Doctor Jenny Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Doctor Jenny Pt. 02

2. Fashionista Jenny

So there Jenny was, nervous as a schoolgirl, and me sitting with a mind gone blank, for at the sight of this creature, this young, beautiful woman, taking this examination, giving me this 'tour,' the change was so sudden I knew not what to do.

And so, when I said nothing, it was she, again, who took the floor, acting more manly than me who was unmanned by this turn of fortune.

"Dr. Johnson," she said, with a blush oh-so-sweet, "Would you like me to start with a tour of the room, for Mr. Jones, here, may not recognize the instruments we've arranged. As per your instructions, I have set out all the necessary equipment, the equipment required for a full-body examination." Her hands were fidgeting nervously, she was starting to sweat, yet the doctor did not respond, as if to see what she'd do.

Then, when he said nothing, and it was clear that he wouldn't, she offered an alternative that seemed better selected. Pausing to think for a moment, the blushing Jenny went on, "Or perhaps I could walk him through our vast collection of gowns, ranging from classic designs to more modern cuts. For our commitment to patient satisfaction" -- here she paused, for breath -- "is evident from the diverse range of gowns that we have."

Here the kindly old man only smiled. "Forgive the nerves of this student," he said, with a look of compassion, "for tours of this sort the subject is usually examined while completely naked. Yet, Jenny, it seems, wishes to ...

... delay the event, so why don't we have her try on one of our gowns?" Jenny blushed yet again, biting her lower lip, looking in my direction for an answer to come.

"Where are the changing screens?" I asked, having seen none in the room, wondering still more about the weird system that was 'modern education.'

"Oh," the Doctor exclaimed, as if lost in a thought, "usually I prefer to step out during the patient's change, but since we have a medical trainee as our patient I'm sure she won't mind if we stayed in the room" -- thinking to myself, I'm sure she will mind, I nonetheless said nothing to contradict this strange doctor.

"Besides," he went on, "this is a tour of our clinic, and it would be unfair not to show the full extent of the facilities; and, indeed, Jenny is wearing a uniform, for men just like you, as part of this pilot program we are testing."

"Really?" I said, before I could catch myself, again, at the sight of this Jenny's profuse blushing.

"Of course!" said the doctor, eager to flaunt the features of his clinic, summoning the nervous Jenny before us to show off her dress.

Though Jenny's blouse was white and her pleated skirt blue, her face turned from pink to off-pink at the situation that arose. For the doctor summoned the girl to stand at attention, placing a stool directly in front of her, for me to sit down. He invited me to touch the fabric of the skirt, which felt crisp, and smooth, and that of the blouse, that felt light yet elastic. In an ...