Isabelle's Embarrassing Examination

[It_Wasnt_Ibsen]

Hi everyone, this is a story that an old girlfriend once recounted to me. She was originally a modest girl with a strict conservative upbringing, but around the time she turned 16, she ended up finding herself in all sorts of embarrassing, precarious situations. This is my favorite of all of them. I've changed a few minor details and had to make a few educated guesses about things, but overall this is exactly the same story that she told me, as as she told it.

Isabelle's Embarrassing Examination

Isabelle was a quiet and modest girl. A natural beauty with dark Mediterranean features, she had blossomed into a woman with the figure of a supermodel before she'd even turned 15. Few, however, knew her secret. Isabelle took great pains to dress in the most unflattering ways possible. She either wore oversized flannel shirts with equally baggy old jeans, or like the other girls in her home school group, ankle-length jean skirts and sweaters. Most people who saw her didn't even recognize that there was a girl's body underneath all those layers, much less how shapely that body was. This was fine by Isabelle. While many of her siblings rebelled against the strict Catholic upbringing her parents rigidly enforced, Isabelle was always on her best behavior, docile and obedient at all times.

Everything changed the summer of Isabelle's 16th birthday. Her parents took the whole family on a vacation to a friend's beach house in California. While Isabelle had no interest in playing the harlot and exposing herself in the scandalous swimwear that the other girls on the beach were wearing, she wasn't going to let herself melt in the sun wearing her usual attire, either. Instead she let loose with a camisole and a pair of Jean shorts. While she looked completely ordinary, this was the most exposed she'd been in public her entire life. She even allowed herself to go barefoot while strolling through the surf. That decision would change her life forever.

Isabelle never figured out what it was exactly, but while treading through the water, she suddenly felt a sharp, searing pain on the bottom of her right foot. Something had either stung her or stabbed her, maybe even bitten her. Whatever it was, it was excruciating. She nearly lost consciousness from the pain. A lifeguard recognized her distress and brought her back to her family. Isabelle immediately collapsed onto a beach towel, desperately trying to cope with the pain.


The pain did not subside however. In fact, it was only minutes after the incident that Isabelle noticed that bright red marks had appeared near the gash on the bottom of her foot. And they were growing. The red marks spread like vines and were already starting to creep up her ankle by the time she showed them to her parents. Her father wasted no time, he grabbed up his daughter and drove like a demon to the nearest hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, a doctor took one look at the infection spreading up Isabelle's leg and immediately ordered for her to be prepared for examination. Isabelle was ushered into a wheelchair and then taken to a private room. A nurse arrived with a gown in hand. She kindly, but firmly ordered Isabelle to undress and change into it. To her immense relief, the nurse reassuringly told her that she could keep her underwear on. Isabelle didn't like the idea of the hospital staff getting to peek at her girly yellow and purple polka-dot panties, but she didn't even want to think about the alternative. The nurse busied herself in the room while Isabelle changed, not directly looking at the young girl stripping down to almost nothing in front of her, but not leaving the room, either. Isabelle hadn't been to a doctor's office in years, and certainly not since she'd started developing breasts. One stray look and the nurse would be the first person, other than Isabelle herself, to see her perfect 38C tits.

Isabelle put the gown on as quickly as she could. She hated feeling so exposed and vulnerable in front of a complete stranger. When she was finished the nurse asked her to lie down on the bed. Carefully and meticulously, she hiked up Isabelle's gown, exposing all of her right leg, but skillfully leaving her left side and pelvic area (mostly) unexposed. Isabelle glared at a thin sliver of yellow fabric near where the gown had been balled up. The nurse had pushed the gown just far up enough that the edge of her panties were exposed on her right side.

With the patient now prepared it wasn't long before the doctor she had met earlier reappeared. With the nurse standing dutifully by his side, he inspected Isabelle's entire right leg from the tips of her toes all the way up to her inner thighs, taking note of the red splotches and their spread. He then administered some type of lotion to her body, gently massaging it into her soft skin. Isabelle didn't want to admit it, but it felt good, very good.

The doctor finished up his exam, and gave the nurse instructions on medications and other treatment plans. He congratulated Isabelle on her patience and her bravery and said that he would be back later that evening to see how things were progressing. He then turned and left. The nurse followed behind momentarily later. She returned briefly to give Isabelle several doses of antibiotics, but then left again, leaving Isabelle alone in the room, her right leg still exposed.

Isabelle waited for what felt like days, staring into the ceiling. That night, true to his word, the doctor returned. This time he had a group of people with him. He explained that they were medical students and that they'd be observing her examination. He was not asking.

After putting on a pair of rubber gloves, the doctor took up a position at Isabelle's bedside. The med students filed into the room and surrounded the bed on sides, giving Isabelle the feeling of being trapped. She began to worry about what they were planning on doing to her.

The doctor began the examination the way he had the previous time, carefully examining her leg with his fingers, carefully noting and pointing out areas of interest to the students. He then announced that he was going to examine her other leg, and with hardly a warning, rolled up her gown all the way to her belly button. Exposing her whole lower body, embarrassing underwear and all.

Isabelle could have closed her eyes and enjoyed the doctor's touch on her legs, but she was too busy looking directly into the eyes of the male students and following their gaze. All of them seemed much more interested in her little panties than the lesson that the doctor was teaching. Isabelle was mortified. She prayed for it all to be over soon. God had other plans.


"the infection has spread since we last checked" the doctor solemnly noted. "The administered antibiotics have not been effective in stopping it." Isabelle winced. "We're going to need to do a more thorough examination of the patient's lower body," he continued, talking to the students as if Isabelle weren't even in the room. He then turned to her and in a gentle, quiet voice spoke. "I'm going to take a quick look underneath" he indicated to her underwear. Isabelle's heart stopped.

Slowly and deliberately, he reached out with both hands and grasped the sides of Isabelle's waistband. "I'm gonna need you to lift your butt up for just a sec" he ordered, his tone both reassuring and firm. Isabelle complied wordlessly. She had gone back to staring at the ceiling, not daring to look any of her captors in the eye. In one quick movement, the doctor yanked her panties all the way down to her ankles, exposing her virgin pussy, for the very first time, to the world.

Isabelle had always been a shy and modest girl. She had felt exposed even just wearing shorts at the beach. Having a roomful of strangers staring directly at the slit between her legs was utterly humiliating. Even worse, the doctor was now examining her private parts with his hands the way he had done with her legs earlier. He ran his fingers through her thick black pubic hair, and massaged the supple skin of her pussy lips. He even briefly spread them apart, giving the whole room a view of her bright pink inside. Finally, seemingly satisfied, he concluded his torment of the poor girl.

"Now I'd like each of you to examine the patient as I just did," he ordered the group. One by one, each of the medical students took turns on Isabelle. Each one inspected, examined and experimented with her delicate little flower. The men were gentle with Isabelle, they were careful with their poking and prodding so as not to hurt her. Each one only briefly and tentatively opened her lips up for the rest of the room's viewing pleasure, but did not go any further. "They must be afraid of me." Isabelle thought to herself. The idea didn't give her as much comfort as she'd hoped.

Isabelle was not so lucky with the women. Free from the fear of lawsuits or jail time, the female students had no reason to be gentle with their subject. Their probing hands were rough and mechanical. One of them spread Isabelle's pussy wide-open, taking in her whole anatomy, touching her inner lips and even briefly rubbing her clit. Just a few hours earlier Isabelle had never even been seen by anyone in her underwear. And she had planned on keeping it that way until her wedding night. But now, her most sensitive and special places were being violated by a room full of perverts. Worst of all, she realized, was that she was starting to like it.

After the assault of the strangers' hands finally ceased, the doctor pulled Isabelle's panties back up and rolled her gown back down. He gave some more instructions to the students, and prescribed several new medications for treating her infection. After a few awkward attempts at small talk, he and his lackeys finally left in peace. Isabelle lay in bed, still staring at the ceiling. After a moment, she closed her eyes, and moved her hand down between her legs.


Isabelle never received another examination like that of her first night during her stay in the hospital. She eventually made a full recovery and returned home with the rest of her family as the summer came to a close. For the most part, life returned to normal for her. But her experience at the hospital changed her in ways that she would only gradually become clear to her over the next few years. She'd received sinful knowledge of her own body. She now knew that people could do things to her and make her feel things that she'd never imagined before. And she'd learned that she could make herself feel that way too. She'd been given a taste of forbidden fruit, and from that point onward she would forever be hungry for more.

[mastergepetto]

This was fantastic! One of my favorite ENF stories of all time involved a shy girl who unwittingly signed up to be an anatomy/ physiology model for a medical school full of her peers. I’ve enjoyed medical themed ENF ever since.

Would love to read more stories from you!

[Uro]

That seems like sexual abuse but it was a fine tale..

[Jennifer887]

This was fantastic! One of my favorite ENF stories of all time involved a shy girl who unwittingly signed up to be an anatomy/ physiology model for a medical school full of her peers. I’ve enjoyed medical themed ENF ever since.

Would love to read more stories from you!

Please write to me.