was fortunate that we had our girl Doogie-equivalent to tell us what was what -- otherwise, there would have been the potential for regrettable things to happen. Sally explained to us about hymens, and how they should not be perforated -- at any rate, not until a girl had started to have periods and was contemplating using tampons -- so that playing our game at the ages which we were then at, we might look, but not touch. And as regards the vagina, we duly just looked. The sentiments which inspection of Sally and Karen's "downstairs" regions gave rise to in me, were lust-flavoured wonderment and delight about what a beautifully designed and compact package the whole thing was. There were, located so very closely together and in order, the appliance to give a girl nice feelings; the "wee out" orifice; the orifice which would be used -- at our age not yet, but in the fullness of time -- for "cocks and sperm in, blood and babies out"; and the "poo out" orifice. It just struck me as (besides being a great turn-on) a miracle of elegant and economical packaging -- though falling down a little, maybe, as ragards the mechanics of a baby getting out of such a very small hole: in fact I failed to see how that process could be possible, let alone comfortable. Years later, I came across that quotation from the long-ago Christian killjoy bloke who, trying to put people off sex, declaimed: "we are conceived and born between the piss and the shit". Thanks to our sessions with Sally and Karen, my reaction was "right on, old boy -- isn't it just great?" From early on, I'd found it inexpressibly delightful that girls, who superficially seemed so ethereal and dainty, in fact did the same things as boys -- ate and drank and had the same digestive processes, and widdled out of their appropriate place, and crapped out of their bottom-holes, just like us. And I loved the thought that girls had to take their pants down whenever they needed to wee: that was just so rude and sexy, though I also felt for them, re how inconvenient it must be in practical terms.
And furthermore - as I learned in time with a yet greater degree of incredulous delight -- from their early teens onwards, girls bled out of their vaginas for a few days each month. It goes without saying that Sally was my chief source of information on this subject. At just-turned-thirteen, her insatiable curiosity (especially about anything rude) had made her very knowledgeable in theory, about menstruation; and she was wildly impatient to start experiencing it for herself. The whole idea had me feeling, "squared and cubed", turned-on, and utterly facinated by the entire thing, and gooey-ly sentimental about the human female, and in a certain measure sorry for girls for their having to repeatedly go through this business, which I gathered was inconvenient, messy -- involving frequent changing of things put up, or over, the hole concerned, to absorb the blood -- and often painful and / or emotionally disturbing; and coupled with this, envious of girls, for exactly the same reasons. I wished, occasionally (influenced by Sally's perhaps rather rose-coloured view of it all), that I had been born a girl: in this area of life, they certainly seemed to have a wider range of interesting things happen to them, than we boys did.
When giggly, excitable Karen was the examinee, a good time all round was guaranteed. Usually, when it came to the lying-down-and-our-fingers-between-her-parted-legs stage, excitement overcame her to the point that she urgently needed to wee: so she was allowed to get up and rush over to the potty -- still containing her first contribution, produced for the "sample" -- sit down on it, and open her floodgates. As her urine splashed into that which was already in the utensil, she sat there, completely naked, chattering nineteen to the dozen about what mind-blowingly indecent stuff we were doing; then, bladder emptied, she came eagerly back to the "examination couch". Those of us doing the "clerking" gravely wrote on our clipboards comments like "candidate perhaps not suitable: needs to wee a lot". Sally, in contrast, was totally Miss Cool: when she was being intimately examined, she underwentit with great aplomb. We knew she was having the time of her life -- but in a quiet, restrained way that would have fooled any outsider.
Anyway, to the next, and last principal, part of our games: examination of the candidate's back passage. The victim was made to stand, with legs wide apart, and bend over. One examiner stood at each side of them, and at the same time, each examiner pulled a buttock aside, in opposite directions, opening the victim's anus as wide as could be done without causing pain. We greatly wished that an exploratory finger might be put up the orifice, but we were held back by caution, and lack of familiarity with the procedure. None of us had -- that we could remember -- had, at the doctor's, a finger or anything else put up our bottoms; with the exception of Gareth, who a couple of years before had had appendicitis and the associated operation. And as he explained, he had been in such agony vis-a-vis his stomach, that he had received no impression worth communicating, of what it was like when the doctor, making his diagnosis, put a finger up his anus. It was the same as with the rectal-temperature matter: we weren't knowledgeable enough to feel like risking doing the deed, for fear of the consequences -- re damage, and having what we'd been up to, come to light -- if we got it badly wrong. Again as mentioned concerning rectal temperatures, Sally was casting around for ways in which she could learn the proper fashion, and angle, for bum-hole-intrusion, which she could then show to the rest of us; but at the time of which I'm writing, her quest was meeting with frustration. So our style, in this, was a bit cramped. As two of us parted the candidate's buttocks, a third shone the torch up their bottom-hole, to see how things were looking in there. One or other of us ventured a finger, a centimetre or two up the anus; but that was as far as we dared go. If the candidate were a boy, the examiner fingered the root of his penis, just before the anal opening, and took hold of his testicles from behind; if a girl, they ran a finger or two over her perineum and "round the corner" a very little way into her vagina; but until such time as Sally managed to crack the problem, full anal probing was a no-no. We found things excitingly indecent as they were; but actual "finger-up", though a bit of a scary prospect, would have to be significantly better.
We compensated as best we could with words, going as totally over the top as possible with outrageous questions to the candidate: did they have regular bowel movements? Once a day, or more, or less -- usually in the morning, or at other times? Size, shape, consistency, colour and smelliness of the turds produced? Did the crapping process feel pleasant, or did it hurt? Tendency to diarrhoea, and if so, what shade of brown, and in what quantities? Tendency to constipation -- what remedies used if so? Any itching- or burning-type sensations ever felt, up the anus?Did the candidate fart frequently -- if so, how loud and how smelly? Had the candidate ever sufferred from piles? (This last one was from our learned friend: none of the rest of us had heard of piles, and we listened, at once enthralled and horrified, as she filled us in on the subject.) When we ran out of questions to ask, the candidate was allowed to stand upright, and their ordeal was over, or virtually so.
On the back-passage issue, there was one session when we got really lucky. Overall, Karen had to be reckoned the star of our show -- both because of the uninhibited delight which she took in these doings, and because, concerning this business, things just seemed to happen to her. Also, she was a gorgeously pretty little thing, with long black hair and big soulful brown eyes. We were starting proceedings, and deliberating about who would be the examinee, when Karen announced, with a mixture of bashfulness and pride, that she needed to defecate. Her digestive system's unusual behaviour that day (it was, then, late afternoon) did us a great favour: we could incorporate her "number twos" call of nature into our proceedings, so obviously, Karen becane the examinee for this session. Off came all her clothes; the potty, and a roll of toilet tissue, were brought; and Gareth said, with all the doctorly pomposity he could summon up, "Right, Miss Barnes, we need to do an assessment of your digestion. Will you sit down on the potty and move your bowels, please." And his subject joyously sat, and widdled and poo'ed, enthusing out loud as she did so, about what a lovely feeling it was. I counted the time on my watch (for incorporation in the examinee's "notes"): one minute forty-five seconds from sitting down, to getting up off the pot with the most delightfully self-satisfied expression on her face. The other four of us clustered round the potty to inspect the material which Kasren had provided for scrutiny. To wit, four fine, substantial brown turds, giving off the gloriously ripe smell of crap, and sitting in an inch or so of yellow pee. Gareth continued his act: "It appears that you have an excellent digestion, Miss Barnes."
"Thank you, kind sir," said Karen. "Can I have a look at what I've done?" And she came forward and duly admired -- she looked as pleased as though she'd invented defecation all by herself.
"Let's clean you up, Karen,"said Sally. "Bend over, would you?" It was tacitly understood all round, that as part of the general "humiliate the victim" idea, the subject would have her bottom wiped by the others -- which, knowing Karen, she would revel in anyway. It had been a rather messy crapping session for our cute little friend -- there was enough residue on her bottom for each of the four of us to take a turn with the loo-paper. Sally and Karen admonished us males, that girls wipe -- or get wiped --"from front towards back", so as not to get any faecal matter into the vagina, with possible risk of infection.
"This is lovely," said Karen, as we ministered to her, "I haven't had this done to me since I was four."
"Don't start expecting it as a regular thing," said Mike.
After the main business was accomplished, Sally moistened some cotton wool with warm water, and carried out a final wrap-it-up cleansing of Karen's bum. "Clean it up well and truly," said Gareth, "we'll be looking up there in a while."
These carryings-on had quite some effect on me. I'd always had a soft spot for Karen; and what with observing her in this highly inimate and basic situation -- well, some people are put off by the awareness of their beloved's coarse bodily functions, but it worked the opposite way round for me: my witnessing naked Karen weeing and pooing made me feel, in my twelve-year-old way, lump-in-throat sentimental about her, and adoring and protective towards her -- I wanted to marry her, and wipe her bum every day, and have babies with her and wipe their bums every day. This was the start of an unrequited crush on my part, which lasted for years, and got much worse before it was got over. Sometimes I think that the ultra-strict Judaeo-Christian-Moslem moralists are not as mad, re the issue of pre-marital getting-together or not, as we enlightened types habitually label them as.
Anyway, back to that day's session of our game. Sally decreed that in the continued course of the examination, Karen would have to do a fresh urine sample, without faecal contamination. We didn't want, just yet, to ditch the evidence of what a splendid digestion she had; so another vessel was found -- an old and redundant goldfish bowl. Karen made the representation that she'd wee'd at the same time as she poo'ed (as one does), so her bladder was now empty. "That's soon remedied," said Sally, and went to the kitchen, returning with a pint glass of water. "Drink this," she said (Alice in Wonderland, eat your heart out). "It'll make you ready to wee when we need it -- whatever, you're a widdly girl at any time."
" I hear and obey, O Warrior Queen," said Karen, taking the glass and having her first sip from it.
There ensued something of a break to confer, while Karen drank her water and it mnade its way through her kidneys and into her bladder. The scene has etched itself on my memory: four of us, fully clothed, discussing things, while Karen, bare as a newborn babe and totally at ease with it, sipped at her pint of water in a demure and ladylike manner and put her occasional two-pennorth into the conversation.
"It really would be something, wouldn't it," I said, "if at ordinary medicals, the person being examined was told to sit on the toilet and take a shit -- with the doctor and everyone watching with interest, to see how well it went."
"Couldn't work, of course," said Mike, "you can't shit just like that, because you're asked to. It was plain luck that my sis needed to poo just now."
"Yes," said Gareth,"you can do a wee sample on the spot, but not the other thing: you need to pee a lot more times in the day, than you need to poo."
Time for Sally to blind us with medical science, as usual. "At some exams," she said, "the person is told to bring along a sample of the poo they did that morning. And, there are things called glycerin suppositories: if one is stuck up a person's bum-hole, they very soon have to poo really urgently."
We took in this info in awed silence: I suspect that the other two lads were, like me, pondering on who they might contact, and how, to "score" a few glycerin suppositories.
With Karen's pronouncing herself able once again to wee when required, we proceeded to examine her, things taking their usual course. When urine-sample time came, we adjourned to the bathroom, and the nude examinee stood up in the bath, legs apart, and Gareth held the fishbowl for her to perform into as best she could. This whole sequence was messy and hilarious,and for me, arousing; and she who played the leading role, did so with evident delight. When modesty was being handed out, Karen must, at the time, have been called to the phone, or more appropriately, had to go to the loo. The men in her life must have benefited greatly from this part of her make-up, and how I wish I could have been one of them -- best of all, The One -- but that's water (or something) under the bridge.
Away from Karen's "fifteen minutes of fame", and back to our more usual routine: there was one final feature which sometimes happened and sometimes didn't, "depending". If the examinee were a boy, and if at the "official" end of proceedings, we were in the mood, further genital inspection would sometimes be done. This was most likely to happen if the candidate were sporting an erection -- which in the nature of things, he most often would be. If this were the case, it might be that the girls would go on to do something about the situation.
We may have been a bunch of precocious, depraved, horny pre- or just-teens, but we had some gut feelings, whether true or fallacious, about what was or wasn't proper. As regards wanking guys off, we felt that it was acceptable only for girls to do it to boys (and if the girls felt randy, it was reckoned that they could take care of so feeling, in private -- and re same, what Sally and Karen might get up to together, was none of our business). And it was felt to be "not on" for a boy's sister to perform this service for him -- again, not "in company": what might happen just between the two of them, could be put out of the rest of us's minds. So, when the thing occurred at the end of an examination, Sally did it to Mike, and Karen did it to Gareth.
I realise that I'm approaching this issue back-to-front, but my drift must be clear enough. It didn't hapopen every time we played our game; but if we were feeling particularly wanton and wicked,and / or if the male examinee had a really acute hard-on, which was plainly bothering him, the female element in the "examining body" would step in. A rationale was available, in the shape of making sure that the candidate could ejaculate as was normal and standard. The relevant lady pulled the gentleman's foreskin all the way back, and set about rubbing his erect willy, till ejaculation and relief took place. In this period of our lives, production of sperm was not yet in the picture; but we could go through the motions, even without being able to come up with the white stuff that makes babies. It usually took a metaphorical "couple" of minutes of intense rubbing, and complaints from whichever girl, about tired wrists, to achieve the desired result; but in the end, it happened (with another of us poised with a glass, to catch the eventual product, "for analysis"). What came out of hole-at-end-of-glans, was thin and meagre, and in its coming out, produced a pungent and mostly wee-like smell; but its final emergence occasioned a delicious, though also shaming, feeling of relief for the candidate.
There was only one of our sessons, in which I, as examinee, was the beneficiary of this never-to-be-depended-on part of the deal. I'll be positive: this one-and-only was unforgettable -- and I was lucky, in that I wasn't the brother of either of the girls, so they both felt free to do whatever suggested itself. It fell out, from the first, as a joint operation. I stood there, legs apart, and Karen held my balls while Sally took hold of my cock, retracted my foreskin, and started energetically rubbing. She did this for a minute or so, then they swopped over: Sally held my testicles and Karen attended to my penis, and it was during Karen's turn that the smelly stuff shot out of my hole and into the glass which Mike was holding ready for the moment. This -- and my part in wiping her bottom, as already recounted -- were the most sexy and intimate experiences that I ever had with Karen; and I still wish at times, that things had worked out differently, and that I'd been able to have a lifetime's worth of such experiences with her.
It was all great fun, though it stirred up things which would probably have been better let be. In the fullness of time, Sally indeed became a doctor; also, between the time which I've been telling about, and when she qualified, she and Mike became an "item", and ultimately married. She has mentioned to me that in the course of our pre-pubescent doings, she became aware of Mike's better-than-average endowment as regards sexual equipment, and realised what a potentially grand deal was on offer; otherwise, she claims that, unlike me, she and Mike have grown up and "put away childish things" concerning the playing-doctors bit. That's what she says: as for me, I wouldn't be surprised about anything that she and he get up to in the privacy of their bedroom. I'd reckon that in other respects, as a G.P. she will have got up close and personal with such a variety of genitalia, that she's probably become bored with the whole thing. As the bloke said, "there are more ways of killing a cat than choking it with cream; but I'm not sure it isn't the best way."
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- played doctor with sister and her friend -- brb, 08:21:52 03/12/05 Sat 
from the time i was about 6 to almost 14, i played doctor with my sister, who is a couple of years older than me, and her best friend. at first it was just me and my sister, but then after a bit her friend played, too. my sister was always the doctor, her friend was always the nurse, and i was always the patient. in the early years, we tried to make it as much like the doctor's offcie as possible, but later on we relaxed the rules somewhat. the exams always included a rectal temp, and after the doctor started doing it, a hernia check.
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- Older sisters -- Dan, 09:39:07 03/13/05 Sun 
My two sisters were 5 and 6 years older than me. We were home alone during the day when we weren't in school. They always wanted to play doctor and I was ALWAYS the patient. So I'd end up getting stripped to my socks and poked and prodded. I remember there amazement when I first got an erection during an exam. We played up until I was about 9 which when I look back now it seems kinda sick. They would have been like 15 years old!
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- What is sound! -- kenw, 16:51:09 03/17/05 Thu 
A sound is metal probe please see url
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- Re:Playing with my friends -- Linda, 03:57:23 03/22/05 Tue 
One day, the five of us had the house to ourselves and the two guys decided that they would be Doctor and Nurse and so the three girls ages 12,13 and 15 had to strip down and be examined.
They began by checking out our chests and mine being the biggest, with 2 inch nipples were checked quite well. As I remember they pulled, twisted, and played with them for 15 mintues.
Then then decided that the problem was with out pelvic areas and so they had us lay on the bed on our backs and hold onto our ankles and pull them toward our heads. This made everything between our legs visable to them.. Which they enjoyed a bit, not that we didnt as well.
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- Playing Doctor with my wife -- Joseph, 09:43:24 04/04/05 Mon 
Right after we got married, my wife came home from work sick and feverish, she was 23 at the time. I felt her forehead, and she was very warm. I suggested going to the Doctor, but she refused, saying she would be alright. She then said, "just take my temperature to see if I have A fever". I went to the medicine cabinet, and got out the thermometer, as I was shaking it down, it flew out of my fingers and landed on the floor and broke. I then went to our first aid kit and looked, but all that was in there was a rectal one.
I came back into the bedroom, and found her in bed under the covers. I told her what happened, and she said, "okay, take it in my bottom, you are my husband". She rolled onto her tummy and pulled back the covers. All she had on was a tee shirt and no panties. I proceeded to put some vaseline on the thermometer. Next I spead her cheeks and saw her litle opening. I pushed in the glass rod almost all the way in. We then waited for 5 minutes, and I pulled it out. She was about 100.8.
I called the doctor and explained and he said to take her temperature about every hour, and call him if it went up any higher. I told him it was a rectal temperature reading, and he said to continue taking it that way. I told D I would have to take her temp every hour, and it didn't bother her. I did enjoy it though.
Her fever did go down by morning, but I did get a charge out of all this.
A few days later, she came home, and asked me to take her temperaure, as she wasn't feeling well.
I said Doctor J will be right there. I came into the bedroom with a new oral thermometer. D made a frown and said, "could you use the other one please". I went and got the rectal one. This time I lubed the glass rod, spread her cheeks and lubed around her anus. As I inserted the thermometer, I twisted it a little, and she pushed back a little pulling it in further. We waited and when I removed it, she was normal.
As we were eating dinner, she spoke about going a little further, with our doctor playing. We purchased a lot of instruments. I gave her complete physicals. Checking her heart and lungs with a stethoscope. We had several thermometers, I even took her temperature vaginally and rectally at the same time. D also enjoyed when I had to give her an enema. Her OB/GYN gave her a speculum. I would also do recto/vaginal exams as well. Yes I have to say I did have a great time playing doctor.
I still do to this day, but not with my X wife anymore.
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- Girls (reply to Peter) -- pajamasman1966, 17:42:43 05/08/05 Sun 
You know Peter through my hazy memories of our play I can recall Aaron's sister or perhaps his cousin playing with us a few times. I can recall two ocassions when one of them joined us.
The first time I think she played my roommate. Put on her pretty nightie, Aaron treated and examined her just like he me. As I recollect she spend the day in the bed next to mine. I rememeber watching Aaron examine her and thinking how tender her skin looked.
The second time I think she played my nurse. I recall her taking my temperature and stuff, helping me in and out of bed, changing the tape on my IVs etc.., helping me into my bathrobe. And I'm not certain on this I think she opened my pajamas and listened to my chest through our stethoscope.
She may have played other times as well but I don't recall those or the circumstances.
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- Playing with my testicles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -- Sheep, 20:44:50 05/15/05 Sun 
I can remember growing and my friend horse would play with my hairy testicles!....what a thrill.
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- playing -- Lisa, 04:47:02 06/06/05 Mon 
Did you ever examed the boys in reverse?
If so, please tell us about!!!
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- messed up forum -- interested party, 14:46:09 06/24/05 Fri 
First of all, I enjoy reading the stories in this forum and hope it continues. However, the viewing format is a mess. Most forums show the latest messages at the top so that you can easily see the latest messages. I'm not sure where they are in this forum. It looks like new messages are distributed all over the place. And now, all of the messages since February seem to have disappeared. I don't know where they are.
I wish you well with the forum, but this is a mess right now.
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- Playing doctor -- John, 07:13:17 07/06/05 Wed 
When I was nine yrs old, two girls same age always wanted to play doctor with me as the patient. They had toy stethascopes and make believe instruments. They would make me lie down and then would proceed to take oral temperature. Then if my temperature was too high, they would undress me and give me a sponge bath. They enjoyed watching my thing grow as they rubbed the wet sponge over my body and would giggle when it stood up. Nurse Barbara would scold me for being bad then and I would have to turn over where I was spanked with a paint stirring stick. It was all very stimulating and lasted several times until we were caught by one of the girls older sisters who told her mother and we all got in trouble. After that they were not allowed to play with me anymore.
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- Chris to Leanna -- Chris, 19:06:45 07/12/05 Tue 
Hey Leanna...do u want to play cyber doctor with me? E-mail me so we can set time for the cyber exam :)
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- this forum -- interested party, 14:53:35 10/07/05 Fri 
What's happened to this forum lately? Nothing new has been posted in awhile.
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- Injection groups -- Pellet, 06:44:43 02/01/06 Wed 
Injection groups has these?
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- some boys in my class over my knee -- Jamie .S, 00:01:45 02/25/06 Sat 
I loved the sight of the boys in the showers when ,at age 12 I went to a secondary school .I looked forward to Tuesdays and Thursdays as these were the days for P.E . at school ,or games at playing fields at Ewell in Surry .
On each occasion me and the other boys had to get undressed
to get on our sports kit ,and always after , would have to strip naked for the showers . This was sometimes in front of the sports Master ,who would sometimes spank our bums if
we needed it .
I often got some lovely views of the boys upturned bottoms , and often wished I could have been our school Doctor ,who seemed to have the best job in the world ,having our bums in his face ,twice a year as part of
the schools medical inspection arrangements . He was allowed to ,as part of the inspection ,to part our cheeks ,and pop his finger in . I don`t know if he enjoyed it , but I certainly did ,and so did a few other boys in my class . But ,I hasten to add ,at the time it was really embarrassing .
By the time I was about 13 ,I managed to get four other boys
to let me be " Doctor " to .
We got into a disused ,partly furnished house ,and I was usually the "Doctor " .
We would go after school . School uniforms and Medical inspections seemed to make it more exciting .
I would sit on an available dining chair ,while the four
boys would line up usually giggling , as I began to feel each boy all over , especially between the legs . Then I partly undressed each one of them ,and of course inspected them ,as thoroughly as they would let me . This would be without restriction ,as they enjoyed it as much as I did .
The best part was ,trousers down and over my knee .Then I would slowly take down the boys underpants ,getting my face as close to their bums as possible ,enjoying the smell ,and sight of their tasty boyish bottoms . I would gently spread the boys cheeks apart to have a real close look at their little holes. I would then slip my longest finger in ,much to the boys delight , and always have a little lick .
We always ended up needing lots of paper hankies ,or just using our underpants ,hoping our parents would`nt find out .
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- playing now -- perkins/chris c., 22:29:15 05/27/06 Sat 
Perkins and me are playing doctor right now. Hes the patient.In his green medallion printed flannel pjs Shawn is sitting up in bed with a thermometer in his mouth while I'm typing.I examined him before.Shawn loves me listening to his chest with his stethoscope.Hes pretty sick right now.I have two IVs in his arm and a feeding tube taped in nose.Shawns confined in bed.Time to take out the thermometer...brb....His temps up again 102.6 was 101.8 after breakfast.Shawn says he will write later.
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- Playing doctor as an adult -- Geoff, 22:54:15 05/27/06 Sat 
I really enjoy playing doctor. The only problem is, I have no-one to play it with, so I am forced to play it on my self.
This means, I have feel my own tummy, (which has a 5cm vertical scar on the right side). I then breathe in and out, and repeat the process of examination. When I breathe out I display a rather fat tummy, (similar to a pregnant woman.
I then listen to my heart and tummy with my stethoscope, (which is real)
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- Injections stories is back -- JV, 18:48:46 06/08/06 Thu 
The Yahoo group « HistoiresDePiqures » is collecting injections stories for all the injections fetishists. This group is moderated, without spam.
How to become a member ? Simply by sending your story first (firstname.lastname@example.org). This story can be real or imaginary at your choice. It must be one page minimum (Font : Times New Roman, size : 12 as reference). It can be written in French or in English. You can include any medical fetishes you want but the main subject is injection (whatever the place). These simple rules is a guarantee that you’ll find interesting contributions there.
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- MY FRIEND THE NURSE -- PLAY DOCTOR, 13:24:36 08/01/06 Tue 
We have known each other for almost 30 years – that's a long time. Been best of friends, too, even though we married somebody else, we've always been close. Yeah, as kids we dated a little bit and did some stuff in the back seat of my car, at high school parties, and in the basement of her parent's home – but that was about it. When we see each other, there's always a big hug and a kiss and I'm sure our respective spouses don't understand that, either – but that's the way it has always been. And, we've always had very open and candid discussions with each other, regardless of the topic. However, she does not know about my interest in medical fetish, examination, nurses, and all that goes with it. Needless to say, when she decided to go to nursing school, I was more than interested. And, it was Fantasyland big-time when she graduated. Then, she even went on to become a Physician's Assistant! I'd love to sit and listen to her describe her job giving examinations (especially when she worked in a Family Planning Clinic and did pelvics on young females), and she'd answer any question(s) that I had. In a way, I guess it was probably unfair of me to play her like this but I never figured out how to break the news to her that I was “into it”.
Now --- 30 years later, we've also both aged into our early 40s. No, we're not in the same the prime high school bodies that we had in the late 1970s, but that doesn't really matter. She still looks pretty good and I'm about the same as I was, just a little more of me! One day, we're talking on the phone and I'm telling her about the problems of aging and how I think that my prostate is enlarging because I am exhibiting the symptoms of frequent urination, an urgent need to urinate, and having to get up several times during the night to urinate. As a good friend, and from a medical perspective, she took quite an interest. Also, she is involved in one of these Amway-like marketing companies that offers a product with Zinc Citrate, Selenium, and Saw Palmetto known as “Maximum Prostate Care” that is supposed to reduce the swelling/growth of the prostate. She suggested that I get two bottles of this stuff (a 60-day supply @ $43) and see how it works. So, I did and in a few days the two bottles arrived. Take 2 of these fatigue-colored monster tablets each morning, with plenty of water, and preferably 30 minutes before the morning meal. I started doing it and didn't notice any bad or unusual things happening (like one time I was taking vitamins and started urinating florescent green) so I continued.
Perhaps things are starting to improve. I don't think I've changed anything but I have noticed that I can now usually go until about 5AM before needing to get up and use the bathroom. It's been about 45 days. Last night, the phone rang and it was Kaylyn on the phone. She was asking how I was doing and reminding me that my supply was going to run out in 15 days. Good for her. I had meant to contact her and she took care of that problem for me! She told me that she had another two bottles and invited me to her house today to pick them up. She suggested that I come for lunch since her husband was working and that would give us some nice time to visit.
I don't know what she thinks about prior to our visits, but I sure know what I think about! Needless to say, I was a bit surprised when I got to her house and she was wearing her “professional clothes” – a light blue smock/top and dark blue pants with white walking/running shoes. She told me that she had just covered in the clinic for somebody who couldn't work in the morning and she hadn't had the time to change yet. Of course, I told her it was no problem (and, in fact, it just fueled my fantasies). I thought she was going to change, but she didn't, and we had lunch and some great discussion. After we finished lunch, she went into another room in the house and came back with another two bottles of “MPC”. That turned our discussion to how it was working and whether I could notice a difference and that sort of stuff. So, I explained it all to her and she listened rather carefully. She told me that it sounded as though things were improving and said that during the next 60 days I should really experience a noticeable difference. And then, she said something that really caught my attention:
“Of course, the best way to know what's going on is to actually examine the prostate.”
So, I sort of acknowledged her comment with a pause and a hesitant. “Oh, yeah”.
But, she persisted. “Have you had it checked lately?”
“Well, that's only 9 months ago!”, she exclaimed, kind of making a joke of it and dismissing the fact that I had answered her question. And then, the big question: “How'd you feel about my checking your prostate?”
It kind of caught me by surprise; I really didn't know what to say. So, the first words that came out of my mouth were, 'Well, OK, I guess that would be OK.”
And then we just kind of sat there and looked at each other, both thinking, I'm sure, “What now?” Kaylyn got up from the table and headed toward the back of the house. She stopped halfway down the hall where the bathroom was and then said to me, “C'mon in here, this will work”, and then she went in the bathroom. I got up and walked down the hall. When I got to the bathroom and looked in, she was sitting on the toilet (seat and lid down, of course) and she was putting on exam gloves. I saw a tube of genuine K-Y Jelly on the counter.
“Go ahead and just drop your pants and lean forward towards the tub”, she said, all very professional and certainly with none of the thoughts similar to what I was having. I tried to keep things “professional” (can you imagine that – the opportunity that I have been waiting for the last 30 years and I want it to be over), and I loosened my belt, undid my pants, and slid them down my legs to just above my knees, then leaned forward and rested my hands on the edge of the tub.
Dumb me. “I guess you think I can do this with your underwear still up?”, she said, as I felt my underpants being lowered to where my pants were. And then, she pulled both down to just below my knees. I heard the K-Y tube “fart” and I felt her left hand separate my buttocks. “OK, take a deep breath. When you feel my finger, I want you to bear down like you're having a bowel movement and exhale slowly through your mouth.” I felt her finger between my buttocks and the tip pressing against my anus. Being cooperative, I did as she instructed, and the next thing I know she has her finger all the way inside of me. I can feel her slowly pulling it out and moving it around as she does, and then she removes it. It really didn't even take long enough to cause much of a stirring in my loins and I hadn't even begun to develop an erection.
“Done?”, I asked, in an almost relieved sort of way. I stood up and then reached down to get my underwear and pants, pulling them up over my hips before turning around. Kaylyn was removing her exam gloves and she stood up as I was fastening my pants.
“Not good”, she said. I stopped to listen.
“What do you mean? Am I going to die?”, I said, jokingly.
And then things lightened up a bit and we were back in the mode where she looked cute and I was just being me.
“You're full of shit”, she said.
“Yeah, so what else is new?”, I said.
'NO, I mean that you need to have a bowel movement so I can do a good exam. There's too much feces in there for me to assess your prostate”, she explained in an all-of-a-sudden very professional way.
“Well, so much for that good idea”, I continued to joke.
Kaylyn had walked out of the bathroom and I could hear her fidgeting in a nearby closet. By the time she got back, I had gotten myself together – dressed – and was just about ready to leave the bathroom. She came back in and she was holding a box in her hand. I knew what it was.
“This is a Fleet enema. Let's get you cleaned out so I can get your prostate checked”, she told me.
“Kaylyn, C'mon, it's not that much of a big deal. I'll go home, take a shit sooner or later, and maybe one day the doctor can check me out”, I said. Again, why was I resisting? Well, it's one thing to fantasize and it's another thing to have it happen!
She sat the box on the counter and put her hands on her hips. “Would you just stop?”, she said. “Look, I'm trying to help you and – well- hey, maybe I'm even just a little curious to see what your prostate feels like after 45 days of MPC . . .”, she explained.
“Yeah, but . . .” I tried to interject.
“Yeah but what? But that you're just too damned shy or proud – or what is it – to let your lifelong buddy slide a finger up your ass? Is that it?”, she continued. We'd always been up-front and blunt with each other, but I'd never heard her be so matter-of-fact.
What could I say? “Look, I just never imagined that I'd be in such a situation”, I responded. Of course, that was a lie. Perhaps a more correct statement was, “I never thought my ultimate fantasy would come true with you as a partner!”
“OK”, I said. “What do I have to do?”, I asked.
Kaylyn handed me the box and said, “Give yourself this enema – read the instructions, it's simple, and then I'll examine you again, OK?”, she said.
I took the box from her and opened it, pulling out the bottle. I was kind of waiting for her to leave, but she took the box and started reading the instructions to me: “Positions for using this enema: Left side position - Lie on left side with right knee bent, and arms resting comfortably. Knee-chest position - Kneel, then lower head and chest forward until left side of face is resting on surface with left arm folded comfortably. How to use this enema: Remove orange protective shield from enema Comfortip before inserting. With steady pressure, gently insert enema tip into rectum with a slight side-to-side movement, with tip pointing toward navel. Insertion may be easier if person receiving enema bears down, as if having a bowel movement. This helps relax the muscles around the anus. Do not force the enema tip into rectum as this can cause injury. Squeeze bottle until nearly all liquid is gone. It is not necessary to empty the bottle completely, as it contains more liquid than needed. Remove Comfortip from rectum. Retain enema in accordance with doctor's instructions…”
Still standing there, taking in the scene of her holding the enema box and reading the instructions, I said, “I think I got it but could you go over it one more time just to make sure?”
She laughed. She actually laughed in her cute sort of Goldie Hawn way and I felt for the first time since this “procedure” started that maybe she was having a little fun with it, too. And then she started reading: “Positions for using this enema: Left side position - Lie on left side with right knee bent, and arms resting comfortably. Knee-chest position - Kneel, then lower head and chest forward . . .”, and then she stopped reading. “You know, maybe it would just be better if I gave you the enema”, she said.
“Why don't we just forget about the enema?”, I said and I took the box from her and put the bottle back in it.
“Damn it, Lee, I'm trying to help you and all you're doing is making a big joke out of it”, and she was upset. Not mad, upset, and I could tell from knowing her this long that this was one of those times that I needed to give her a hug. So here we are in the bathroom, the Fleet enema looking on, and I'm giving her a big hug, and she's leaning into me and I know she wants to cry. And she starts. Now what have I gotten myself into? So I tell her that I'm sorry and all that sort of stuff and that gets the crying stopped.
“You know, we've known each other a very long time”, she said as she went over to sit on the toilet. “And, all of a sudden, you act as though there's some big secret or something just because --- what is it --- there's something different about my being a woman and your being a man and I'm going to put my finger in your ass? Is that it? Well, don't forget that I do . . .”, and I had to cut her off.
“No, Kaylyn, no”, I started. “That's not it – Look, I respect you and all that you've achieved. It's just that this whole thing caught me a but by surprise and --- well --- when was the last time you asked me to pull down my pants so you could give me an enema and stick a finger in my ass?” That was all that I could come up with – and it worked. She cheered up. She laughed.
“OK – I'm sorry for getting upset. Look, give me a minute in here and then….then, can we get this all taken care of?”, she said as she held the enema box and shook it at me.
“Sure”, I agreed, and I walked out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen.
Several minutes later, Kaylyn came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where I was sitting. She put her arms around me and kissed my forehead. “I'm sorry, Lee. I shouldn't have let go on you”, she said.
Then she took my hand and lead me back to the bathroom. She had a big bath towel and she handed it to me. “It's going to be a lot easier if you just take off everything from the waist down and wrap this around yourself”, she told me in a very professional way. I took the towel from her and she walked out of the bathroom. “Call me when you're ready”, I heard her say as she went down the hall.
I had made up my mind I was going to get on with it, so I took off my shoes and socks, them my pants and underwear. I wrapped the towel around me, took a deep breath, and called Kaylyn. She came back into the bathroom and took the enema bottle from the box.
“OK – now just lean over like you did before”, she said. When I did that, I realized that I had screwed up. I put the towel around me so that the opening would be on the side. That meant that Kaylyn would have to pull the whole towel back as opposed to just opening it at the split. Well, that didn't matter either, I found out. She just took the bottom of the towel and raised it up to over my hips. So, my entire buttocks were exposed, not to mention what was visible from behind dangling between my legs. I heard the exam gloves going on and then I felt her left hand on my inner thigh pushing against it for me to spread a little wider and then she ran it up to spread my cheeks. “Tell you what – why don't you just get on your knees and bend over – that will be more comfortable…” I knelt down on the floor and, admittedly, it was more comfortable.
“You're still pretty well lubed”, she said, and I felt the tip of the Fleet enema nozzle at my anus. She just slid it in and I could feel the neck of the bottle when it was fully inserted. Then, I could feel a slight coolness as the liquid entered me. She was very steady as she squeezed the bottle and I could feel her hand between my buttocks as she squeezed out the very last drop! She slid the nozzle out and pulled down the towel.
“There – give that a few minutes and then - when you think you really have to go – use the toilet. You should sit on the toilet for a long time”, she told me, as I felt her reach under me and put her hand under my shirt so she could knead my stomach. When she did this, I could feel her covered thigh against my bare thigh – for just a moment – and it started to get me thinking the wrong thoughts. She stood up and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I stayed in that position for probably five minutes and then the cramping got pretty bad so I moved to the toilet. Wow – she was right. Not to get too graphic, but a lot of stuff came out, and then some more, and then after waiting, even some more. I sat on the toilet and looked around and then, for some reason, happened to look in the trash can. In there was a discarded wrapper – “TAMPAX” it said. Now I know a little beit more about her sensitivity today! Anyhow, about ten minutes later, Kaylyn called to me from the other side of the door. She told me to “stay put” and to “give it plenty of time”. And, she was right. After about twenty minutes I was finished. But now I felt kind of dirty, at least around my ass!
I cleaned up the best I could with the toilet paper and a washcloth with warm water and soap. Kaylyn must have heard me being so thorough as she called through the door, “Just go ahead and take a shower – You'll feel better!” So, that's what I did. It felt good to get ALL clean. I dried off, put my t-shirt back on, and wrapped the towel around my waist, this time in such a way that it would open in the back. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stuck my head out, “I'm ready when you are . . .”
While I was expelling the enema and showering, Kaylyn had gotten out of her uniform and was now in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Either she had a light bra on or no bra, because I could see her nipples outlined against the t-shirt. She came into the bathroom and put on the exam gloves. As she was putting K-Y on her right index finger, she said, “Go ahead and just lean over and we'll be done.”
I leaned over and the towel fell to either side; once again, all of my butt was exposed. The familiar feel of her left hand on my cheek, then her lubed finger pressing against my anus. “Remember, deep breath in, bear down, and exhale through your mouth”, she reminded me.
As I did this, I felt her finger going into me, all the way in, and then she was rotating it around --- first to the left and then to the right. Then she'd push in deeper, remove it slightly and then push it deeper again. She did this several times and every once in a while I could feel where she would touch the tip of my prostate. When she did, my anal sphincter would involuntarily constrict against her finger and I could also feel a swelling in my penis. I didn't think I was fully erect, but I felt as though I would be noticeably enlarged if she could see it. She took her arm and wrapped it around my waist, pulling me against her as she went just a little deeper with her finger. Then, in a steady and quick movement, she removed her finger and I heard the gloves coming off and being dropped in the trash can. From past experience, I knew not to say anything and just wait for her to comment. So, I also stayed in position, butt exposed and all.
“I can't reach it”, she said.
“What do you mean”, I said.
“Your prostate is located pretty far up there and in this position I can't reach it”, she explained.
“So, what's the answer”, I asked.
“Oh, usually we just have a patient turn over on the exam table on his back and we put his feet in the stirrups like a lady for a pelvic exam”, she said. “But, no exam table here so we'll just go into the bedroom and you can lie back on the bed and hold your legs back.”
I stood up and said, “Kaylyn, look, you've gone out of your way. Really, don't worry about it.”
“After all this you don't want to know?”, she asked. Walking out of the bathroom, she said, “Now come in here and lie back.”
I followed her into the guest bedroom and she had placed a towel on the bed where she wanted me to lie. I lay back and made sure that the towel was covering me. She was standing at the side of the bed putting on another pair of exam gloves. “Go ahead and slide down to the end of the bed so your butt is right at the edge”, she said.
I did that but then realized that the towel that was covering me had started to slide up as well. “Now, just raise your knees, separate your legs, and hold them with your hands behind your knees”, she said. I guess she realized I was having trouble either doing this or visualizing it, because she took her hand and put it under my left knee and moved my leg into position. As she did it, the towel slid back to my waist and now my penis was exposed to her and I was spread wide. “Whoops!”, she said, and she took the towel and pulled it down to cover my genitals. She pulled it our from under me and arranged it so that it would just be draped across me. “This will work better”, she said. “Now just stay in that position and it will all be over soon.”
Kaylyn took up a position – I guess on her knees – at the foot of the bed. I felt a corner of the towel between my legs being raised up and then I felt her lubed finger against my anus. “Same procedure, ready?”, she said.
I inhaled, and then exhaled through my mouth while bearing down. Her finger slid in all the way and it did feel a little deeper than before. “Not quite”, she said, and I felt her finger sliding from inside of me. I felt a fingertip pressing against my anus and she said, “It's really up there – I'm gonna use my middle finger”, and I felt her slide it in.
It was long enough and she applied a firm pressure against my prostate. It caused me to groan a little and my anal sphincter constricted against her finger. “Yup, that's it”, she said. With a firm pressure, she moved her finger all around my prostate and she pressed directly against it. She rubbed her finger across it and asked me, “Do you have any pain or discomfort?”
“No”, is all I could say. I was starting to get an erection and also respond to the slight in and out movements of her finger with opposing movements of my butt. She pushed her finger in as deep as it would go and kept it pressed directly on the center of my prostate. “I'm going to palpate you from the outside now”, she said, and I felt the fingertips of her other hand pressing against my perineum and then to either side of my scrotum. By now, I had developed a full erection and I felt the tip of my penis against the towel causing it to act like the center pole of a tent! That didn't last long, though, as Kaylyn pulled the towel up to my waist and started palpating in my groin. I noticed that this either caused my erection to flop back against my stomach or stand straight up, depending upon how and where she was applying pressure.
“I need to touch you now”, she said, as she stopped with her free hand and rested it on my hip.
“What were you doing before?”, I asked.
“NO – I mean, I want to examine your genitals”, she said.
“Oh, uh, oh --- uh, OK”, I stammered.
“You can put your legs down, just keep them spread for me”, she said. I felt her take my penis in her hand and rotate it from side to side, then she took her hand and ran it up to the tip, spreading the urethral opening with her thumb and forefinger. “Just checking for normal and abnormal discharge – all looks good”, she said. I just lay there trying not to embarrass myself in what she was treating as a very normal activity.
I felt her cup my scrotal sack and then take each testicle between her fingers, applying light pressure and asking me whether there was any discomfort. She then took the tubes between her fingers and felt them. “Everything is working fine”, she said.
This slipped out --- “Well, I thought that was pretty obvious”, I said.
With her finger still as far in my rectum as it would go – pressing on my prostate – she stood up and leaned over me, running her hand under my shirt until it came to rest on my chest. “Some men don't have this response”, she said. With her leaning forward, I could see that she was not wearing a bra. That was a nice sight. She was slowly moving her finger inside of my rectum – very slightly in and out – when she said, “You have no problem achieving and maintaining an erection. Do you experience any problem with ejaculation?”
“Huh?”, I said.
“Orgasm – can you cum?”, she replied, sounding a little bit annoyed with my stupid answer.
“Generally – sure, why?”, I replied – feeling it kind of hard to talk to my lifelong friend who is now leaning over me with her finger in my ass and her braless nipples pressing against her t-shirt.
She didn't answer but slipped her finger from inside me and covered me back up. “Slide back up on the bed and lie still, I'll be back”, she said as she left the room. “Now what?”, I wondered.
She wasn't gone but just a few seconds. When she returned, she knelt on the bed next to me and pulled the towel off, raising my t-shirt to my neck. She handed me a small packet and I recognized it as a condom. My penis was still very erect and she took some K-Y in the palm of her hand and started to apply it (as oppose to stroke) to my penis. I didn't know exactly what was happening but I had opened the condom. “Go ahead, put the condom on”, she said. I got it on quite easily since my penis was covered with K-Y. “OK – just raise your knees and spread your legs”, she said, as she moved my left leg into position . . . basically feet flat on the bed with knees raised and legs spread.
I felt her right hand moving across the underside of my thigh and in between my buttocks, her middle finger against my anus, and her finger sliding all the way inside to touch my prostate. She moved her finger in and out and then she took her left hand and lightly stroked it across my stomach, up my chest, and across my nipples until they became erect. Then she let her hand drift down and, this time, wrap around my penis so that she could begin an up and down stroking motion. While her right hand was still in the exam glove, her left hand was bare.
“Do you have any discomfort when I do this”, she asked – and I think she really meant it in a professional way!
By this time, I was lying back in bliss but I still responded, “NO – that's fine.” She kept stroking and moving her finger in and out of my ass and I began to move in rhythm with her.
“No – lie still and let it happen when it's ready; that way I'll know there are no problems”, she said. So, I lay as still as I could and just let her work on me. I took my hand and an it across the top of her thigh and down over what I could feel of her buttocks in her kneeling position. I would have like to get my hand in her pants but they were stretched out too tight as she knelt . I got my hand under her t-shirt and ran my hand up her back – verified that there was no bra – then came around the front to cup her breast. She pulled away.
“I can't. Please, just let me finish, please”, she said – not in a reprimanding manner but in a truly sincere and almost apologetic manner. I think she was doing her best to let a situation that may have gotten a little out of control at least end pleasantly. When she moved away, my hand had moved lower and I was rubbing little circles across the top of her thigh and back across her buttocks. That was going to be the extent of what I was going to feel.
Almost like a randomly programmed machine, but with a human touch, she continued with a steady stroking of my penis and a probing of my ass. Taking her advice, I let happen what was going to happen and – as I just put all my thoughts to rest – I started to orgasm. She kept stroking, slowing as the orgasm occurred, and then almost stroking in a milking fashion towards the end. When the orgasm was over, she slowly removed her finger from my rectum, but still held on to my penis. She leaned forward and looked me in the eye.
“I had to to do that for you. I hope you understand”, she said. And she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I pulled her towards me and kissed her again, this time with open mouth, and for a few seconds our tongues played, and then we realized . . .
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- New Voy Forum -- voy.com/195616/, 08:48:56 08/03/06 Thu 
A new forum devoted to childhood enema experiences:
I bet a lot of us played doctors as kids. And I bet it involved enemas at times. What a great topic for the new forum!
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- E-MAIL?? -- PATIENTSEAN, 13:06:36 09/29/06 Fri 
Asalee is your e-mail not working? I send you several messages all cameback "delivery failed could not connect to mail server"
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- no posts in long time so question -- kenw, 13:52:28 12/11/06 Mon 
While on the RT forum, i noticed a post about using an old style bar drink mixing stick, this was a glass or plastic rod about 6-9 inches long with ball on one end, the rod was little smaller then pencil thickness. as thermometer while playing doctor I have never seen this done but i found the idea interesting. has anyone else ever hear of using one of these bar mixing rods for a thermometer to do rectal temps in a play exam.
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