Doctor Jenny Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Doctor Jenny Pt. 02

... avuncular way, oblivious to the poor girl's unease, he encouraged me to pull at the sides of the skirt, simulating a curtsy of sorts though the young Jenny was left standing. "We take measurements of all staff," the doctor explained, "including these fine fashionable uniforms for the students of our tours."

A little surprised by this, and immediately realizing my mistake, I asked of the doctor whether the dress might be "too short"? At Jenny's reaction, I knew this was a poor choice of question, at least from the perspective of this very-shy girl.

"That's a good question!" exclaimed the physician, while Jenny's look of perturbation assured me that for her it was not. "As this clinic of ours is so new," he went on, "I leave it to you, our patient, to judge!" Here, he had Jenny turn about before me and, to my shock and dismay, had the poor girl touch her toes!

Yet again, at this, I asked another question that mustn't have been right, for, in aiming to protect the girl's modesty, I observed, when she bent over, her panties were showing.

Thus, the doctor's chest burst with pride, telling me this was part of their method, for teaching empathy to these young women who would soon be young doctors.

With prompting from the doctor, poor Jenny explained. "Um," she began, as if at a loss for words, "Our clinic believes" -- here she paused -- "that medical exams of this sort can sometimes be shameful for men, the men who are unable to keep their passion at bay. Thus, ...

... Doctor Johnson" -- here she looked towards the ground -- "has requested that us female trainees wear these panties that are black."

"And why," the doctor prompted.

"This is because," said the girl, her face flustered, "these male patients must see, for their benefit, that we too get aroused."

She continued, in extreme humility: "We show them these panties."

"Wow," I thought to myself, "could this really be true? I'm sure these two must be pulling my leg!"

"You shall see them!" said the doctor, "for indeed they are important, to help our new patients, in their struggle, to emote with their doctors!"

"So how about one of those gown," he continued after a moment.

"Here," he said, throwing one of the gowns to Jenny. "Here's my favorite of our gowns." Jenny looked at me pleadingly as she opened up the little package and held it in the air.

The gown looked very light, and almost transparent, but immaculately cut. Additionally, there did not appear to be a back to the thing, which made me expect I was in for quite a show. With a smile the doctor observed, "we shall compare how much this gown lifts with the regular uniform, and you may judge for yourself whether our design is sufficient!"

Oh, God, how to describe it! The agonized expression of utter shame on the young Jenny's face as she stood there before me, mere seconds after we had been chatting so casually. It was clear that she knew exactly what was coming -- the embarrassing spectacle that would leave her ...