10 comments/ 213937 views/ 46 favorites Walk-In Clinic By: ColinGraham I don't know why I forgot to wear men's briefs that day, perhaps I was just so used to the comfortable feel of silk and lace that I didn't even think about it when I dressed. Or maybe I had an unconscious desire to be caught; to finally have my little secret uncovered. So here I sat at the walk-in clinic, debating whether to leave, or to risk the off chance that I might be caught wearing women's underwear. Surely, if I had to disrobe they would give me one of those gowns to wear. I could strip my panties off and hide them in my pants pocket before anyone saw them. It was nearly five o'clock, and what had been a full waiting room was gradually clearing out. Finally I heard my name called. Looking up from the six-month old magazine, I saw that I was alone; I would obviously be the last patient of the day. The pretty young nurse's assistant directed me to a room at the end of the hall. As I stepped inside she opened a cabinet and pulled out one of those short cotton gowns that barely cover your ass. "Here you go," she said cheerily, her eyes roaming the length of my 6-foot frame, "Disrobe and slip this on. You can leave your briefs on for now. A nurse will be with you shortly." Her instructions to keep my briefs on threw my careful plant into disarray. I stripped everything else off and then spent precious minutes debating whether to remove the panties. Unfortunately my decision came a few seconds too late. I was just dropping my panties when the door swiftly opened behind me, and a whoosh of cool air swept between my bare thighs. I spun around, grabbing the thin yellow gown to hold out in a feeble attempt to cover myself. "Sorry," The young woman in nurse's whites offered, "Not quite ready were you?" She smiled, apparently amused by my discomfiture. Flushing red, I attempted a comeback but words failed me. She was strikingly beautiful. Her eyes flashed with cool green fire as my own eyes roved quickly over her well-curved figure. Her two large breasts struggled against the confines of the prim white uniform. I could see the white lace of her brassiere peeking out from between the overstressed buttons. I struggled for words but merely stammered. "Relax hon," she said reassuringly. "I'm the nurse. I need to ask you some questions. But first why don't you step out of those. . ." Her gaze had slid down my body to where my panties lay bunched in a soft blue heap around my ankles. In my rush to cover myself I had forgotten them. I stepped meekly backward while she bent down to scoop them up. I was so embarrassed that I barely noticed the excellent view down her cleavage. She stood up, and held the filmy, powder blue panties on the end of her finger. They happened to be my sexiest pair, and were generously fringed with white lace around the waistband and high-cut leg openings. Only a true femme-slut would wear these. The nurse fixed me with a knowing smile. "My, my, aren't these charming." She dangled the panties in front of me as I turned beet-red, "You could have left these on ..." She snatched them away as I reached out for them. "... but there's no harm in leaving them off now. . .that is unless you're uncomfortable?" Without waiting for my answer she turned and hung them on a wall hook. She looked at them and smiled as if she'd just mounted a trophy. Struggling to regain my composure, I fumbled to unfold the gown and conceal myself. She reached out and grabbed the sleeves, holding them open for me while nonchalantly glancing over the top at my exposed genitals. My cock had already risen to "half-mast" and was wagging about rather obscenely as I wriggled into the gown. "Hmm. . .Uh-huh. . .There you go." She winked as I slid my arms into it. "Now let me help you get these strings tied. They can be a bit awkward." The nurse stepped around behind me. I felt an electric shock as her warm soft hand brushed mine. My cock was now fully erect, its sensitive head brushing against the front of the gown. I bent over so it wouldn't show as much, but this caused the back of the gown to open up, giving her a clear view of my ass. I straightened, but it was too late; she'd already slipped her fingers between the open edges, pretending to work on the closure strings. "This your first time to the clinic, honey?" she asked casually as she finished tying the top string and moved down to tie the next one. "Y-yes ma'am," I mumbled, trying to keep my back toward her to hide my huge erection. The light touch of her fingernails against my bare back ever sent shivers up my spine. I was sure she noticed. She snuggled her leg in close behind me until it brushed the backs of my thighs. This also kept the gown from closing at the bottom. I felt the starched cloth of her uniform rub against my buttocks, and tried to think of something else. Finally she finished and then sidestepped around to face me from the front. I tried to hide the tent pole in front of my gown by bending over again, but she put a firm hand on my shoulder and stopped me. Her gaze fell downward to take in the gown's bulge, where my erection poked stiffly outward. My cock twitched involuntarily beneath the thin cotton material. There was a wet spot where my pre-come had soaked through. She smiled knowingly and turned to retrieve her clipboard. "Please sit down." She indicated a vinyl covered stool. "Let's start by going over your medical history." I gasped as the stool's cold vinyl touched my bare skin through the crack in my gown. The nurse smiled at my discomfort and nonchalantly grasped my knee to brace herself as she sat down across from me. In the process she knocked away my hands which I'd been using to cover my lap. My erection was still obvious. "Relax honey." Her green eyes mocked me, "I've seen it all before." She lowered her voice and added conspiratorially, "Quite frankly, considering what little you have to offer down there, women's panties are a good choice for you." I couldn't believe her impertinence! She smiled as if challenging me to respond. I merely flushed beet-red and averted my eyes. She had the upper hand now, but little did I know how far she would go with it. My erection subsided as I answered the medical history questions, and by the time she finished and put the clipboard aside it had wilted completely. It sprang to life again though when she got up and snapped on a pair of rubber gloves. "Now what exactly brings you in here today, Miss Skye?" I blanched. 'Miss?' Was that merely a slip of the tongue or ...? Once again the nurse locked eyes with me, and once again I lost. "Well, ma'am," I replied, staring down at the floor, "I've been having back and leg pains, and some abdominal cramping." "I see." She made a note on her clipboard. "And how long has this been going on?" "About four days." "Hmmph. You should have come in before today. Taking care of our bodies is a serious responsibility, MISS Skye. Stand up" So it was intentional! She was taunting me! And yet I found myself unable to challenge her; my pride seemingly as limp as the powder blue panties hanging from the wall hook. I stood there mute and helpless as she poked and prodded my stomach and kidneys. When her fingers reached the top of my groin area, I felt another surge of blood in my cock. The nurse ignored the sudden movement under the gown and continued prodding me. "Get up on the table, Missy -- I need to take your temperature." She reached in a jar and pulled out a large thermometer. I balked when I saw her lubricate the fat bulbous end. "But don't you –" My protest was cut short by her cold hard glare. "I make the rules here, honey. Now up you go." My gown fell open as I climbed onto table, and she gave my bare butt a friendly pat. "Just lay on your side and pull your right knee up Relax. You may even enjoy this." I was beyond humiliation now, and just wanted to get this over with, but she seemed in no hurry. She carefully spread my buttocks apart and probed my hole with her gloved and lubricated finger. She was right, it felt unexpectedly good. As she withdrew her finger my sphincter reflexively sucked at it. The nurse chuckled. "See? I told you you'd like it." A moment later I felt the cool glass of the thermometer against my anus. She poked it in a fraction of an inch, swirled it around for a moment, then plunged it in and held it there with her fingers right up against my twitching sphincter. Her other hand lay on my buttock. She gave it a possessive pat, like you might pat a dog's head. My cock was as hard as a rock and ready to explode. "Have you had normal bowel movements recently?" she asked casually. "Not really," I replied ... and quickly regretted it. Too late. "Really. Hmm ..." She had me describe this more in great detail, all the while twirling the thermometer in my ass. Finally she pulled it out and made a notation on her clipboard. "I think we'd better give you an enema before we let a doctor see you." Her tone made it obvious she didn't need my opinion on the matter. "But ... I really don't --" "Now, now, Missy. Just do as I say and things will go easier for you. Now scoot up here and lie on your side." Before I could respond she grasped my limbs and forced me into position. "Lift this knee up ... that's it." I felt like a mannequin in her strong hands. She pulled my gown all the way open and I lay there facing the wall with my entire backside exposed. I heard water in the sink and cupboard doors opening, and a moment later her hand was on my hip again. She pushed her greased finger inside me again, deeper than before. "Ow! I gasped. "Ooooh ...That hurts!" "Shhh! Don't be such a baby." She buried her finger deeper and twisted it around to rub my prostate. Underneath the flimsy gown I nursed another huge erection. Finally she withdrew her finger. It made a wet pop as my hole sucked at it. "Just relax now, babygirl" she soothed. "Here comes the nozzle." Once again her insistent fingers spread my buttocks apart. She pressed the nozzle against me, paused to center it against my hole, and then shoved it briskly up into my rectum. The nozzle's end was much fatter than her finger. I winced at the intrusion and began to sweat. She patted my ass-cheek as the warm liquid flooded into my bowels. "Now you just stay still, sweetie. I'm going to step out for minute." The door opened and then closed. I was suddenly alone with a raging hard-on. The strain was too much. I moved my hand around, hiked the gown up, and started jerking off. I was just about ready to climax when I heard the door whoosh open again. I froze in mid-stroke and reached to cover myself. Too late. "Oh!" It was a female voice I didn't recognize. "What are you doing?! Nurse!!" The nurse stormed in and briskly pulled aside my gown. My cock was pulsing bright red, and a big drop of pre-come glistened on its tip. I was speechless. The nurse and her young assistant hovered over me, both of their faces flushed with anger. More nurses and female assistants streamed into the room to see what the commotion was. One of them pointed toward the wall. "Look!" They all turned to see my frilly blue panties hanging on the hook. There was a lot of giggling and whispering as the assistant explained my "crime" to the nurse. "Well, sissy," the nurse's voice boomed mockingly, "Having a little fun are we?" The door was still open. More women whispered from the hallway. I seemed to be the star attraction. I felt a tug on the hose as someone checked the contents of the enema bag. It must have been nearly empty by now. Stomach cramps were beginning to hit me. "Okay, everyone out!" The nurse ordered. As soon as the door closed she turned to me and ran the nozzle even farther up my hole. "Ow!" "Shut up. That was just to get your attention, sissy." She twisted the nozzle. "This is a CLINIC, in case you hadn't noticed. Your disgusting conduct is an insult to my staff." "I'm s-sorry," I managed to stammer. She gripped my arm and twisted the nozzle around some more. "Feels like you need to empty this out, right?" Her voice was low and menacing. "Well you can just keep those pretty little butt cheeks clamped together and hold it. You and I need to talk." She slapped her hand across my ass, hard. "You don't have much respect for me or the other people here do you?" "N-no. I mean yes, I—" She cut me off with a glare. The liquid sloshed around inside me, urging for release, but the nurse was in no hurry. She was obviously enjoying my discomfiture. "You embarrassed my assistant." "I'm sorry," I murmured feebly. "I could have you arrested you know." She paused as if weighing the option. "Lewd behavior, exhibitionism ... you'll make the morning papers." "Please. Don't." "Are you telling me what to do?!" She practically shouted the words. "No." I replied, then added, "Ma'am." "Hmm ... I hope not." She leaned close to my ear and spoke softly, "In fact I think you are the type who likes to be told what to do, instead of the other way around. Am I right?" "Yes ma'am," I replied, trying to give her answers she wanted so she wouldn't prolong the one-sided conversation. I desperately needed to go to the bathroom. "You're a sissy who wears girl's panties aren't you?" I nodded—there was no point in denying it. "You WILL cooperate," she continued, her voice rising, "so we can clear this up without getting the police involved, won't you, sissy?" "Yes ... ma'am. I'll do anything you want." "Good. Let's get you cleaned up. Then we'll set you up with another appointment." 'Another appointment?' Oh well, I was in no position to argue. The nurse turned and rummaged through a drawer while I stared at the wall and prayed for relief. Suddenly she pried my ass cheeks apart, removed the nozzle, and shoved in some sort of plug. It was even fatter than the nozzle and I grunted in pain as she shoved it all the way in. At last my tortured sphincter closed around the narrow base. I was safely plugged – but still quite full and hurting very much. "Get up." The nurse clutched my arms and pulled me up off the exam table. She briskly pulled the gown off me while I stood there on shaky legs. "I guess our little sissy won't need this gown since she seems to enjoy exposing herself." She swung the door swing open and motioned me out into the crowded hallway. A sudden cramp forced me to bend over so I couldn't see who was there, but the laughter and snickering told me I had an audience. Finally I glanced up and saw no less than four women staring at me. Even the pretty young receptionist had joined them. Their expressions ranged from amused to downright hostile. Stark naked, beet red from embarrassment, and with a large plug planted uncomfortably in my ass, I was led down the hallway to a large bathroom which had enough room for someone to stand beside me on each side of the toilet. Two women roughly backed me around to face the door, exposing my cock, which wagged obscenely at half-mast, dripping pre-come. This induced a few snide comments from the other women, who stood in the doorway watching. "Squat, sissy." They lowered me until I was crouched just over the toilet. "Now, on the count of one, you will reach down and pull the plug out of your ass. On the count of two, you will sit, and on three, you will empty yourself. Got that, sissy?" I nodded, squatted down, and reached back to where I could feel the end of the butt-plug. "One!" the nurse yelled. I pulled the plug out and clenched my butt closed to keep the fluid from exploding out. "Two!" ... a chorus of laughing voices. I sat, and somehow managed to hold the torrent of shit inside me. "Three!" The screaming laughter from the women almost drowned the sound of my tortured bowels exploding into the bowl. I forced my swollen cock down between my thighs to hide it from view. This elicited even more laughter. There was a large shower stall in the room, big enough for a wheelchair and an assistant. The nurse pushed me into it, and had me lay on the cold plastic floor. There was harsh whispering outside the stall. Moments later a pretty young assistant stepped into the stall and stood over me. I noticed that she had removed both her shoes and panty-hose. "Close your eyes, sissy," the nurse ordered. I immediately complied. I heard shuffling, and the woman's feet bumped into my shoulders. Then I felt a presence near my face, followed by the unmistakable smell of a woman's vagina. I slit my eyelids open a tiny bit just as the young assistant squatted over my face. Slick wet pussy lips unfolded from within her soft brown bush. I could even see her clit. It was pink and swollen, and I stared mesmerized, as the rich scent of her pussy invaded my nostrils. "Keep your eyes shut, sissy," the nurse commanded. "But open your mouth -- wide!" I opened my mouth, expecting the girl to lower her dripping pussy onto it ... Suddenly a torrent of warm pee gushed out! "Aacckk!" I spluttered and coughed. The nurse planted her foot on my crotch as I tried to get up. "Stay still!" So I laid there while the girl emptied her bladder on me. Her piss streamed down my face and into my ears, nose and hair. I could hear the others laughing outside the stall. At last she stood and washed her feet with the shower-hose. She stepped out I began to get up. "Not so fast, sissy!" the nurse pushed me back down. "Anyone else?" Two more women laughed and kicked off their shoes. I watched in both horror and anticipation as they pulled down their panty-hose. One of them was a true redhead, and the other was shaved down there. I wanted to eat them both. I was powerless to resist, even had I wanted to. I laid still as they took turns and squatted over me. I managed to sneak looks up at each of their gaping pussies, then quickly closed my eyes as their streams of piss squirted out on my face. Some of it got in my nostrils, forcing me to open my mouth to breathe. This left me sputtering and gagging. Eventually I even vomited on myself, to the amusement of my all-girl audience. Finally it was over. The nurse took the spray nozzle and hosed me down while I turned and this way and that. As if I hadn't been humiliated enough, she made me bend over and spread my bottom open in full view of everyone. Afterward she handed me a towel, but then took it away again as soon as I had dried myself off. Naked and shivering, I was led back to the exam room. This time the door was left open for the benefit of my adoring fans. The nurse patted the exam table and motioned me toward it. "Time for your exam, sissy" I sat on one end of the examination table and she pushed me backward until I was lying flat on the paper table cover. More helping hands hoisted my legs and brought my knees up near my chest. There was a ratcheting noise. Metal stirrups appeared from under the table. "Here you go, Missy," said the Nurse, placing my feet in the stirrups. Then she grabbed my hips and pulled. "Now scoot down here to the end of the table." My bottom was now hanging slightly over the end of the table and my legs were spread high and wide by the stirrups. I knew this was a position used for a woman's pelvic exam, and could only imagine what these women had planned for me. Imagination is a dangerous thing; I felt my cock hardening again. "Ooo ... look!" One of the nurses exclaimed, "I think our little sissy is enjoying this!" Another woman crouched down between my knees. I felt her warm breath wash across my flesh, and my cock to twitched convulsively. Her fingers pressed lightly against the inside of my thighs as if to spread them further. My nurse opened a cupboard. I heard her unscrew a jar lid and moments later she spread my buttocks even further apart. Her cool greasy finger touched against my anus ... I moaned softly and realized that I actually wanted it ... Oh god, what was happening to me? She plunged her finger inside and my mouth fell open as if it were connected. Walk-In Clinic Ch. 02 It was dark when I finally exited the walk-in clinic. My first shock was the blast of night air that swept up under the short nurse's shift and chilled my thighs. How women managed to tolerate wearing skirts and dresses in winter was a mystery to me. The sheer white panty-hose felt utterly foreign against my skin and provided little insulation compared to the slacks I'd arrived in, barely over an hour ago. To be sure, the panties I'd worn underneath had been mine, but that was the extent of my little flirtation with femininity ... at least up until now. Those blue panties had been my downfall. Once "Nurse" walked into the exam room and spotted them lying on the floor next to my feet, everything had changed. I'd been "outed" and there was no going back. I realized now that it was wasn't just dumb luck that she'd walked back into the exam room a few minutes later and caught me masturbating; she'd intentionally brought me to that state of arousal during the initial exam and then left the room knowing that nature would take its course. The shocked look on her face I now realized was an act, as was her threat to call the police. So if I didn't believe she would call the police, why had I allowed myself to be humiliated and debased in front of all those women? And why was I walking across this parking lot dressed like a woman, right down to tampon that Nurse had shoved into my sore bottom. I had no answer for this, but I suspected it was the same reason I would show up here again tonight, as instructed, precisely at nine, dressed in even more flagrantly feminine attire. I really had no choice. It seemed I was already a changed person ... and the night was still young. Walking was awkward, thanks to the tampon and the fact she had taped and gaffed my penis back between my legs and tied it to the tampon string. Still it was nothing compared to the pain I'd experienced while on the examination table, my legs spread wide and strapped down while Nurse forced first a speculum and then her entire hand up inside me. Her audience of gleeful female coworkers had made my humiliation complete. I slid painfully into my car and pulled out the slip of paper that "Nurse" had given to me. (That was how she'd signed it, and since I still didn't know her real name, "Nurse" would have to do.) The instructions were quite explicit; I was to arrive at a small boutique shop located several miles from the clinic at exactly 8:00, and ring the bell. At that time of night there was a good chance that people outside the shop might see me dressed like this, and the thought was not comforting. A glance at the car clock told me that I'd have plenty of time to go home first and change into male clothes before going to the shop. Nurse had not specifically forbidden this, and I assumed it wouldn't make any difference to the store's proprietor. Ten minutes later I was parked in the stall beneath my apartment building, contemplating how I would get upstairs without being seen. It was dinnertime, so most of my neighbors wouldn't be out and about. I got out, quietly closed the car door, and padded up the inside stairs, thankful that I'd been allowed to keep wearing my tennis shoes. Unfortunately, my apartment was toward the end of the hallway, and there were four other doors I had to go past to get there. I could hear televisions playing through the closed doors, and the smell of cooking told me my assumption about dinnertime had been correct. I reached my door and was just slipping my key into the lock when the door to the apartment next to mine opened and my neighbor Kayla stepped out. I stared at her in shock; there was no place to hide. "Bret?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Is that you?" "Uh, yeah," I mumbled, still struggling with the key. Kayla was single, recently divorced, and the last person I wanted to see at this moment. We'd never dated, but then I'd never really gotten the courage to ask her out either. Frankly, between her stunning good looks and air of quiet confidence, I always felt a little inadequate in her presence. She always dressed in a way that seemed slightly mannish, but somehow always sexy. Tonight that included a pair of skin-tight Levis and a tailored white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to three-quarter length. Enough buttons were left undone to give me a teasing glimpse of her perfect breasts, which jutted out nicely without the aid of a bra. I tried the lock again, but then dropped my keys. "Oh... damn." Kayla's shocked look quickly changed to one of amusement as she swept in and scooped up the keys. "Here, let me help." As she bent down I got an even better view of her cleavage. I could almost swear I saw a nipple... just before she glanced up and caught me looking. She smiled seductively and handed me the keys, then shocked me by patting my bottom with her other hand. "Mmm... Very nice. This is a new look on you, Bret." "It's uh, just uh...a joke." It was a lame excuse, and I knew she wouldn't buy it. I finally got the door unlocked and rushed inside. I turned to close it but was surprised to see that she'd followed me inside and now stood blocking the doorway. "Really? A joke?" she asked in a mocking voice. "You must tell me all about it." She pushed the door closed and twisted the deadbolt. Her smile had taken on an edge, as if she realized she had the upper hand and was now looking forward to using it. Having no other choice, I broke down and told her about my visit to the walk-in clinic, beginning with the nurse's discovery that I was wearing panties, and ending with my list of instructions for tonight's return visit. I left out a few parts, including the gaff and the tampon, which was just too embarrassing. Even now I could feel it tugging at my penis, which--with a mind of its own--was trying to assert itself. Kayla softened when she saw my eyes watering up. She began stroking my shoulders, but this just made me even more emotional. By the time I finished telling the story I could no longer hold back the tears. "I'm sorry, Kayla," I blubbered. "I really should get moving now so I won't be late." "Not so fast." Kayla tightened her grip on my shoulder and her voice took on a hard edge. "Let me see those panties first." "What?" "You heard me. Show me your cute little ass in those panties. Now!" It was clear that Kayla wasn't going to leave until she got what she wanted. Reluctantly, I turned and lifted up the back of the shift, exposing my bottom to her. "Hmm... Let's get these panty-hose out of the way." I stood there with my back turned toward her and held the shift up. She reached out and dug her fingers under the waistband of the panty-hose and pulled them down to my knees. Then her was running over the back of my blue panties. "Hah! I thought so. Those are my panties, aren't they? You stole them." Oh no. My worst fear had suddenly been realized. I hadn't really known it until now, and now it was too late to do anything. "I don't know, Kayla," I replied in a meek voice, keeping my back turned toward her. "I found them in the laundry room." "Found them, hell. You stole them. And here I thought the dryer had eaten them." I had no defense. She had caught me red-handed. I should have guessed the panties were hers; they were the sexiest panties I'd ever seen, and she was the sexiest looking woman in the building. She stood there glaring at me, and in the intervening silence I heard someone knock on a door. I nearly jumped out of my skin, then realized that it wasn't my door. "Just a minute," Kayla said, "I'm expecting someone. Let me check and see if that's her." As she unlocked my door she turned and fixed me with a stern gaze. "You stay right there, pervert. Don't you dare move a muscle." She opened the door and stepped outside. I heard her greet someone, and then a female voice replied. I stood frozen in-place with the door partially open, holding the nurse's shift up around my waist and my bare bottom facing the door. With my luck, Kayla would decide to invite the visitor into my apartment. Seconds later the door swooshed open and I heard the other female gasp in surprise. "Oh my god, you weren't kidding, Kayla!" "Yes, isn't she just adorable?" Kayla patted my exposed bottom. "Turn around Bret, and show my friend Brittany what cute little sissy you are." Oh no. I dropped the shift allowing it to cover my front. With my penis still taped and tied back to the end of the tampon string I looked like a girl down there. I had hoped to keep this part hidden but this wasn't to be. As I slowly turned around to face them, Kayla barked another command. "Lift your dress back up so we can get a good look at you." I hesitated a moment too long. Kayla stepped toward me, a no-nonsense look written on her pretty face. "Oh, just strip the damned thing off," she barked. "Here, I'll do it." She reached out and began unbuttoning the shift. I stood there helplessly while she stripped me, but still managed to steal a quick look at Kayla's friend. She was smaller than Kayla, but perfectly proportioned from what I could see. Her brown hair was pulled back in a long ponytail and she wore a simple cotton peasant dress, giving her a decidedly more feminine look than the more athletic Kayla, with her pants, shirt, and blonde hair cut short. It suddenly occurred to me that these two might be lovers. "See something you like, honey?" Kayla asked, noticing my stare as she pulled the shift up over my head and tossed it aside. "Well forget it--she's spoken for." She stepped over and gave the other woman a very aggressive, open-mouthed kiss, as if intentionally confirming my suspicions. I was now naked from the waist up, with the panty-hose around my knees and my panties fully exposed, front and rear. I didn't have to wait long for the inevitable reaction. "Oh, look!" Kayla's friend exclaimed, pointing to the front of the blue satin panties, pressed tightly against my groin. "It's a she!" Kayla --perhaps suspecting that Nurse and her friends had gaffed me--was more amused than surprised. "Not quite, Brittany. Pull your pretty panties down, sissy. Let's see what your new friends have done to you." I was so humiliated at this point there seemed to be no point in offering any more resistance. Besides, Kayla's commands had an edge to them that suggested things might get worse if I didn't comply. I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of the panties and slid them down just enough to expose my little faux vagina. "Hmm, interesting" Kayla stepped around behind me and placed her hand against the small of my back. "Bend over and show us the rest." I bent over at the waist, and was surprised to discover that the pain of my now-swollen and overstretched penis suddenly eased. Then I felt Kayla's fingers tapping on the insides of my thighs. "Spread 'em, sissy." "Huh?" SMACK!! She whacked my buttock with the palm of her hand--hard. "Spread your damned legs and hold those butt-cheeks open. We want to see what you're hiding down there." "Ow!" I planted my feet as wide apart as I could, then reached behind and pulled my buttocks open. As if my humiliation was not complete enough, the peals of laughter that rang out when the two women saw my makeshift gaff made it even worse. "Gosh," Brittany exclaimed, "Is that what I think it is?" "Sure looks like one." Kayla's warm breath wafted across my bare bottom, which was still red and smarting from where she'd smacked me. I felt her tug at the tampon string. "Poor dear. She must be having her period." This was too much. I couldn't stand it anymore. "Why do you keep calling me 'she?' My name is Bret. I'm a man! Why are you treating me like--" SMACK!! This slap was harder than the last, and landed on the opposite buttock. "Shut up, sissy," Kayla snapped. "You can't be Bret. Bret's a man's name. You must be his sister or something." "I know," Brittany exclaimed. "Let's call her Brenda. Her name is Brenda Sissy." "I think sissy will do for now," Kayla replied, her hand now stroking my inflamed bottom possessively. I knew better than to complain now that Kayla had show a willingness to use her surprisingly strong hand on my backside. Hopefully--seeing that I'd been totally subjugated and was offering no more resistance--they would get bored and leave. I still needed to change into some street clothes and get to that boutique by 8:00. My hopes were dashed in the next moment by Kayla. "Brenda has an appointment tonight." Kayla quickly told her about my earlier sojourn to the walk-in clinic, and described my commitments for later that evening. "Oh, that sounds delightful. Maybe we can help her get ready?" "I don't see why not," Kayla replied. "But first she needs a little corrective discipline for a mistake she made earlier." "Mistake?" I asked in a small voice. I had remained bent over, my hands holding my sore buttocks, during this entire exchange. Needless to say, it was uncomfortable, but after Kayla's earlier outburst I dared not move or defy her again. "Yes," Kayla replied. "The little pervert stole some of my underwear from the laundry room." "I thought I recognized those blue panties," said Brittany, confirming my earlier guess that they were intimate--at least enough so that she knew Kayla's panties when she saw them. "What are you going to do to him, uh, her?" "Restitution, of course, but first a mild spanking seems in order. I'm sure Brenda will feel much better about this whole thing once she's accepted a little punishment. Am I right, sissy?" A pat on my bottom suggested I had no choice but to agree. "Yes, ma'am." "Cool! Can I help?" Brittany asked. "Of course. In fact I insist. Stand up now, sissy, and kick off those tennis shoes but leave your panties and panty-hose as they are." Kayla strode over to my sofa and sat down in the middle of it. I saw her remove her sandals and place one of them on the arm of the sofa beside her. "Now come over here and lay across my lap. Face down." Uh, oh. This "punishment" was starting to look more serious I had expected. I made a last-ditch effort to talk my way out of it. "I'm sorry, Kayla. Please forgive me. I'll pay for the panties." "Yes, you will, but right now I'm going to give you something you'll remember for a long time." She pointed toward the end of the sofa. "Brittany, sit on the end here so Brenda can rest her face in your lap. Hold her down if she starts to squirm too much." When I'd selected that sofa I had no idea I would regret not buying the shorter version. This added new meaning to the term "buyer's remorse." Kayla hooked her finger at me and I minced my way over to the sofa, hobbled by the panty-hose around my knees. Moments later I found myself sprawled face-down with my crotch centered over Kayla's thighs and my face buried in Brittany's lap. A warm, musky scent told me that Brittany was already aroused. The painful pull of the tampon string against my taped and restrained penis left no doubt that I was also getting aroused. "Lift your hips a smidge, sissy." I did so, and Kayla pulled my panties down more until they were wrapped around my bare thighs. Oddly this made me feel even more exposed than if I'd been wearing nothing at all. Her hands roamed freely over my bare bottom, as if scouting the territory they would shortly conquer. Then there was a pause, during which I imagined she grabbed the sandal. Even though I expected it, the first blow was still a shock. WHACK! "Oww!" I cried out. The sandal was much more painful than her hand had been. "Hush, sissy. Now that one doesn't count. We'll have to start over." WHACK! WHACK! I bit my lip and tried to remain silent. My horizontal position, combined with the sandal, obviously gave Kayla better leverage; her blows were delivered with much more force than before. WHACK! WHACK! I whimpered and squirmed with each blow. In response, Brittany pushed my head down tighter into her lap. The musky smell became stronger; she was definitely secreting juices down there. This made my penis swell and strain even more, but the tape and string held it fast. That pain was eclipsed by the punishment my bottom was receiving. Kayla had barely started and my buttocks already felt like they were on fire. My eyes began to tear up from the pain and the strain of not being able to cry out. Brittany felt the first of my tears through her thin cotton dress. "Wait," she said. "Sissy is getting tear-stains on my dress." She lifted my head and pulled the bottom edge of her dress free. My mouth and nose were now pressed directly against her panties. They were white, very thin, and already soaked with her juices. Obviously, a few tears wouldn't matter now. The hot, shadowy crevice grew even darker as her dress fluttered down to cover the back of my head. WHACK! WHACK! My tears flowed freely now, mixing with Brittany's female juices around my nose. My involuntary flinches only served to increase her excitement. She spread her thighs open and pushed my head down harder until my face was literally buried in the soft, wet heat of her panty-clad vagina. It soon became apparent that she was trying to use my nose like a dildo. Each breath was a struggle, and all the while Kayla's blows continued to fall. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I felt Brittany stiffen, and I drew a large breath knowing what was next. Sure enough, she pressed my face into her crotch with renewed strength as a sudden gush of moisture signaled her impending orgasm. She shuddered, holding me there, and though my ears were pressed against her soft inner thighs I could still hear her ecstatic moans. Kayla must have noticed what was happening. Knowing my increased struggles would only heighten Brittany's climax, she increased the frequency of her blows on my poor, abused bottom. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I struggled mightily, as expected, but the two women held me tight against them as Brittany rode out her orgasm in successive waves. At last she began to relax her hold, and not a moment too soon. I gasped and sucked in a hot, sex-scented breath of air, not caring that it was sprinkled with Brittany's juices flowing freely down my nostrils and into my mouth. Kayla's blows subsided at last, completing my sense of relief. Only one source of tension remianed, and there wasn't much I could do about that. As if reading my thoughts, I felt Kayla's fingers dive into the crevice between my inflamed buttocks and pull at the string. "Hmm.... This looks like a slip-knot," she said. Seconds later I felt the string give way. My throbbing penis sprang forward against her thigh. "Oh my, what have we here? Roll over, sissy. Show us your little clittie." With Brittany and Kayla helping, I spun on their laps so that I was facing up. I winced in pain as my reddened bottom rubbed against Kayla's pants, eliciting a sympathetic look from Kayla. I must have been a sight, with my long hair matted down, eyes red from crying, and Brittany's love juices all over my face. "There, there, sissy," Kayla soothed. "You did fine. The punishment is over." She tugged at my panties. "Let's get these off of you." With Brittany's help I was quickly stripped of the panty-hose and then the panties, leaving me completely naked in the laps of two beautiful women as if I were a child ready to be diapered. It was extremely embarrassing, but little did I know that my humiliation at their hands had only begun. "Hold your knees up, sissy." As I did so, Kayla gently pushed my thighs apart and then reached down and gave the tampon string a tug. "Ow. It hurts." "Sorry but this has to come out, if we're going to get you ready. Brittany, will you please distract her for me?" My head was still in Brittany's lap. She looked down at me and smiled. "Open your mouth, sissy." Then, to my complete surprise, she pulled the elasticized top of her dress down over her shoulder, exposing a perfect, peach-sized breast. The nipple was pink and swollen and begging to be sucked. She leaned forward and placed it between my eager lips. I eagerly began to suckle on it. Now I really did feel like a baby; naked, with Brittany's beautiful breast in my mouth and Kayla's busy fingers probing between my wide open buttocks. Walk-In Clinic Ch. 02 "Mmm... I think she likes it," Brittany purred, her tone making it obvious that she enjoyed it as much as I did. She gently stroked my hair, and I nearly forgot about the tampon. A sharp pull ensued andit popped free without much pain; the distraction had worked perfectly. I continued to suck on Brittany's breast while Kayla removed the surgical tape from my penis. Unfettered now, it rose to its full size, which apparently was not enough to impress the women. "Oh, look," Kayla said, her voice gently mocking, "Sissy's little clittie is all nice and hard for us. Not much to look at, is it?" "No," Brittany laughed. "It's a good thing she's a girl. That would not make a very impressive cock." Kayla had been gently stroking it during this exchange. The sensation of her expert fingers combined with the taste and feel of Brittany's breast in my mouth--not to mention her fingers stroking through my hair--was almost too much. I knew an orgasm would soon follow. Kayla must have decided that one more stimulus was called for. She reached down with her other hand and slipped a finger into my freshly opened hole. "Come on, sissy, cum for mommy." She wriggled her finger in deeper and found my prostate gland. The results were predictable and almost immediate. "Ohhh... Ohh... Oh, god!" I gasped as cum began shooting from my penis in great surges. I couldn't see this of course, with my head buried against Brittany's breasts, but I could feel the first gob land on my chest, followed by another on my stomach, and a third, which barely made it past my pubic hair. Kayla continued stroking me as the last of it dribbled out onto my groin. "Oh my," Kayla exclaimed. "It appears our little sissy has messed herself. Now we'll have to get her cleaned up before we can begin preparing her for her big night." Prepare me? What on earth had I gotten myself into? But laying there naked, with Brittany's breast still in my eager mouth, and Kayla's finger in my bottom and her hand stroking my much-relieved penis, I was in no position to argue. (...to be continued...) Walk-In Clinic "Ohhh ... Unnhh!" I held my breath. "Oh my," exclaimed one of the other nurses, "Still a bit tight?" "Afraid so," my nurse replied. She pulled her finger out, and I breathed again. I heard her open a drawer ... She held up a shiny stainless-steel instrument so that I could see it. I guessed it was some sort of a speculum -- something commonly used for vaginal exams. Did they make them for anal exams too? It seemed too large. I couldn't imagine accommodating it, despite my earlier ass-stretching. I complained. Big mistake. "Shut up you little sissy!" SLAP! SLAP! Her open handed blows landed painfully on my exposed ass cheeks. SLAP! SLAP! I writhed in pain and tried to escape but someone wrapped my feet into the stirrups with tape – I was helpless. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Finally she stopped. Tears flowed down my face and my ass felt like it was on fire, but my ordeal had only begun. Nurse forced the cold tip of the speculum against my swollen sphincter ... and pressed inward. "Aaagh!" I cried out. "Ohhh – Ow! ... G-god ...Unnhhh!" She ignored my cries and continued to push until the monstrous instrument was fully buried in my ass. "Ohhhh..." She leaned over me as I lay gasping and whimpering, smiled, stroked my damp cheek, and then began adjusting the device. The jaws in my ass began to open ... I thought I would pass out but just when the pain became unbearable, she stopped. "That's not so bad is it?" She whispered, her lips mere inches from my face. Her warm breath caressed my neck and at that moment -- despite everything else -- I felt loved. "Uh, uh. . ." I sniffed "Good!" She cranked the device closed again. "Then you're ready for the manual exam." She slid the speculum out of my bruised hole, but before I could draw another breath she replaced it with her finger. I grunted again as she twisted it around to reach my prostate. "Ah, yes. Nice and loose now," she murmured, then quickly shoved a second finger inside of me. I wasn't prepared for this. Before I could protest another two fingers went in, and a moment later the tip of her thumb pressed insistently against my sphincter. Oh my god, she's going to put her hand in there! "Ahhhhh ... nooo, please," I gasped. My cries went unheeded again, and my struggles were in vain. My feet were firmly fastened in the stirrups, and the other women stepped forward and held my body in place. Within moments the nurse had her entire fist inside of my ass. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, someone grasped my cock and began stroking it. My screams turned to moans as my body was wracked with succeeding waves of pain and pleasure. "Ohhhh ... g-gawd! Unnnhh ..." The nurse and her helper took their time, toying with me as my body went through waves of agony and ecstasy. It seemed like I was on the brink of climaxing forever, when finally they allowed me to go over edge. "Okay, baby," the Nurse coached, her hand teasing deep inside me while another nurse stroked my cock. "You may come now. Show us how your little clittie can squirt." God yes. I closed my eyes and with a final agonized scream climaxed. I was vaguely aware of hot torrents of cum landing on my bare stomach and chest. My sphincter tightened around nurse's fist in rapid spasms as the hand on my cock milked out the last pulsing spurts of cum. I heard laughter in the background but it didn't seem to matter anymore. Finally the nurse slid her hand out of my ass. I cried in relief, but then immediately felt empty down there, as if I'd lost something. A cool draft wafted into the my gaping hole, making me feel even more strange, and empty. "There! All done!" The nurse stepped back from the table and smiled down at me. She ran a gloved finger through the pool of cum on my stomach. "Aren't you a sight!" Someone cut the tape from my feet and lifted them from the stirrups. The assistant who had masturbated me got a damp towel and mopped the cum from me. "Roll over on your side and face the wall," the nurse ordered brusquely. "Ice!" she commanded. One of the other women held out a bowl and I heard the sounds of ice cubes rattling around in it. A moment later she shoved a cube into my rectum, followed by another, then several more. The coolness actually felt good on my flaming skin. "That's enough!" The nurse removed her glove with a loud snap. "Get up!" I stood up painfully. I was weak and shaking at the knees. Enema residue and melting ice dribbled out of my newly widened hole and rolled down the inside of my thighs. Seeing this, the nurse ordered me to bend over. Once again my ass was facing the audience in the doorway, but I didn't care anymore. She reached into a cupboard and I heard paper tearing ... the other women began giggling. "We can't have you soiling yourself on the way home," she said, then rammed a tampon tube into my asshole. "Ow!" "Quiet, baby." The nurse gripped the outer tube and pushed, injecting the cotton pad into me. Then she deftly pulled the empty injector-tube out and tossed it in the trashcan with a flourish. This elicited more applause from my audience. SLAP! The sharp whack on my bottom was my clue she was finished with me. I stood up. The tampon felt strange inside of me and string hanging down tickled the inside of my thighs. "All secure there now, Missy?" The nurse asked. Before I could answer, she reached between my legs and gave the tampon string a small tug. Next I was made to stand perfectly still while several of the nurses took complete measurements of me – for what I could not imagine. They used this as an excuse to run their hands over every part of my body. I felt a playful tug on my tampon string but my protest only earned me another spanking on my already inflamed buttocks. It felt like the tampon was swelling up with water from the melting ice, and I was getting cramps again. The nurse ignored my moans as she stood by and wrote down all the measurements. Finally she wrote out some instructions on her clipboard and handed me a slip of paper. "Your next appointment is tonight at 9pm." "But the clinic is closing. . ." I began. "Shut up!" She slapped my face, hard. "Some of us will be here -- especially for your appointment. That paper lists what you will wear here, and the sizes you'll need. Any deviation from this will be considered a breach of our 'agreement.' Do you understand?" I stared at the list. It was all women's lingerie: thong panties, lace brassiere, camisole, garter belt and nylon stockings. The colors, and even the store where I was to purchase it, were specified. She seemed to take pleasure in my shocked look. "Don't look so surprised, sissy girl. You know this is the real you." She waited, knowing I couldn't deny it. In fact I wanted it. Seeing the answer in written in my face, she smiled triumphantly. "So. Are we clear now, Missy? Nine PM sharp." "Yes ma'am," I answered quietly. "Good. Now get dressed and get out of here. You've got some shopping to do." She threw my clothes at me. As I bent over to pick up my panties she moved up behind me and gave the tampon string another sharp tug. It was now quite large, swollen with water and firmly embedded in my freshly violated ass. "And leave this in." She gave the string another tug. "We don't want you soiling your new undies." I heard someone whisper ... "Good idea," the nurse said, then to me: "Come here sissy. Spread your legs and stand still." She grabbed my deflated cock, wrapped sticky surgical tape around it, and she pulled it back between my legs. My testicles were shoved up inside of me and my cock was stuffed up between my ass cheeks. Her fingers deftly worked between my legs as she tied the tape and the tampon string together. "Stand up, Missy!" She gave me another hard slap on the bottom. I stood up, my genitals now painfully gaffed back between my legs and secured to the string from the swollen tampon. It almost looked like I was female down there. Then I was forced to turn and model my "new look" for the other women. They laughed and applauded. "Put her panties on and she'll look just positively feminine!" one of them suggested. The nurse held out the panties and had me step into them. As she pulled them up around my hips she adjusted my genitals some more. The result was a smooth curve showing against the front crotch panel of the panties. I stood there in shock, looking down at myself. In the short space of an hour I'd been humiliated, ravaged and "sissified," and it appeared they weren't yet done with me. I could hardly wait until tonight. I turned to retrieve the rest of my clothes. They were gone. The nurse took a bundle from one of her assistants, smiled, and shook it open. She held it out in front of me. "Yes, I think this should fit a big girl like you." It was a one-piece shift, with short sleeves. It would only cover me to just above the knees. Another assistant held out a pair of white panty-hose. I hesitated, but after a stern look the nurse I accepted them and began pulling them on. After some careful struggling I managed to get them up my legs and around my sore ass. Next I stepped into the dress and pulled it up around my slender frame. "Don't forget honey," the nurse reminded me as I finished buttoning it, "Nine PM sharp!" She gave me one last hard slap on my bottom, and left with the other women. Their laughter echoed down the hallway as I bent to put on my white tennis shoes, which fortunately didn't clash with my new "uniform." I looked out the window into the evening twilight and pondered the chances of getting get to my car without unseen. I wobbled toward the door, my hips swaying involuntarily as my sore bottom attempted to adjust to the tampon. It was only the first of many adjustments I would soon have to make. ###