"Ok." he said as I heard multiple clicks, signaling the camera was triggered. However, I did not object at the time.
"For the next photo you can sit down on the couch again. It's best to be at the very front on the edge and spread your legs as wide as you can. You know, young women in particular often use their inner thighs to self-harm, so we need to document that area more closely.", he instructed me further.
"When the doctor did it, that wasn't one of the photos he took." I tried to retort.
"Yes, that's exactly why we have to do it now. So, if you would hurry up a little." he sounded annoyed.
I then proceeded to actually do what he told me to. I sat down on the table, slid my butt all the way forward and spread my legs as best I could. As a sprinter, I was quite flexible. The result wasn't a split because my knees were still bent, but in my private area, where he would take the picture, the result was almost the same.
I was in position when he stepped in front of me and dropped to his knees. I couldn't stand the shame of looking and turned my face sideways to face the wall. He got his head and phone so close to my vagina that I could feel his cold breath between my legs. Nevertheless, I remained in the position. Shortly thereafter, I heard the multiple shutter releases of his camera.
"That's done then, here's your gown" he said. He put his phone back in his pocket and then hurriedly left the room, leaving the door open again.
While I was still getting up to get the patient's gown, which the nurse left lying on the plastic chair, the doctor came back. He noticed that I was still naked even though the gown was in the room now and he probably thought I'd have had enough time to put it on.
"I see you have decided to stay naked. I mean you really don't have anything to be ashamed of." He commented.
"No, I-" Neha was about to answer.
"I brought our new trainee with me here. I would like to show him how an initial examination is done." The doctor interrupted her and the young trainee entered while Neha was standing in the room naked.
His eyes were instantly drawn straight on my exposed body and you could tell he was a little shy, but he kept his gaze on me. Again, I knew him, but I never really spoke to him. Now he seems to have just started his training at the psych ward.
Why is this doctor just letting anyone walk in here while I'm naked? I got annoyed.
"I don't think that's a good idea and I don't want him involved." I replied feeling like my words left no room for interpretation. Speaking my mind felt good, and I hoped that was it for now.
"Neha, such an opportunity doesn't come along too often and it is important for his education. Let's at least begin, him helping out would make it easier for me, too. So, if you could sit down on the examination table again, please.", he replied.
I didn't expect him to just straight up reject me like that and didn't know how to react. Then, quite automatically, I sat down again. I didn't have the confidence to contradict him.
"Good. Nice of you that you cooperate with us, Neha. First of all, can you please say "Ah" and open your mouth wide?" the doctor ordered me.
Like that the investigation commenced. I sat naked on the table and the trainee watched as the doctor examined me. Again, and again the doctor spoke to him and recommended that if he looked from here or there he could get a better angle to see what he was doing exactly.
I was supposed to look up, stick my tongue out and say "Ah" as they looked down at me from above. They weighed me, I should touch my toes while keeping my feet straight and hop a few times, while they observed. Then I was supposed to lie down on the table and apply force with my foot against his hand he was holding me with.
Meanwhile, the trainee stood at the end of the far end of the table and looked at the area between my legs. Nevertheless, I continued with the investigation, it couldn't get any worse. And it went on with the stupidest things, e.g. he demonstrated the knee reflex trick on me and asked me to stretch my arms out to the side and wave them up and down as fast as I could.
It went on like this until the doctor said to the trainee, "We're almost done now. We just have to take her temperature and I think you can do that. Else it is getting a little boring, no?"
"If you would please turn onto your stomach, back to us, Neha." The doctor ordered me.
I turned onto my stomach and the trainee came to the side of the doctor who was explaining, "We have to insert the fever thermometer into the anus. To do this, you hold the thermometer in one hand and with the other you grab one buttock and pull it to the side until a slight opening forms in her anus. Then you insert the thermometer in one motion."
I couldn't believe my ears, but as if to give more credence to his words, the doctor demonstrated it directly. He grabbed my left buttock and pulled it uncomfortably far to the side.
"As you can see, it's not so easy to achieve an opening of her anus, but if you pull enough, it will be alright. You probably know what a vagina is, although a much wider opening is being created there - you can even see her inner vagina, which is much pinker than her outer labia - the vagina is not suitable for measuring the body temperature." The doctor explained, as if I wasn't even there.
"Then you can give it a try now," the doctor recommended as the trainee just nodded.
The doctor stepped aside and made room for the trainee. The trainee then leaned over my butt and looked down at it from directly above. Then, as the doctor told him earlier, he took one hand, grabbing my butt cheek and spread it apart. He pulled slowly and I could feel my vaginal lips slowly parting. I could actually feel the opening increasing millimeter by millimeter as the cold air caused a strong sensation on the damp skin. But he had to keep pulling, as apparently my anus hasn't formed an opening yet. When it got almost painful, he stopped and a moment later I winced suddenly having shoved the thermometer in my butthole.
"Very well done, you can now let go of her buttock again, the thermometer stays in her anus now," the doctor praised him, "I even have everything on video with my HD camera, you even might be able to use that in your presentation at the nursing school someday," the doctor joked, apparently.
I turned my head back and sure enough he was standing at the other end of the examination table with his phone lined up between my legs. My heart felt like it stopped for a moment and tears rolled down my eyes, but I tried to hide the fact that I was crying, burying my face in the table.
"The measuring process will take about 5 minutes and then we will be done here. Meanwhile we have to take care of something else and I'll be right back," the doctor told me.
Then the both of them left the room leaving the door open again. But I almost didn't care now, if someone looked in, they would see the thermometer stuck in my ass and stick out of it, whatever. I just tried to block out everything around me and kept burying my face in the table.
It must have been the extreme stress of the situation, but I fell asleep in no time. Still with the thermometer in my butt.
When I woke up, I was still laying on the couch in the doctor's office, but I had no idea how much time had passed. I feared what they could have done to me while I was sleeping after everything that happened. Of course, I was still naked, but the thermometer was no longer in my bottom.
As I moved, I heard the doctor's voice, "She's asleep, but the examination and the interview are already over. We should take her to her room."
This news sounded like pure bliss to me and I wanted to signal that I woke up, "I'm awake again. I think I can go myself."
"Ah, Neha, nice. You dozed off for a moment, so I called Bernd here to carry you to your room. But apparently that's not needed anymore" the doctor replied.
I looked at the man next to him. I had never seen him, but he was of the same type as the other fat nurse who took pictures of me for the second time.
"Here is your patient's gown, you can use it for now. Unfortunately, you're not allowed to have your clothes at the moment. But if you really hate the shirt that much, you don't have to wear it," the doctor joked again.
The shirt was lying on the chair and Bernd, the nurse, was standing right next to it. But I didn't care about that then. I got up and headed straight towards the shirt and Bernd and picked it up. It was basically just a flimsy paper robe. I pulled it over my head and stretched my arms up so it could slide down my body. When I wore it, it was so short that it barely covered my butt and it was dangerously short in the front, too. In addition, it hardly helped to hide my nipples, they were easily visible and noticeable through the thin fabric.
"You may go now Neha, thanks again for your cooperation," the doctor saw me off.
I then quickly left the doctor's office and made my way to my room. I kept walking past people, but I was so embarrassed that my eyes were fixed on the floor and my only goal was to reach my room. Slowly, my fast walk turned into a slow jog and then a run, like that I reached my room fairly quickly and entered, closing the door behind me.
It all seemed like a nightmare and I was suddenly exhausted again. I lay down on my bed the way I was, covered myself with a blanket and fell asleep.
An uncertain time later, I woke up. Bernd, as the doctor called him, stood next to me waking me up.