It's been one week since I called to make the appointment. Now here I am, sitting in the waiting room. It's a quite late in the evening and I'm the last patient of the day. This was the only free slot that the girl on the phone could offer me. She told me that Dr. Linehan was really busy this week, so I gladly accepted it. This was an emergency as far as I was concerned and I had heard that this doctor was the best in their field for this kind of thing.
The surgery is a typical for a private one, built in a flat and I can see very good taste in the decoration. The light is indirect and very comfortable. I am reading one of the magazines, when the door opens and a beautiful woman with a white coat comes in to the room.
"Please, Mr. O’Connor, follow me," she says.
So I follow this woman to an office. She stands, waiting in the corridor and gestures for me to enter the room. She closes the door after me, goes to the chair beside the desk and offers her hand.
"I'm Dr. Linehan, Mr. O’Connor. How are you?" She asks me.
I'm totally surprised and I'm sure that my face shows it quite clearly.
She asks me, "Is there a problem, Mr. O’Connor?"
"No, I'm sorry, it's just that I thought that Dr. Linehan was a man," I replied.
"It's normal, don't worry, I'm used to it. It happens all the time when you are urologist. All men seem to think that a gynecologist can be either a woman or a man, but when we get to men's illnesses, it seems that only men can treat a man. Is this a problem for you, Mr. O’Connor?"
"No, no, no, of course not. Please, call me Mike. I just want my pain removed and if you can help me with that, then that's all that matters."
"I'll do my best... Mike."
She's beautiful. The white coat cannot hide her curves. I can just see her pantyhose below her coat. Her glasses give her an intellectual and yet at the same time, a morbid look. Also, above her chest, I can't see a blouse or top, I can only see the white coat but no other clothes. I start to wonder if she might only be wearing underwear below that coat.
As I'm sitting thinking those things, she asks me, "Well, Mike, how may I help you? Can you describe exactly what is happening?"
Suddenly, I have to come back to reality. I start to explain: "Well, I have an intense pain down here, in my testicles," and I point to then. "That has extended, in the last few days, to my anus and also to my penis. To be honest, I'm really worried about it."
"Ok, don't worry, I will take a look. I'm sure that we'll find the cause. I shall need to examine the area. Please, would you mind taking off your pants?"
As she asks, I go to the couch and take off my pants.
"Please, take down your shorts and lay down in the couch," she directs.
She puts on plastic gloves and I feel her start to touch my buttocks, whilst asking me where I feel pain.