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Date Posted: Sunday, September 16, 2012, 08:07: pm
Hi everone!
My name is Justin and I’m a 13 y/o boy living in the southeast United States. I’ve just found this site and some other “voy” sites in the past 3-4 weeks after a series of incidents that happened to me at the end of this summer. In school, I like writing stories, and at home I keep a journal because I find writing down my thoughts helps me deal with stuff that’s going on. I would die if any of my friends new I wrote a journal cause that seems like a real sissy thing to do for a boy…and I would die if they read some of the stuff I’ve written. But, the story I’m about to tell is something I haven’t even written in my journal, cause if anyone ever found it, I would completely die of embarrassment. But, I do want to share it with someone, so posting it here seems like a good way to “get it off my chest”, and I can still keep it anonymous. Anyway, I am writing this as a “story”, but it is all completely and 100% true.
So, first I should say that I only found these “voy” sites starting a few weeks ago after the first episode of my “experience” which I am going to describe in detail. I didn’t know which forum would be the most appropriate to post this in, as it fits in several such as “embarrassing physical exams” and some others as you will see. But I chose this one cause it was embarrassing and did involve a thermometer in my bottom. That’s all the foreshadowing I’m giving you! (see…I told you I like writing…I’m already talking about foreshadowing!).
So, let me start out by saying that I really can’t believe some of the people here really like having their temperature taken in their butts. From what I have read here, it seems like it was more common years ago, like in th 50s, 60s, and 70s. Well, I am a living, breathing witness to the fact that there are still some doctors out there who give the “old fashioned” physical exams to their kid patients in 2012. I guess the correct term for them is pediatrician and the patients are pediatric patients, which I still am.
So, what else should you know? Like I said, I just turned 13 years old and have just started the 7th grade. I guess I’m just a normal, average kid. I get good grades in school, and play several sports. I’m waiting to hit a good growth spurt soon cause I’m one of the smaller boys in my class. Several kids came back from summer vacation this year and looked like they grew several inches. Not me, though. I live with my parents and my younger sister, April, who is 8 years old. My older brother is in college, and didn’t come home this summer. Well, that’s about all I can think to tell for background, so here goes.
Just FYI, I am writing this story in the first person, as I am the main character. The quotations I give in this story are my best recollection of what was actually said. Some quotes are actually direct quotes, and they will probably be obvious. So, here goes. Sorry if this gets too long, or is too long already.
BEGIN STORY
So, at the end of the school year in May 2012, I brought a note home, which stated that school policy was changing and that all students would need a physical exam (with school form filled out) for the next school year. There were also some recommended booster shots and stuff that was listed. Last year, only the kids who were playing sports needed a physical. Even though I did play sports, my aunt was an assistant with a doctor’s office and she filled out my form one day before the start of the fall sports season last year. So, I wasn’t too worried about this whole physical situation. But, at the beginning of August, my mom informed me that I had an appointment with my pediatrician that next week. I asked her if we couldn’t just get Aunt Peggy to fill out the form again, but she said “No. You haven’t been to the doctor in several years and are due for a check-up. Besides, you are probably due for some booster shots.”
These words were like a death sentence to me. You see, I remember every detail of my last physical exam at my doctor’s office. I was 9 years old, and it was embarrassing even then. My doctor was an older man, and he did things the “old fashioned way”. I remember being naked for most of my last exam, and of course there was the thermometer in my bottom, which I dreaded. Even back then, I had been having my temperature taken by mouth for many years. But at the doctor, it was taken the other way. Like I said, at 9, this was pretty embarrassing, but at 13 it would surpass embarrassing and move along to absolutely mortifying.
As the day drew closer, I was able to convince myself that my exam at 13 would be nothing like my earlier exams. I mean, I was no longer a kid, I was a teenager and certainly the doctor would respect that. Hopefully, he would make sure that my mom stayed in the waiting room. But at the very least, he would make certain that she would be required to leave if he had to look down my pants at my privates. Some of my friends had recently described their exams, and described brief looks down their pants, or a say things like “he felt my balls”, but nobody mentioned being naked for the exam. Those who discussed a few details said things like “At the end, I had to drop my pants so he could look at my stuff”, or something similar. These were just quick conversations in a small group of boys one day. Nobody went into extreme detail, and I remained quiet as my last exam had been almost 4 years before, and I still didn’t want to give out details of that one. I also found out that none of my friends used the same doctor I did. My mom says that he is the best pediatrician in town and that there is a waiting list to get into his office.
During the course of that week leading up to my check-up, I tried many times to get my mom to change doctors and take me to the doctor that the others in the family used. I have an older brother who is in college and he goes to the same doctor as my parents. My younger sister, who is 8, goes to the same doctor I do. Mom hasn’t taken us together since I was like 7 years old. My sister has been for regular check-ups almost every year, but I have never been allowed to tag along, and we don’t discuss what happens at her exams, so I don’t know if their office still uses the practices they did last time I was there.
Anyway, I was worried about the exam, and about something else that could happen if the exam were as embarrassing as I was remembering, so I tried dropping hints and asking multiple times about changing doctors, or having Aunt Peggy do it and fill out the form. Mom told me that I was still considered a child at 13 and that the pediatrician was the doctor I needed to see. After my request would be denied, I tended to let it go for a while before finding a new way to bring up the subject. You see, I didn’t want to have to explain to her everything that I was worried about. As the week went on, she seemed to get more and more irritated with me nagging her about it until a few days before she said, “Enough! I don’t know what your problem is about this. It’s a doctor’s appointment. You’ve been there before, many times. You won’t get hurt. So, stop griping about it. You need to go and have your check-up! We are going to keep the appointment this week and that is final. I don’t want to hear anymore about it! Do you understand?!”
Well, at that point I knew my battle was lost and that in two days I would have to go to the doctor. So, again, I spent those days trying to calm myself and assuring myself that things would be different because I was older.
On Wednesday afternoon, my friend asked me and my mom if I could spend the night and go to the waterpark with them the next day. I thought it was a great idea, but mom said, “No. We have your doctor’s appointment in the morning.” Of course, my sister was spending the night at their house because her best friend is my friend’s younger sister. So they will all be having fun at the waterpark while I have to go to the stupid doctor’s office. I guess I got kind of mad and bratty, and mom scolded me and told me to “Snap out of it! I don’t like the way you are acting recently, young man. If you don’t shape up, I can find a way to correct your behavior for you.” It was kind of a vague threat from her, and I really didn’t know what to make of it. She would probably ground me for a week or so, which would pretty much screw up the last few weeks of summer.
I woke up the next morning just after 8:30, and tried to lay in bed and not make any noise hoping that I could sleep through my appointment. Not too long after I woke, my mom knocked on the door and entered saying, “You better get up and get your shower. I’ll have some breakfast for you when you’re done. We have to get going because we have a few errands before your doctor’s appointment.” “Oh, great!” I thought. I get to be dragged out on errands all day. What a sucky day!
So I got up and went to the shower. Nervousness was now creeping all through my body. It was the first time in a long time that I didn’t complete my usual shower activities, if you know what I mean. I got out and went back to my room and got dressed. Mom had told me I had to wear something that looked kind of nice and neat, which consisted of a nice pair of shorts with a collared polo shirt. I went down to breakfast and ate and then mom made me hurry to brush my teeth and then we were in the car.
We stopped along the way for a few errands, then at 10:30, we were back in the car heading toward the doctor’s office, which was only about a 10 minute drive from where we were. At this point, I had that empty, pit-in-the-stomach, feeling which intensified with every moment as we got closer to the office. It dawned on me then as I was sitting in the front seat of the car, that this feeling was similar to the long car ride home after you had been told your were going to be spanked when you got home. In fact, that had happened to me a week before my 11th birthday. It was the last time I got a spanking, and also was the last time my mom saw me naked, as she pulled my pants and underwear down for the spanking. Anyway, the feelings of nervousness and dread increased every moment as we got closer to the doctor just as they had several years ago with every moment as we got closer to home. Nothing like the anticipation of something unpleasant to turn your stomach inside out.
While those thoughts were going through my head, I snapped back to reality as we turned into the parking lot. The office building was brand new and nice looking. Mom hurried me inside and we quickly registered at the desk and took a seat. I was breathing pretty quickly as my nervousness increased, but I was consciously trying to look cool as I didn’t want anyone else in the room to know I was nervous. I looked around at some of the other kids. A few my age, but mostly younger and a few babies. Some kids looked a little nervous like I felt, but others didn’t appear to be bothered. I wondered if they knew how they were gonna be examined and if they were embarrassed. It then struck me that everyone in the room probably thought that I was gonna be getting a rectal temperature soon, and that thought sent a wave of embarrassment through my body. There was a girl about my age there sitting next to her younger brother, who looked really sick. She obviously wasn’t getting examined today, but might watch his exam. I wonder if she was picturing me getting examined and having my temperature taken in my bottom. Again, another wave of embarrassment shocked through my body.
And that was when it happened. The other thing I was worried about that hadn’t been a concern during previous exams, was now a major cause of anxiety. Yes, I started getting a boner! I went from soft to completely stiff in a few seconds. I had to try and discretely adjust myself to alleviate the uncomfortable pulling that it created. A few moments later, the side door opened. “Justin…Mrs. Anders (not real last name), come back please”.
I’m sure my face flushed as I was watched by everyone as I crossed the room. I just knew they were all looking at my butt, knowing what would soon be there. But No, I told myself. “I’m 13 and they won’t treat me like a kid anymore”. But why was my mom walking with me. This wasn’t a good sign. As we got to the door, I said “Mom, it’s OK, I can go in alone.” She paused for a moment, but the nurse, Cheryl, said, ”Oh, no! All minors under the age of 16 must be accompanied by a parent or guardian at all times. Those are part of our office rules and policies.”
Now dejected and still nervous, I followed her down the hall. My doctor had two other partners and the office was laid out such that there was a central desk after you went through the doors from the waiting room. There were three hallways off of that central area, one for each doctor. The doctor’s office was the first door on the hall, followed by 4 exam rooms, and each hall ended in a pod, where there was a smaller nurses station. Cheryl led us down Dr. Davis’s hall to the pod and introduced us to another nurse. “This is Brandy. She will be taking care of you with Dr. Davis today.”
End of part 1. I’ll post more when I get around to it.
-Justin
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