10 times yours

Foreword

I entered Dr. Miller's office with my nerves on edge, today was supposed to be the first time in my life that I went in to see a gynecologist. I had already booked the appointment for today, but it didn't make me feel less nervous. I frowned without seeing anyone nearby, not in the waiting seats or the secretary, so I went directly to the doctor's door, it was ajar, I hesitated for a moment, feeling for half a second that it was a horror movie where the murderer would be behind the door, but this was real life, those things didn't happen...

...I expected.

I peeked out observing that there was someone inside the office, judging by the white coat placed over the neat of pants, shirt and black shoes and by the stethoscope around his neck; I imagined that he was Dr. Miller, my gynecologist.

"Hello". I murmured so that he would notice my presence, the doctor was very concentrated sitting behind the desk, suddenly he looked up, fixing his gaze on me and I was stunned for a moment.

Damn, I didn't expect him to be so handsome, let alone have such a deep look, I almost felt like he was going through me.

"How can I help you?" said the doctor raising an eyebrow with interest, his golden eyes in a mixture between green and bronze, were intense and striking, I got distracted for a moment almost trying to see if it was my mind that was exaggerating because of his beauty or it was really a god of Olympus reincarnated.

The worst thing about going to a gynecologist for the first time? That the gynecologist was as beautiful as a painting of the Archangel Michael himself.

My mother did not warn me that her gynecologist was young and handsome, I imagined him in fact much older with glasses and a beer belly strange as it sounded.

«Just keep calm and do what you came here to do, Nube».

"I have an appointment, I..." I interrupted myself as I entered the office nervously and walked towards the table, looking at the white coat hanging there. "It's the first time I'm going to do this, but my mom explained to me that the procedure for a virgin is easier, that is, you don't have to put anything in my vagina, uh..."

I laughed nervously while I undid the buttons of my pants and lowered them, leaving them aside, staying in my cheek panties, avoiding eye contact with the doctor, all this was already embarrassing enough, I just wanted to go, to check what I had to check; that he would send me treatment for whatever it was that I had and finally I could get out of here.

"The faster you collaborate, the faster you'll do everything, I guess," I continued talking to myself, taking off my shirt, leaving it in my matching bra, a problem I had since I was little; when she was nervous, she talked nonstop saying nonsense and I laughed like a complete hysterical about everything.

I put on my white coat and finished taking off my bra and panties, leaving myself entirely naked for lie on the stretcher, I adjusted the cloth and placed my hands on my abdomen with my eyes on the ceiling waiting for the hot doctor to do his job.

I noticed him getting up from her seat, I looked at him as he walked towards me slowly, almost as if he wanted to make sure that she wasn't a crazy person who had come in out of nowhere, she had no other expression than her serious face, something curious.

"First" the doctor said, and I could tell his voice was really deep, "calm down".

Calm? Calm was the last thing I could be being at the gynecologist for the first time, that is, someone was going to see my vagina.

"Okay". I murmured, feeling my hands and feet frozen with nerves, my heart racing, I just wanted him to check me out quickly.

"Secondly," the doctor continued, "I think you are wrong."

Wrong? Wrong of what?

I didn't understand.

"Wrong?" I repeated "No, I have an appointment for 7 a.m., with you, Dr. Miller, I told his secretary when I booked the appointment by phone, but I think she hasn't arrived."

It seemed unprofessional to me that the secretary arrived after the doctor.

The doctor kept looking at me as if he understood everything happening here.

"He hasn't arrived because I open at 8 o'clock," he explained to me slowly as if I had some kind of problem hearing him, "and I'm not Dr. Miller, I'm Dr. Parker, I'm not a gynecologist, I'm a pediatrician, you entered the wrong office."

I froze processing what he had just told me.

My inner lioness ran away terrified for having entered and undressed in the wrong office.