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10 Sep 2009

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Born Again

By Trice-Cummings
This is a story told to me by a friend to send to you. It tells of how
things aren’t always what they seem to be and how nothing is as easy as
you thought it would be. The woman and the affliction is real and she
wanted to share so others who may have a deformity shouldn’t feel alone.

When I was born I had a slight deformity, The skin over my clitoris was
over grown and it looked as if I had a two inch little penis. The
doctors at that time didn’t have the technology they do today so it was
left alone. As I grew, my parents took me to doctors that said it would
be better if they waited for me to mature before attempting to fix it.
Needless to say I didn’t date and was quite insecure. When I was twenty,
I thought about having myself fixed but I would make appointments then
cancel them, due to the embarrassment that I was sure to feel.

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Finally, when I was twenty four I felt like my biological clock was
running out and wanted to have more of a meaningful relationship rather
than just going out with my fellow employees and staving off the men
that would sure want to see my body. So I found a woman doctor in the
phone book and made the appointment and kept it.

I sat nervously in the waiting room as I hadn’t seen a doctor since I
was little. I had no idea what to expect. I was called back by a nurse
that gave me a gown and told me to take off all my clothes. I knew that
I blushed as I disrobed into the cotton gown. The nurse then took my
blood pressure and stuff and I started to relax some.

When the doctor came in I was surprised at how young she looked. She sat
on a stool and asked me numerous questions. She seemed concerned that I
hadn’t had a physical since I was little. She started to look me over by
listening to my heart and lungs and such. I was scared as she made me
lay down and she felt my stomach and then told me she was going to do a
breast exam.

“Do you do monthly exams on your own?” I blushed as I shook my head.

“Well I will have my nurse go over with you how to perform them on your
own.” She said as she massaged my breasts. When she was done she lifted
my gown back over me and I started to sit up.

“Let me get my nurse for the rest of the exam.” She said and she walked
out the door. The fear rose in me as I laid there with my legs hanging
over the bottom of the table. I felt like I wanted to dress and run out
of there. But I took a few deep breaths and stared at the ceiling. I
jumped a bit as the door opened and they walked in.

“Mrs. Peterson, we’re going to get you ready now for the pelvic exam …
I will explain everything I will be doing … I want you to just try and
relax.”

The nurse pulled out the stirrups from the end of the table and she
helped my feet into them. My face turned red as the nurse made me scoot
down on the table so that my bottom was at the edge. She then took my
together knees and parted them.

“Just relax your knees all the way out Hon.”

My breathing quickened as my knees were separated and I was now fully
exposed down below. I didn’t remember being in this position as a child
when the doctors had looked at me before. The nurse pulled up the gown
so that it now laid right at my navel and I could feel the cool air on
my privates. The doctor came up between my legs with gloves on and sat
down.

“I’m just going to be touching and looking at your outer genitals.”

I knew that she could see the deformity between my legs. I just took
deep breaths and tried to relax as she started to touch it.

“Do you have any sensation here?”

“Well I can feel you touching it.” I said in almost a whisper. She then
rubbed on the spot were my clit should be. I made a little moan as I
felt it.

“You can feel that?”

“Yes…” I said. She touched me there for a long time. I could feel the
pressure of her touch but it was dull with the over grown skin around it.

“I’m going to try and pull the skin back a bit let me know if there’s
any pain.”

She started to pull the skin back and there was no pain and I knew that
there was no way for her to pull it back far enough to see my little
clitoris…I had tried to do it myself. She worked the skin for some
time then went on. She asked me a few questions about my bladder and my
urinary function and I didn’t understand where this was going.

“Well I seem to pee alright.”

She asked me about my stream and if it was little or big. I told her
that I had never paid any attention. I felt her fingers opening my lips
up here and there like she was searching for something. I hissed in some
air as she spread me wider.

“Sorry…I’m just having a hard time finding the urethra.” She searched
some more and I turned my head to the side and looked down at my legs
spread wide.

“Hummm…interesting….you ever have bladder infections?”

“Uumm no never…why?”

“Well it seems that the urethra…the tube that drains the bladder is at
the top of your vaginal opening rather than just below the clitoris…I
would think this could cause you to have frequent UTI’s.” She said. She
felt around some more and my eyes darted around trying to picture what
she was saying.

“Ok I’m going to do an internal exam now….I will be placing my finger
up into your vagina to feel the overies and uterus…just try and relax.”

I moaned a bit as her finger made it’s way into me. I had never had sex
but would use tampons so the feeling was different to me. She searched
my insides as she pushed on my belly. She felt to one side then the
other for a long time then pulled her finger out. I sighed a long held
breath.

“You’re doing fine Mrs. Peterson…just a little longer….I’m going to
introduce the speculum now.”

I felt something cool at my opening and she slowly pushed it deep into
me. I made a small grown as it felt extremely big up inside me. I heard
a few clicks and I felt cool air rush up inside me as my vagina
stretched open. The feeling was like I was being pulled from all sides
and it stung just a bit. I panted as she moved the thing in me from one
side to the other.

“I’m just going to take a sample of your uterus now.” I felt something
scrap around in me and then the thing got smaller and was pulled out.
Again I sighed as the humiliating procedure was over, I thought.

“I’m going to do an anal exam now…I will just be doing this with my
finger. I want you to bear down as if your going to the bathroom.”

I made a small grunt as I pushed and I felt her finger slid into my
opening. I grunted as I had never had anything go up into me like that
and it felt funny like I had to go. She felt all around and pushed her
finger in farther until her hand was up against my bottom. I wined a bit
as she turned her finger in me deep.

“It this painful?”

“No…not really….just…umm…different.” I said as she continued to
feel around more and more.

“I’m going to insert my other finger into your vagina so that I can feel
the membrane here.” She said as her other finger slid into me and she
felt around more inside. Then she pulled her fingers out and got up.

“Ok Mrs. Peterson. You can sit up now.” She said. The nurse came and
helped me as the doctor was talking and writing. She told the nurse a
few things then put down the chart.

“When you’re done can you have Mrs.. Peterson come to my office….We
will talk then.” She said to me and left the room. The nurse then handed
me a cup and asked me to give her a urine sample. Then she took some
blood out of my arm and I got dressed.

I sat waiting in the doctors office and she came in and sat down across
from me.

“There’s a few things that concern me…the first is that it seems that
the structures of your genital area are misplaced…the urethra is
one…I would have to do more test to see if your other reproductive
organs are in right order along with your rectum and colon.”

She talked to me and explained about how the structures of my body were
not right. She used a small model of the woman’s genital area to show
me. I listened as my mind went wild thinking that I was only here to get
the excess skin taken off.

“What I would like to do. is get a consult from a plastic surgeon
regarding your skin flap as well as have you see a urologist. I am very
concerned about your urinary tract. I would also like for you to have a
few tests. one would be a barium enema so that we can see if your
digestive tract is in working order. I would also like you to have a
colonoscopy. this is where they look at your colon through a long tube.
I also would like you to have a ultrasound done so we can see the
structures of the reproductive system. I know this all sounds
overwhelming but I think it’s needed, sometimes when a deformity happens
it also occurs in the surrounding organs, and I think we should make
sure that everything is in the right place so that when the time comes
for you to have surgery we can fix it at the same time. Do you have any
questions?”

I sat there silent. I was very overwhelmed with what she was saying and
I felt even more deformed than before. I opened my mouth a few times
then closed it until I could finally talk.

“Do you really think this is all necessary. I mean can’t you just take
away the excess skin?”

“Yes we could do that. but you seem to want to reproduce and we need to
make sure that the structures are in the right place for you to do that.
.I think this is the best course of action.”

She sat there looking at me waiting for a response, I sat there silent
thinking about what to do. I had been fine physically up until now and I
wasn’t sure if I wanted this to be any more than it had to be. but on
the other hand I did want to have a normal life and maybe get married
and have children.

“. Well ok I guess&” Is all that I said and the doctor started to write
frantically.

“You’re going to have to call the hospital and arrange for the test to
be done. they will give you instructions as to how to prepare for them.
.I will call the plastic surgeon and the urologist and send over my
findings. I will call you when you can make an appointment with them.”

She handed me a few papers and told me what was for each procedure she
wanted me to have. I went home exhausted from the experience and I
thought about not going through with it. I took a leave of absence from
work for a few months and started to call to have the procedures done
one by one.

The ultrasound was the first procedure. The lady over the phone told me
to make sure my bladder was full before coming. I got up that morning
and drank an extra cup of coffee. I then went to the radiology
department where I was given a gown to dress in. The lady had me lay on
a sheeted table and she pulled my gown up and squirted jelly on my
tummy. She then took a probe and smeared the jelly all around. She
showed me what she was looking at as she did this. She found my ovaries
and uterus and she said that it all looked fine. It took about twenty
minutes for her to take pictures of my insides.

“You can go in there and relieve your bladder now. and come back.” She
said pointing to a door. I felt real full and it felt good to urinate.
When I walked back out I was shocked to see that the table now had big
stirrups on each side of the tables bottom. There were curved plastic
that would hold my knees.

“I need you to get back on the table and place your legs in the stirrups
for me please.” The lady said seeing my shock.

“Why. What are you going to do?” I asked in fright. I didn’t want this
lady to see my deformity.

“I need to do a vaginal ultrasound. I will place this probe into your
vagina so that I can see the structures.” I hesitated looking at the
long plastic thing in her hand and I started to stutter.

“I. I. um. have a problem.” I said as I placed my hand over my crotch.

“It’s ok…I have been informed of your problem. .don’t be shy. I am a
professional.”

She helped me onto the table and I was scared as she lifted each of my
legs and placed them into the plastic holders where my knees sat.

“Just lay back. it’s ok. just relax.” I was up on my elbows on the table
and I slowly laid back and looked at the ceiling as my body was wide
open.

“Ok now I’m going to insert the probe. it shouldn’t hurt at all.” She
said as I felt the jelly covered probe at my opening. She firmly pushed
it in and I made a slight moan as it stretched me open. I was now
breathing hard as she move the thing inside me, and I wondered what I
was doing letting this happen to me. I was very embarrassed by the whole
thing. After about ten or fifteen minutes I was very grateful that she
pulled the probe out and I was allowed to get up. I blushed as I sat
there and she told me I could get dressed.

That night the doctor called to tell me to make the appointment with the
urologist. She gave me his name and number and I told her that I had the
ultra sound done. She told me that I had another appointment with her
where I would be seeing the plastic surgeon in her office. It seems that
plastic surgeons don’t have the right equipment to check me out in there
office.

I was to have the barium enema two days later and the lady over the
phone told me to give myself two fleets enemas. I bought them and had to
read the instructions a few times until I was certain I could do it. I
felt very apprehensive to give myself such a thing but I did get it done
and headed for the hospital radiology dept once again.

This time I was met by a man that handed me a gown and told me to
disrobe from the waist down. I was blushing as I took the gown and went
into the bathroom off of the dark room. When I came out I saw the man
hanging a big bag of white stuff. It looked like allot of fluid to me
much more than the enemas that I had a hard time holding.

“Are. are you going to do this. .isn’t there a woman around?” I asked.

“This is my job. I have done hundreds of these on men and women. I
assure you that your modesty will be kept as much as possible. .now I
need you to get on the table and lay on your left side for me.”

I moved to the table as my face burned hot with blood from my
embarrassment and I felt as if I might faint. He helped me up and I laid
on my left side. He made me position myself so that my right leg was
almost to my chest. This made the gown pull away from my bottom and I
reached back to cover myself.

“Just put your hands up by your head. .good. now just relax. I will tell
you everything that I’m doing.”

My body jerked as I heard the snap of gloves and he made some comment
about how tense I was. I could hear him opening and closing things
behind me then felt his presence.

“I’m going to expose you now and I will be inserting a finger into your
anus to lube and relax you back here a bit for the insertion of the
inflatable nozzle nozzle. Just try and relax as much as possible.”

I squinted my eyes closed and tried to not think about what he was going
to do. I felt him uncover my bottom and he lifted up my right cheek high
to expose my anus to him. I felt his lubed finger at my anus and he told
me to bear down. As I did his finger slipped into me and I moaned.

“Ohhh&” I said as his finger started to pull at me a bit, stretching me
slightly. He told me that I needed to really try and relax more. I took
some deep breaths as he worked his finger in me.

“Good now I’m going to insert the nozzle. and you will feel some
fullness inside and out as I inflate the balloons.”

His finger left me just to be replaced by something soft. I felt firm
pressure and a widening back there.

“Oooooweeee&” I said as my anus stretched around something big then
closed around a tube. I heard some hissing and the fullness up inside.
It made me feel as if I had to go real bad.

“Ohhh…” I said as my hands held the table top tightly. More hissing
and I felt something push apart my butt cheeks as the balloon blew up
between them. I could feel some slight pulling up inside.

“Ok. I’m going to take a couple pictures now with out the barium. .I
need for you to lay on your back.”

He rolled me over and I could feel the thing in my behind as he made
sure that it was in place. I saw the tube that now ran from the bag to
the thing that was in me. He took a few pictures of me on my back then
he made me roll back over and took pictures of me on my side as well.

“I’m going to start the barium now. you will feel some warmth and some
fullness as your colon fills.” he made sure that my bottom was covered
with just the tube sticking out of me. I heard a click and felt the
heavy warm stuff flow into me.

“I’m going to massage your belly to help the barium flow into you.” He
said as his hand reached around me and started to massage my lower
belly. I felt heavy and full inside as he did this and I would moan a
bit as the urge to go got greater.

“Ok let me take some pictures just stay like that.” The flow had stopped
as he took a few pictures and would run out and change the plates
beneath the table. He made me roll over on my back where I saw that only
about a quarter of the bag was empty. I was then placed on my side and
the flow started again. He massaged me some more and I was soon panting
from the increased pressure and fullness that I felt. When I was rolled
back over I now saw that the bag was half empty.

He continued to take pictures and fill me up until I was very
uncomfortable and moaning. He encouraged me to relax as the procedure
went on.

“Oh how much more&” I cried as my belly now was very full and protruding
from me a bit.

“You’re almost done.” He said as the flow continued. When I was rolled
back over I could see that the bag had only about an inch of fluid left
in it and he was rushing around to take the pictures.

“Just a little bit longer. I have to take these and process them and
have the radiologist look at them. ..Lay on your side and I will be
right back.” I rolled back over rubbing my balloted tummy as he left the
room. It seemed like an hour before he came back but it was just a few
minutes.

“Ok all done. .I will take the nozzle out now and you can expel.”

He lifted my gown and I felt the balloons deflate. He tugged on the
nozzle and it came out with a little POP as I struggled to keep myself
closed. He helped me off the table and I scurried to the bathroom
thinking that I wasn’t going to make it. The white stuff gushed out of
me and I moaned as it left my body. When I was done and dressed he told
me that it would be a good idea to give myself a enema to help wash out
the barium that can cause constipation. Once again I went home exhausted
and I didn’t take his advise at that time.

I couldn’t see the urologist for another two weeks but I was due back at
the doctors to see the plastic surgeon in a few days. I missed work and
would go in from time to time to see every one. Me and a friend went out
to lunch when she asked me.

“Betty are you alright? Somebody saw you leave the hospital the other
day.”

I really didn’t want to talk about what was going on with me, but I soon
let it all spill out. She seemed relieved to hear that It was nothing
more than a simple procedure. That’s what I told her anyway. I asked for
her up most confidence and she assured me that she wouldn’t say anything.

The next day I was at the doctors. The nurse made me dress again in the
gown and give her a urine sample. She sat me on the table and took my
vitals just as the doctor and a large older man walked in.

“Mrs. Peterson this is Dr Lavengood. He’s the plastic surgeon.” The man
shook my hand and I blushed as I knew he would be looking at my privates.

“The good news is the ultra sound and the barium came back normal. but I
still want you to have the colonoscopy.” My doctor said and I nodded.

“Doctor Lavengood wants to check you out and see if he can’t help with
your deformity. .so if you will just lay back.”

The nurse stood by my side and helped me lower to the table. She then
helped my feet into the stirrups and tears came to my eyes. She saw this
and patted my knee as she made me scoot down again and part my knees
wide. The doctors were putting on gloves as I was positioned.

“Just try and relax Hon.” The nurse said as she took a placed by my side
and took my hand. I tried to smile at her as she patted my hand but I
was afraid and embarrassed for this man to see between my legs. My
doctor stepped between my legs and took the open gown and pulled it up
so that it was now up on my belly again. I looked down to see the other
doctor looking at the protrusion hanging from me.

“Mrs. Peterson I’m just going to do a external exam on you.” The man
said not looking at me. I felt him pick up the skin and move it around
this way and that. He then put a little pressure on my clit just like
the other doctor had done.

“Where did you say the urethra is?” He asked the doctor.

“If you open the interior lips and pull up slightly on her vaginal
opening you can see it there.”

I felt the doctor part my lips and he inspected me and touched me. He
then let my inner lips go and took hold of the skin again. I felt him
try and pull the skin back to expose my clit but couldn’t.

“I’m not sure were just dealing with a skin flap here. .can I have a
Q-Tip with some KY on it please. Mrs. Peterson I’m going to try and
insert a small tip into the skin here to see if I can’t contact the
clitoris. .I’m not sure if this will hurt or not so just try and relax.”

I griped the nurses hand tight as I watched the doctor lift the flap and
placed the swab at my protrusion. He slowly started to insert it into
the small hole. “Owwweee ohhhh.” I said as the tip disappeared into the
hole. He continued to apply pressure and I felt some funny feelings
along with some stinging pain. He turned the thing in me and I grunted.

“Ohhhh. OHHHH&” I said and moved my hips a little as it sent shivers
through me.

“Is it painful or are you feeling slightly aroused ?”

I panted and blushed as he asked about my feelings.

“A little of both.” I said as I closed my eyes thinking this would hide
my blushing face. I felt the thing inside me being manipulated and I was
starting to breath real hard through my nose.

“I can only insert it about four millimeters. .I don’t know if the
opening narrows or if it’s an extenuation of the clitoris. .Mrs.
Peterson. Do you feel like your getting aroused by this. like you can
have an orgasm. ?”

Never knowing what an orgasm was it was hard for me to explain.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure what it is . it’s like tingling going
through me.” I said through my heavy breathing. The doctor pulled out
the tip and told me to relax. I took a few deep breaths and loosened my
grip on the nurses hand.

“Do we have a camera ? And I need a ruler and tape measure,” the doctor
said as I laid there wide open. He turned to me and talked.

“Mrs. Peterson. I’m just going to take some measurements and a picture
or two. I think we will be able to help you here.”

The other doctor left the room and came back a few minutes later. The
room was silent except for my heavy breathing. The doctor laid a hand on
my knee and told me to relax. He measured the skin and then took a few
pictures between my legs. I couldn’t believe this was happening and I
blushed even more.

“Can I have another Q-Tip please and I want you to take two pictures as
I hold it in place. I’m going to insert the swab back in Mrs. Peterson.”
He slowly inserted the tip into the protrusion and the other doctor took
pictures of the stick hanging out of it’s end. He then lifted up the
skin so that the stick was now sticking straight up.

“Oh. this is sooo&” Is all I could say as the pictures were taken of my
privates. When they were done they took off there gloves and I was sat
up.

“Mrs. Peterson I have some good news and some bad. .What I think, is
that even though the skin is over extend I think that your clitoris is
also over grown. .The good news is that I think I can fix it surgically
but it will be a hard recovery and may be quite painful for some time.
That is if the clitoris is also part of the protrusion.”

I just sat there and stared at him as he talked to me. He then looked to
my doctor and talked to her.

“When she is ready we can schedule the surgery along with the
urologists. I will see you in the hospital. I don’t think I will need to
see you again before that.” He then walked out the door and my doctor
asked me if I had any questions. I just shook my head, glad that the
humiliating exam was over.

The colonoscopy was scheduled for three days later. I kept myself busy
with my house and yard. I couldn’t eat anything but clear liquids after
midnight and had to give myself a suppository that night and two fleets
the next morning. I was still not crazy about taking the medication up
my butt.

The next morning I drove to the hospital and went to the same day care
unit where I was given a gown again and told to disrobe completely. I
was then taken to a room that had gurneys lined up surrounded by
curtains. I was helped onto the gurney were the nice nurse took my
vitals and asked me if I had done the prep at home. I told her yes and
she left the cubical and closed the curtains around me. I laid there
alone and frightened at what was to transpire. I knew that it had
something to do with my bottom but nobody had explained anything to me.
After about a hour the nurse and a man dressed in green scrubs came and
pushed my gurney out of the curtains.

“We’re taking you to the colonoscopy room now.” The nurse said as she
pushed.

I was pushed through a set of double doors where the room was real
bright. I was laying flat on my back and raised my head to see a few
nurses and men all dressed in green scrubs with masks on. I started to
get frightened as my eyes darted around the room at all the equipment.
The gurney was pushed to the middle of the room and the nurse let down
the right side rail.

A man came up to my right with gloved hands and looked at me. “My name
is Dr Millon I will be performing your procedure today. .do you have any
questions before we start?”

I looked around and shook my head. I did have questions but couldn’t
think of one of them right then. The man then stood away as the other
male nurse that pushed me into here came to my side. I had a light
blanket on me from the chest down.

“I need for you to roll over onto your left side. Good. Now I need you
to raise both of your legs to your chest for me and grab hold of them.
.good very good now try not to move.” He said.

I laid there in a semi fetal position when I felt the blanket and then
my gown being raised from my behind to expose it to all in the room. My
bottom was now fully in view along with the small of my back and the
backs of my thighs. I started to breath hard as the doctor asked for
stuff and people moved around the room behind me.

“I’m going to lube and stretch your anus a bit before I insert the
scope. I want you to just relax and let me work back here.”

I took a deep breath and held it as I felt the doctors finger at my open
hole and with firm pressure his finger slipped into me.

“Oohhhhhh&” I cried out as his finger felt very big inside me. I moved a
little and released my knees to hold on to the side rail that I had been
looking at. I griped it hard as the doctors finger probed deeper and
deeper into me pulling and turning. I sighed when it came out.

“I’m going to introduce the scope now. please bare down for me.”

I made a small attempt to bear down and I groaned as something was now
going up inside me. I continued to grip the rail on my side as more and
more of the strange thing was pushed up into me. It felt like a long
snake winding it’s way through my anus. The feeling was strange and I
would moan a bit as I could feel stuff drip down my butt cheek. The
doctor would stop the movement and turn the thing then push it in some
more. I could almost feel it winding up inside me.

My breathing grew more and more rapid as the procedure got more and more
uncomfortable. My tummy started to cramp a little and the doctor would
tell me just to relax. I was soon panting as he told me that the scope
was now through my colon.

“I will now be examining your colon. just take deep slow breaths as I
proceed.” I tried to calm my breathing but the doctor was now pulling
the snake like thing out of me slowly twisting and turning it this way
and that. He seemed to only take it out an inch at a time and I would
moan when he would push it back in a little. The procedure wore on and
my grip on the rail was so tight that my knuckles were white. I took a
quick glance behind me to see the doctor holding something in his hand
to his eye as he looked inside me.

I was so grateful when the thing finally left my bottom and I relaxed. I
took a couple of deep breaths as someone wiped the stuff from my bottom
and covered me up.

“You’re all done Mrs. Peterson, you did just fine.” The doctor said and
I was wheeled out of the room. The nurse helped me off the gurney and
told me that I could get dressed and that the results would be sent to
my doctor. I was so glad that part was over but I still needed to see
the urologist.

My doctor called a few days later and stated that the colonoscopy was
normal and that she would get back to me after I saw the urologist. I
went out to lunch a few times more with Kathy and we talked a bit. I
told her of all the embarrassing procedures that I had to endure and she
listened with sympathy.

“Betty do you have anyone take you to the hospital when the time comes
for you to have the surgery?” She asked.

“Oh I figure that I will just drive myself.” I told her and she said
that I had better talk to my doctor about that.

“I don’t think you should drive home after having surgery.” She said.

I had never really thought about it. Since I lost my parents I had
nobody really to take care of me. I kept thinking that the surgery was
going to be a day type thing and that I would go home after I had the
procedure done.

“I don’t mind taking the day off to take you and bring you home if you
want me too.” I thanked her for the offer but told her I thought it was
no big deal.

The time came to go to the urologist. The nurse called me the afternoon
before and reminded me of the appointment and that the doctor requested
that my bladder be full before I come in. I drank more that morning
before arriving at the office that seemed to be quite big. I filled out
the papers that the lady at the desk gave me and I was called back by a
nurse.

“Just have a seat, the doctor will be with you.” She said as she laid my
chart down on a counter.

The room was average size and it had a couple chairs along with a roll
around stool, against one wall was a table with foot stirrups and the
back was up a little so that it was in a semi sitting position. There
was a blue disposable pad that sat where one would sit on it, to the
left of the table was some type of cart that had a machine on it. I sat
there nervous as I waited.

The doctor came in dressed in a suit with a white lab coat over it. He
came up and introduced himself.

“Hi Mrs. Peterson. my name is Dr Mayer. I have talked with your doctor
and the plastic surgeon already.” he picked up my folder and opened it
and then sat down on the stool. He started to ask me allot of questions
regarding my urinary habits as he called it.

“Well alright I will be sending my nurse in to get you ready for your
exam. Do you have any questions before we proceed?”

I just shook my head as I looked at the table that I knew I would be
laying on with my feet in the stirrups. I felt my face blush as I
pictured the male doctor looking between my legs. The nurse came in and
pulled a gown from under the cabinet and told me to undress from the
waist down. She then left the room for a while so that I could change.
She knocked before coming back in.

“Ok honey if you’ll just step up here and sit on the table for me.” I
got up on the table shaking and she made me lay back and she helped my
feet into the stirrups. I was in the semi sitting position so that my
knees seemed to spread out even wider when she told me to relax them. I
knew that she could now see my privates as I could too. When my legs
were spread wide she reached into the cabinet again and pulled out a
sheet. She covered my legs so that the sheet made a tent so that I now
couldn’t see between them. I laid there wide open as she went around the
room opening and closing drawers and preparing the thing on the cart
beside me. She hung a IV bag on a pole and connected it to the machine.
I wondered what that was for, and just then the doctor entered the room.
I jumped a bit and moved my knees together a little.

“We’re ready doctor if you want to start.” The nurse said as she played
with the machine.

“Ok Mrs. Peterson I’m just going to look at you first and then I will
decide if I want to run some tests today. .Your bladder is full now is
that right?”

I had forgotten about that until he said something and I was feeling the
pressure of my full bladder and I nodded to him.

“Good. now just relax your legs out a bit. Good. a little more.” My
knees were slightly together from when he came in and I let my knees
relax out as he said. He then reached down and pulled the sheet so that
it now was open to just him. I gulped in air as he put on some gloves
and sat down between my legs where I couldn’t see him.

“Just going to find the urethra now.” He said as I felt his fingers
moving around on my open lips. He would push slightly with his finger
her and there before he opened the upper part of my vagina wide. I
hissed in air as I felt like I was being stretched open far. The nurse
was done and just standing by him looking at my bottom as well waiting
for orders I suspected.

“Uuh huh. .hummm&” I could hear the doctor say as he felt around and
looked between my legs. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to cry but
only took a few gulping breaths. The nurse saw my distress and placed a
hand on my knee.

“Get me a basin Marge. Mrs. Peterson. your urethral opening looks quite
small. do you think you can void in this position?”

“Oh. .I. .I. .guess I can. Try.” I said in a strained voice.

Something was pulled out from under me and the basin was placed there
The doctor still holding my vagina way open. The doctor said that I
could start to void at any time and I concentrated on letting myself go
pee. It took a few minutes but soon my bladder felt relief as it started
to drain into the basin below me. The nurse and the doctor watched as
this was done.

“Can you stop stop voiding&” The doctor said, and I strained to stop the
flow of my still full bladder.

“Try harder & more, try and stop the flow completely.”

As hard as I tried the stream would still trickle out of me and the
doctor watched and encouraged me to clamp down and stop the flow of my
urine. Soon my bladder felt empty and I never was able to stop the flow.

“That’s ok Mrs. Peterson that’s fine. go ahead and relieve the rest of
your bladder.” He said as he took his fingers from me. I continued to
pee as the doctor got up and took his gloves off. I watched him as he
picked up my chart and wrote something in it.

“Mrs. Peterson I would like you to have a special type of x-ray done.
It’s called an IVP and what it will show is the structures of your
kidneys, urethra and bladder. I would also like for you to have a
urethralgram as well. Do you have any questions?”

“Not now.” I said as I continued to lay there on the table.

He nodded to me and then left out of the room. The nurse cleaned me up
and helped me out of the stirrups and off the table.

“Cover yourself with that sheet. we need to go down the hall.” She said.
I covered myself making sure that I was covered from behind as I was
taken out of the room and down a hall. The nurse opened a room that was
fairly dark inside and I could see a table with some wide leg stirrups.
In the corner was a commode, both had a x-ray machine.

“First were going to do the IVP. I’m going to give you a small IV that
has a special dye in it. I will then take pictures of your kidneys. .so
If you will just lay on the table on your back we can get started.”

The IVP was uneventful The nurse gave me the fluid and then shot some
pictures of my kidneys and bladder. For the urethragram she had me place
my knees into the leg holds so she could insert a small catheter into my
bladder. This felt strange to me to have something going up into my pee
hole. When she filled my bladder with the dye she led me to the commode
in the corner. A plate came across my lower belly with a protrusion that
went down between my legs as I sat. She made me hold my bladder until
she told me to void. When I started to pee she took a few pictures.

“Ok Mrs.. Peterson if you will just fallow me back to the exam room the
doctor will be with you as soon as he looks these over.” I waited in the
room still covering myself with a sheet sitting in a chair when the
doctor came in. He had X-rays in his hand and he went to a light box and
put up one. he motioned me with his hand to come over and see.

“The structures of your kidneys, urethra and bladder are fine. but you
see this?” He pointed to a white line that ended next to one that exited
my body.

“This is where your urethra should be. and as you can see it is not
fully developed. Now this one is very narrow but has been serving you
all these years with no problems. The only thing is that it my become a
problem as you start to engage in sexual relations and then the birthing
process.”

He moved a pen up and down the two white lines that were images of my
body parts. “What I can do is surgically take this urethra and move it
to it’s proper place and then dilate it. This one I would remove all
together as it’s not serving a purpose.”

I just nodded my head at what he was saying and wondered how long this
would all take. “You mean I have to have two surgeries? I asked.

“No not at all we can do both surgeries at one time. When the plastic
surgeon is done I can step in and restructure your urinary system. This
may make the surgery longer which has complications but it’s done all
the time.”

We sat in silence for some time and I stared at the x-ray. “Do you have
any other questions Mrs.. Peterson?”

I shook my head and the doctor told me that I could dress. When I was
leaving the nurse told me that they would get a hold of my doctor to
consult. A few days later my doctors office called and made an
appointment for me to come in.

This time the nurse didn’t make me wear the gown but just sat me in an
exam room. The doctor came in and talked to me.

“Today we will be doing some pre surgical test such as blood work and a
chest x-ray. Your surgery is scheduled for next Wednesday, you will be
admitted to the hospital on the Tuesday before.”

My eyes widened. “You mean I will have to say in the hospital overnight?”

“Oh yes Mrs.. Peterson. You will have quite a long recuperation period
in the hospital. five days or so I would guess.”

“Five Days?”

“Or maybe longer. the surgery your having is very delicate and you will
have a long recuperation period. .you may have a tube in your bladder
for a month or so and the plastic surgeon said you may require one more
additional surgery.”

I just looked at her stunned I couldn’t believe that this couldn’t be
done quicker than what she was talking about. “I… I thought that. that
I would be out the same day?” The doctor just looked at me and shook her
head slightly.

That day I went home thinking that I wasn’t going to go through with it,
but the next morning I woke up thinking that I needed to start a new
life and not to be such a sissy. I went to Kathy and told her that I
would need a ride to the hospital and explained that I would be there
for some time. She agreed to take me to the hospital and that she
wouldn’t tell anyone at work about all this.

The day finally came and I was admitted to the surgical floor that
afternoon. I was laying in the hospital bed with the same type of gown
that I had to wear at each of the doctors. The nurse said that she would
be in soon to start my prep but didn’t explain. I laid there watching TV
thinking that this wasn’t so bad. Due to the nature of my surgery I was
given a private room.

The nurse arrived with a bundle of towels and she laid them on the bed
and went into the bathroom. She came out with a tub of water and laid it
on the roll around table.

“Mrs. Peterson I need to shave you from your belly to your anus. If you
would please lift your bottom so that I can protect your bed?”

I was in shock as she pulled back the covers and waited for me to lift
up my bottom. She had closed curtains around my bed so that I had even
more privacy but I didn’t realize that I would have to be shaved.

I lifted my bottom up and she placed a blue chux and a towel under me. I
watched with wide eyes as she placed my feet where she wanted them,
soles together with my knees bent so that I was wide open. She lifted my
gown to show between my legs and I gave a little groan as she looked
down upon my deformity. She lathered me and started to shave me as she
chit chatted about this and that. The whole time I stared at the ceiling
in total embarrassment of my predicament. I felt the tugging of the
razor between my legs as all my privacy was taken from me.

“Well there now. see that wasn’t so bad.” She said as she flung a towel
over her shoulder. I closed my legs as quickly as possible and pulled
down my gown. She sensed my embarrassment and cleaned up and went into
the bathroom. I then pulled up the sheets to my bed to cover me. A few
minutes later as I sat in tears when she walked in with a large white
cart.

“Mrs. Peterson. I need to continue your prep. first I will be giving you
a few enemas to clean out your colon and then I will need for you to
shower with a special soap and I will administer a douche.”

I laid there with my mouth open as she talked of the humiliating things
she was going to make me do. She tried to assure me that no harm would
come to me from the upcoming procedures. She disappeared into the
bathroom and came out with a large bag that was filled with milky white
fluid. I watched as she hung it on a IV pole and looped some hose around
it.

“What’s that for?” I asked in a shaky voice.

“That’s your cleansing enema Mrs. Peterson. I will need to administer
enemas to you until you run clear. now if you will please roll onto your
left side for me.”

“Isn’t that allot. I mean. I. I just take those small ones from the
store. that one is way too much.” I said nodding to the bag hanging over
head.

“Those are medicated enema’s for quick cleans. We need your colon to be
thoroughly cleaned out for the surgery tomorrow. now if you will please
roll over onto your left side. we can get started with your prep.”

I reluctantly rolled over and tried to look behind me to see what she
was doing, but she made me lay my head down on my extended arm and pull
my right knee up so that when she pulled back the sheet my bottom was
well open to her. I tried to look behind me as she worked but couldn’t
see anything with my head down. My body jerked as she took hold of my
right butt cheek and raised it high. I then felt her gloved finger at my
hole and she twisted it a little before it inserted into me. I groaned
as she twirled her finger around and then pulled it out. The nozzle then
slid way up inside me and I heard a CLICK as water rushed into me. I
clamped down on the nozzle as to not have an accident and was starting
to breath quite hard.

The nurse reached around and started to massage my belly as it took on
the enema. She started to tell me how well I was doing and that half the
bag was already empty. I moaned when a cramp hit me and she would
increase her massaging as the water stopped running. I would then hear
the click again and the pressure built within me.

“Oh God I don’t think I can do it. I can’t take anymore.” I whined as
she told me that the bag was almost done.

“Deep breaths will help.” She said as she massaged my belly and
encouraged me to take in even more of the fluid. I panted and wined as
she made me hold the fluid in me for ten minutes with the nozzle still
tucked into me to assist in my efforts to hold the enema. When time was
up she slowly pulled the nozzle out and placed a tissue at my hole and I
ran for the bathroom. My insides exploded there contents into the
commode and I felt even more embarrassed because I knew she could hear
me expelling.

When I was finished I came out to see yet another bag hanging on the IV
pole. This time she made me get into a knee chest position and the whole
time I chanted “I don’t like this. I don’t like this.” As she stuck her
finger in me again and the nozzle was placed and she started the flow of
the enema.

This time she reached between my legs to massage my belly as I moaned
and groaned and she was starting to get a bit perturbed by me. “Come now
Mrs. Peterson you’re a big girl now just relax and take your enema.” She
said as she continued her procedure. Again I was required to hold the
enema for ten long minutes and then she let me go. This time telling me
not to flush so that she could see the results. My face blushed even
more as I thought of her looking at my excrement.

After receiving two more enemas I was exhausted and my bottom felt a
little sore. I was relieved when she took her little cart and left my
room, but soon enough she was back and had me get into the bathroom
shower.

“Mrs. Peterson. I need you to scrub yourself with this sponge from the
waist down and between your legs for me for fifteen minutes. Start
between your legs and move up toward your belly and then down to your
anus.”

She let the water run on me for a bit then turned it off and handed me
the small sponge. It was wet and dripped with some brownish red stuff. I
did as she said and started to scrub as she left me alone. When she came
back she wheeled in a funny looking chair and yet another bag with the
brown fluid in it this time.

“Ok Mrs. Peterson I need for you to sit in this chair so that I can give
you your douche.”

The chair seat was high and had just a toilet seat on it so that my
bottom would stick out from underneath. The lower half of my body was
stained with the brown stuff already.

“What is that stuff?” I asked nodding to the bag over head.

“Betadine. antibaterium. Move your legs apart for me.” She said as she
reached under the seat with a gloved hand and located my vaginal lips.
She spread them wide as she crouched down to see under me and she
brought the tube to me and inserted it into my vagina.

“Ohhhh&” I said in surprise as the thing seemed long inside me.

“Haven’t you ever douched before?”

I shook my head from side to side as she held my vaginal lips closed
around the nozzle and started the flow. I watched the bag as it started
to empty and I could feel the warmth way up inside me. It sorta felt
nice if it wasn’t so damn embarrassing I thought. She then started to
move the nozzle in and out and around inside me and I stared to squirm a
bit as she did this. The warm feeling and the movement caused me to feel
funny inside. Soon the water was all gone and she removed the nozzle
from me and told me to pat dry. She handed me another gown and I went
back to bed. I felt very good and refreshed inside and out and I think I
slept a bit.

That night I couldn’t have anything to drink or eat and the night nurse
came in and started an IV in my arm. I slept fitfully the rest of the
night. In the morning the nurse came in and gave me a shot in my IV and
told me that they would be coming for me soon. The medicine took effect
right away and seemed to calm my nerves way down. I was even chatting to
the people that came and got me. Even though I was in a fog I seemed
like I wanted to talk allot. I was wheeled into a large room and placed
on a table where my legs were spread wide and I was draped. A mask came
over my head and that was the last thing I remember until waking up to
someone calling me.

“Mrs.. Peterson. come on wake up. .wake up now. the surgery is over .
come on open your eyes.” My eyes opened and then shut to the bright
lights and I was starting to come too a bit. My throat was very dry and
I couldn’t talk. As I was coming too so was some very uncomfortable
feeling between my legs and I struggled to look down at myself.

“Mrs.. Peterson. Do you have any pain?. Honey. Come on wake up for me.
Are you feeling pain in your bottom?”

All I could do is nod my head to tell her that it was hurting like hell.
I did start to feel some relief and the nurse kept coaxing me awake.
Soon I could open my eyes but my head felt wobbly on my neck and I
looked down at myself to see but I was covered. I knew that my legs were
apart and that my knees were slightly bent I could see a bulge right
were my pelvis was.

A few days later I got to know what was going on with my body. I had a
tube in my bladder that would have to stay there for six weeks and my
clitoris was now going to be normal. The pain though was another thing
altogether as the nurses made my walk with the area between my legs all
swollen and padded with dressings. I would moan and groan with the
slightest of movement. The hardest part was when the nurse came in the
day I started on solid foods and explained that I would have to have a
colon tube inserted into my bottom.

“The doctors don’t want you straining to go so they want you to have
enemas to help you. .I will be inserting this into you and you will
receive your enemas thought this tube and will be drained through this
tube.” The nurse explained.

I started to cry as I didn’t want one more tube in me. I already
couldn’t pee on my own and now wouldn’t be able to go poop as well. The
nurse carefully turned me over with two large pillows between my legs.
She then lubed my hole with her gloved finger and then inserted the
large nozzle into me.

“OWE. .OWWWWEEEE. it hurts&” I cried as I could hear some hissing and a
fullness inside that made my bottom hurt more.

“OK…Ok. I know dear. but it would hurt you worse to have to bear down
to go to the bathroom on your own. .now I’m just going to run the water
into you now. .hush. just take some deep breaths.”

I continued to cry at the new intruder in my body and I felt the warm
water flow slowly into me and it relaxed me some. I was soon asleep
laying on my side propped up by pillows with the warm water running into
me. When I awoke I was still laying on my side and I could still feel
the thing in my bottom. I pressed the call light as I started to cry.

“Take this out. oh please It’s so uncomfortable.”

“Mrs. Peterson the tube needs to stay in you so that we can clean you
out daily.” She said as she pulled back the covers and started to move
me onto my back.

“But. I don’t like it in me.” I cried as I could now feel it more as my
bottom lay on it. I sobbed myself back to sleep.

The worst thing was having to walk. I had so many tubes running in and
out of me that it almost took two nurses to get me up and out of bed. I
would blush as I walked down the hall with the tube hanging out of my
bottom and the tube that drained my pee into a bag. One day when the
nurse had set up my enema and I was laying on my left side I heard
someone come into the room. The nurse had covered me but the large
tubing still protruded out from the covers and went to the big bag
hanging over head. I looked behind me to see Kathy and then a few other
people from work come into my room.

“Hey. .ohhh. .how ya doing?” Everyone talked at once. There were three
guys and two girls from work that came to see me at there lunch hour
witch was at 11:00. My eyes darted from the people to Kathy and she
shrugged.

“Those appendixes can be a time bomb sometime.” Richard said as he
handed me some flowers. My face flushed as I saw the people looking at
the set up around me. Kathy took the flowers and people talked to me as
my enema drained into me slowly.

“Nice of you all to come, but I’m not in the mood right now for
company.” I said in a strained voice still laying on my left side and my
belly filling.

“Oh we won’t be staying long we need to get back. we just wanted to see
how you were doing and see when you will be coming back?”

“Not for a while I suppose.” I said just as the last of my enema bag
drained and girgled. I blushed even more and tears came to my eyes. Just
then the nurse came in.

“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me.” She said as she made her way through the
people that packed my room. I saw her look around a bit then at my
distress.

“I’m sorry, will you all please excuse us while I drain Mrs. Peterson’s
enema.” The nurse said. Just then I planted my face into the pillow and
wanted to die.

“Ya ah sure. no problem. ah well see ya later there girl.” Everyone said
something as they made there way out the door. I was glad and also
extremely embarrassed that the nurse had to say the word enema to my
coworkers.

Kathy came in when the nurse left and she apologized. I was now laying
on my back and very uncomfortable. ” So how are you doing?” She asked.

“Well my clit is about the size of a quarter and I have a tube stuck up
in my bladder and anus, I get daily enemas and I will have to pee in a
bag for six weeks.” I sighed.

She looked at me with sad eyes and apologized again and then asked me
when I was going to get out. I explained to her that I was still prone
to infection and that the doctor wanted me to stay a few more days.

I was glad to go home even though I walked hunched over from having a
small incision in my belly, and had a small bag that attached to my
inner leg. I was on heavy duty pain meds along with strong laxatives.
Kathy came by my house daily to check on me and slowly day by day I got
better and stronger. One morning I felt like I had to go to the bathroom
bad and I sat on the toilet and couldn’t go. I tried to increase the
laxatives that I took but they didn’t work and I started to strain and
my bottom started to hurt. I called the doctor and got an answering
service. The doctor called me back and told me to meet her in the
emergency room.

Kathy helped me and when I got there I was put into a gown and helped
onto a table that had big leg holds. I grunted and moaned as the nurse
helped me into the hideous stirrups. The doctor came over and with a
smile explained to me that she was going to check me out and then get to
the problem.

“Your Foley looks as if it’s draining ok. IM just going to check the
stitches in your vagina. .good. looks good. .Ok now I’m going to do a
anal exam now just relax as much as possible.” I tried to look between
my wide legs as I felt the doctors finger at my anus and she slipped it
in and moved it around.

“Oh my, you sure are impacted. .How long has it been?” She asked as I
felt her finger moving in me.

“Oh about three days.” I said in a whine.

“Why did you wait so long ? You’re absolutely full.” She said in a
aggravated tone. I just laid there and sniffled.

“Owww. .Oweeee. THAT HURTS&” I said as the doctor groped around in my
bottom.

“I know Mrs. Peterson. nurse can you get me a eight ounce bulb filled
with two ounces of glycerin and the rest oil with a six inch tube
please.” The doctor said before taking her finger from me and sitting
down between my legs.

“Mrs. Peterson. We can’t have you straining against your stitches. so
I’m going to give you a heavy enema and see if we can’t help you to
eliminate the mass. I hope that this will help and that I won’t have to
dig it out digitally.” I just laid there sniffling and crying with my
legs open and sore. The nurse came back and handed something to the
doctor that stood back up and I could feel her finger inside me again
along with a tube. She move the tube in deep and I could feel some
warmth up inside and then she pulled it out a bit and pushed it back in.
I would grunt as she manipulated her finger and the thing inside me.

“I know this is uncomfortable but I’m trying to get the enema all around
the mass dear, just be patient with me.” She worked the tube in and out
and soon I felt like I had to go.

“I feel like I can go now.” I said. But the doctor continued to squirt
the stuff inside me.

“Good that’s a good sign. but I want you to hold it for a while. make
sure it works so that you wont have to bear down to expel.” The doctor
held her finger at my hole and massaged it from time to time.

“Nurse, can you please raise Mrs. Peterson’s head a bit and hand me a
basin.”

The nurse raised the table so that I was in a semi sitting position with
my legs wide apart and I was looking down between my legs. The doctor
pulled a small table out from under me and placed the basin under my
bottom.

“Mrs.. Peterson. I don’t want you to even grunt or strain I just want
your body to expel on it’s own, do you understand?”

I nodded and put my head back gulping in air as she took her finger away
from my bottom. I tired not to bear down but soon I couldn’t help it and
my tummy tightened as I made a small grunt. I could feel the mass right
at my opening stretching me and it hurt some. My body broke out in a
sweat as the doctor reminded me not to bear down. I heard a loud plunk
in the basin below me and my anus closed back up. I sighed as I thought
I was done.

A few minutes went by and nothing more happened and the doctor put on
new gloves and stuck her finger back inside me. My anus now sore, she
probed around and I started to cry as she was pulling the hard balls
from my bottom.

“Owwee. .OWWWW. .GOD. IT HURTS.” I would say as she continued to reach
in, grab a finger full and pull it out. This went on for about twenty
minutes until she could no longer reach the mass. The room was filled
with a foul smell and my anus was extremely sore.

“Ok Lets put in a inflatable nozzle and give her a two quarts to start
with. for twenty minutes. drain her through the tube until clear. Mrs.
Peterson the nurse is now going to start an enema series on you and I
will be back to check your progress.”

The doctor left the room as I watched the nurse fill a bag and bring it
over to my spread legs on a IV pole.

I laid there for the next four hours on that table with my legs apart
with a tube in my butt that the nurse would fill and then release into a
bucket. She would massage my tummy as the twenty minutes passed then the
enema would be released. I thought the whole thing as torture as the
amounts of enema fluid were increased.

I left the ER totally exhausted with the doctors sound words of not
letting myself get that backed up again. I had to see the urologist and
the plastic surgeon several more times before the tube in my bladder was
taken out and I was given permission to have a normal life. I was quite
pleased with my new body and how it responded to stimulus. I was able to
reach orgasm by just touching my now new clit.

A few years later I got married and had a baby. I felt like I was born
again, due to the fact that when I was born the first time I had a
deformity that made me feel as if I wasn’t normal. Every day I feel
grateful that I had the procedure done. I was missing out on a lot of
life.

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