Fictional Blog Stories
 

A while back I started a thread for links to non-fiction blog stories. Here is the link to that thread -----> https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=103935

I thought it might be fun to be a little creative and write some of my own stories that would be like a specific blog post similar to the ones I posted in the non-fiction thread above. I have a few ideas for stories and will post them here in this thread. I don't expect any of the stories to be very explicit or contain sex (although I can't promise). Mostly just some ENF. I prefer stories that are more realistic, so I think most of my stories will be in the realm of possibility.

I'd be interested to hear your comments. Any feedback is welcome. I'm guessing most people on this site will not be interested in these types of stories, but there may be some who are. If there is at least a small number of people interested, then it will be worth it. I'll post my first story below this post. I don't know how regularly I'll be able to post, but I'll do my best.

#1 Free Breast Exam
 

About the blog: Karen, a 28 years old nurse from Chicago, Illinois working as a nurse in a small village in Uganda for six months.

Story:
Last week Friday I came home from the clinic where I work as a nurse. My host mother had some friends over for a gathering. The clinic where I work is having a day next week where we provide free breast exams for the women in the nearby area to promote breast health. I thought this would be a good opportunity to talk to the women about taking advantage of free breast exams. Very often the women in these small communities don’t get good preventative healthcare. After I felt more comfortable talking to them I brought up the idea of them meeting at the clinic next week at the event to get their breasts checked.

They seemed curious, but skeptical. None of them had ever had a breast exam. I told them in the US it’s common for women to get breast exams. One of the women who seemed to be the jokester of the group said she would get one, but only if I go first. All the other women laughed, so I laughed with them. I thought she was only joking. Then some of the other women said they would also go, but only if I went first. It was then that I realized they were being serious and wouldn’t go unless I agreed to be examined too. I told them I’d do it, hoping that they were only joking and that they would go for the exam.

Today was the day of the free exams. Let me tell you a little about the setup. When I got to the clinic today they said they were expecting a large group of women to attend from our town as well as surrounding villages. Because the clinic is very small and the women in this area are don’t really consider breasts to be a private area that need to be covered, it was decided to conduct the exams outside in front of the clinic. When you walk about the villages you frequently see women breastfeeding their babies or openly working outside topless on hot days. Nobody really seems to care much about bare breasts.

We had three areas set up for the exams each staffed by a doctor and nurse. They were out in the open with the lines of women facing the exam areas, so it was almost like a show. One of the doctors is from Germany and is also on a medical mission, the other two are local Ugandan doctors. Other than me, the two other nurses working that day were Ugandan. We have a small medical staff and we’ve been working together for the past three months and have formed quite a tight group and have become close friends outside of work.

Breast exam day was very successful as we had hundreds of women show up. Some made a day of it and brought their husbands and children to the clinic. It was almost a party atmosphere. It felt great to help these women to better their health.

A couple hours in I saw my host mother and her friends join the line waiting for the doctor I was working with. I was happy to see them and that my talk convinced them it was important to show up and take advantage. When it came time for them to be next they reminded me that I promised to go first. Again, I thought they were joking and mentioned that I had my last medical checkup 6 months ago and wasn’t due. They said I promised them and they only came because I was so passionate about it and agreed to get an exam.

At that point, I felt that I had to go through with it. The doctor I was working with was Dembe, one of the local doctors. I told him that before he examined my host mother and friends he had to examine me. He gave me a shocked look like he thought I was crazy or didn’t hear what I said until I reached down and took my shirt off. At this point I still had on my sports bra as I have C cup boobs and like the extra support. I looked out at the people in line and you could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on me. Even though the women of the village were frequently topless I always kept mine on as it’s not something I am used to culturally. I think because my skin was a different color than theirs the crowd paid a lot of attention to me.

It was too late for me to back down now, so I unhooked my bra and took it off. It felt weird to be standing topless in front of all those men, women and children, but even more strange in front of Dembe and the other medical staff who were my friends. I’ve never really liked my breasts. I have large areolas and long nipples, so I wondered what the onlookers were thinking or if they were judging me. I could feel my face was a little red and even though Dembe is black, I could see a little red in his face too. I don’t think he knew what he was signing up for when he came to work this morning.

After I sat down on a chair Dembe went to work feeling my breasts for lumps. This is a guy I work with, eat lunch with and trade knock-knock jokes with and now he’s feeling my bare breasts. After he finished examining each breast he squeezed each nipple. That was the most embarrassing part of the exam for me. I’ve probably lost the upper hand in our jokes with each other now that Dembe has tweaked my nipples.

After he was done, my host mom and friends started clapping. Amusingly many of the other people there also started clapping. I put my bra and shirt back on. I probably should have also taken a bow (LOL). After I was done it was my host mom’s turn and then the rest of her friends also lived up to their part of the deal.

I found the experience a little embarrassing, especially with the large crowd with all eyes on me, but it was worth it. I feel strongly about women’s health and was able to participate in this great event. It’s interesting how different culture view breasts. I think I may participate and free the nipples when it’s a very hot day and I’m around the house. At this point I think I could be comfortable topless in front of my host family and their friends.

Below is my second fictional blog story. Just wanted to point out that these are unrelated vignettes featuring different women in case it's not clear.

#2 Reporter at Carnival
 

About: Maddie, 30 years old from St. Louis, now lives in Los Angeles working for a travel magazine.

Story:
As my friends know, I work for an online travel magazine. My friends are always telling me how lucky I am since I get to travel to cool places as part of my job. Although I enjoy the travel, it’s still hard work.

I’m part of a team at the magazine that travels to locations all over the world. The magazine sets us up with accommodations and people to meet, places to see, tasks to do, etc. It is all pretty much laid out for us. There are always arguments about who goes where and does what, so the editors enacted a new process where the team members draw locations from a hat to make sure we each have the same chance of an assignment.

In this past round, one of the items was a trip to Tahiti. That is somewhere I’ve always want to go, so I was rooting for that assignment. Tahiti was one of the first items picked out of the hat, but unfortunately, I didn’t get it. What I got instead was a trip to Brazil to cover Carnival.

The magazine set me up with a woman named Sylvia who has a dance group that performed at Carnival every year. I was going to join her as a dancer and write about my experience. They also gave me a local photographer to take pictures for the article.

I flew into Rio and Sylvia met me at the airport. I noticed her right away as she would be hard to miss. She is about 5’8” and mostly legs and ass with beautiful dark skin. She’s exactly what you think about when you imagine beautiful Brazilian women.

After a quick stop at the hotel to drop off my stuff we went to her dance studio. For me to dance with her team, I had to show that I can learn the moves. Luckily for me I’ve had some dance training and was a cheerleader in high school, so learning the choreography wasn’t too difficult. It’s mostly just shaking your hips a lot. Sylvia was very patient and encouraging as she showed me the moves. I was a little worried about the dancing beforehand, but now that I knew I could do it I wasn’t worried anymore. I also met the photographer Luiz who showed up to take pictures of me practicing for the magazine.

A few days before the big event Sylvia brought me to get our costumes. I realized there wasn’t much to it as I tried it on. The top was mostly wire, not very comfortable and just barely covered my nipples and areolas. Actually, there were gaps in the wired top, so you could see hints of my bits. The bottom was nothing more than a high cut g-string. I knew that Brazilians were OK with showing their butts, but thought I’d be wearing more than this. Good thing I crossfit, so at least my body is in shape.

When I looked in the mirror I was worried because my tan lines were showing. Sylvia said not to worry because we would also be painted. It made me feel better that while I would be half naked, at least I would be “wearing” paint.
Once we were done with the fitting Sylvia took me down the block to a salon. She said we had to get waxed since we would be wearing skimpy costumes. Guess I was about to get an authentic Brazilian waxing.

We sat in the waiting room for a few minutes and then the waxer called Sylvia’s name and motioned for me to come with. Are group waxings normal in Brazil? Sylvia said she would go first and pulled down her shorts and underwear and hopped on the table like a pro. I tried to keep eye contact as I talked to Sylvia about Carnival. After her front was waxed she got on her knees and the waxer did the back end. Luckily, I was sitting near her head the whole time, so I didn’t see much.

After she was done the worker asked me to strip off my bottoms and climb on the table. I thought there was a chance Sylvia would leave when she was done, but then she started talking to the spa worker in Portuguese. Ok, we’re all girls here, so I pulled off everything from the waist down and assumed the position on the table. The worker started waxing and she and Sylvia continued to have a conversation. Once the waxer was close to done Sylvia moved down to inspect and critique. She pointed out a few areas that were missed, and when I say point I mean she came within about an inch of touching me to point it out. When the front was done I turned over and the waxer did my bottom as Sylvia watched intently to make sure she did a perfect job. I guess it’s good to have friends that have your back, or backside.

On the day of the event I met up with Sylvia and Luiz. Luiz drove the three of us to a nearby trailer where Sylvia’s group was getting ready. I was in for a little shock as we walked in the trailer. There weren’t any individual changing areas. All of the male and female dancers were in various states of undress. Lots of helpers and other workers walking about. They gave me my outfit which they had fitted after the day we tried them on. I saw an area in the trailer that was less inhabited and quickly went there and changed into my outfit. After years of changing in gym class I was decent at changing without showing much. Luiz had wandered away with Sylvia, so at least he didn’t see me changing.

I went and found Sylvia and she said they were ready to paint us. Our painter was a local artist named Raul who was about 50 years old. He had us spin around in our costumes so he could get a 360 degree look to come up with a color pattern that would work with our costumes.

Then he said he would paint me first. He started with my arms and legs, then Sylvia said I would have to strip off so he could get good coverage in case the costume shifted when I danced. I wasn’t expecting that, especially in a room full of strangers. Reluctantly I took my top off and he painted my torso and back. Luiz was standing by taking pictures of me being painted to document the experience for the magazine. I told him I hoped he is being cautious because although I know the magazine won’t publish naked pictures, I still don’t want them being sent to the magazine where my co-workers may see them. Luiz promises I didn’t have anything to worry about.

The paint dried quickly and I put my top back on. Then he told me to take off the bottoms. I was feeling a little bare after the Brazilian and swear I felt a breeze, even though we were indoors. I think there may have been windows open, so maybe I didn’t image it. He knelt down in front of me for a better view and sprayed my bare crotch to make sure I was covered in case the bottom moved. Then he asked me to turn around so he could spray the back. Because there wasn’t much of a back to my outfit he told me to spread my cheeks so he can make sure he didn’t miss anything. I bent over slightly and parted my cheeks so he could finish up. Man, that was ridiculous. The things I do for my “glamorous” job. My friends don’t think about this part of my job when they envy me.
Luiz and Sylvia were watching me get painted, but hopefully most of the strangers in the room were too busy to notice. I found out later that Raul is really a great and accomplished painter in Brazil. Somehow that made me feel a little better about the situation since he was an artist.

The day of Carnival was amazing and a lot of fun. I couldn’t believe the huge crowds of people. The article turned out great and the pictures the magazine included were mostly modest, but one showed my g-stringed butt. The editor asked if he could include it to show the cultural differences and I gave the OK. I never saw all of the pictures that were sent, so I’m hoping Luiz kept his word and only sent the modest ones.

#3 I Was on a Japanese Game Show
 

About: Melissa, 24 years old, originally Toronto, Canada. Now living in Japan and teaching adult English as a second language classes.

Story:
I want to tell you one of my craziest stories after living in Japan for two years. Not sure if many of you have seen Japanese television, but they have some of the craziest shows. Many involve outrageous stunts which would probably not be allowed in Canada or the U.S.

Last week I was invited by Rieko, my best friend here, to go to a gameshow. She won two tickets (apparently, they are hard to get your hands on) and invited me to go with her. She thought it would be a lot of fun to see the craziness first hand. Little did I know I’d become a part of the craziness.

On this show, they give you a hat when you enter the studio and if your hat lights up, then you are asked to do a stunt to win prizes. None of the prizes are worth much. The stunts usually involve situations to make the participant look silly and gives the audience in person and on tv a chance to laugh at the situations and the people in them.
A man was selected for the first stunt which involved eating weird foods that nobody would ever want to eat as the audience groaned and laughed. The second stunt involved a man getting tied up to a large dart board while other people threw “nerf” items at him.

When it came time to pick the next contestant everyone was looking at me. I didn’t realize that my hat lit up until Reiko informed me. I didn’t really want to go up there, but thought I’d look like a bad sport if I didn’t. Everyone was having so much fun. Now it was my turn for the fun to be at my expense. Maybe I could at least win a toaster or some other item I didn’t need.

I walked up to the stage to the cheers of the crowd. The game I was selected for was trivia. I’m OK at trivia, so not bad so far. Then they announced the penalty. For every wrong answer, I have to remove an article of clothing. I thought about backing out, but the people in the crowd kept cheering me on and encouraging me. I had seen nudity on Japanese tv (boobs and butts, genitals are always censored), but figured for this show I’d only have to strip to my bra and panties which is similar to a bikini, so I agreed to play.

I got the first few questions right, but then got a few wrong in a row. The crowd roared a little louder after each miss. Eventually I was down to my bra and panties. I figured this was the end until they read the next question. I said wait a minute, I don’t have anything else I’m willing to remove. Then the crowd started cheering for me again and chanting my name (Me-lis-sa, Me-lis-sa). I looked up at Reiko and she was also cheering me on. It surprised me because she’s usually reserved, but she was getting into it. It’s her favorite show. I didn’t want to let her down so I said I’d continue, the crowd cheering me on.

That was a bad decision on my part as I got the next questions wrong and was soon standing in front of the crowd completely naked, hands covering my full frontal nudity. They brought my clothes backstage to get dressed, so I had to do a walk of shame past the crowd to the backstage area. As I was walking back the host stuck out his hand for me to shake. Not wanted to offend (I am Canadian) I briefly uncovered my crotch for a quick handshake.

I was hoping they’d at least blur it out my nudity on tv to save me embarrassment. Well, the show aired tonight and they did do some blurring, but not as much as I had hoped. I used my arm to cover my breasts most of the time, but you can see them, nipples and all when I take off my bra. You can also see my bare ass when they shot from behind. They did blur my lower frontal nudity, which I was grateful for. The funny thing is, that I’m a redhead and I’ve had at least a few friends, both male and female ask if the carpet matches the d****s. They weren’t trying to be funny, to them it was a legitimate question. I always tell them it’s none of their business in a kind way. Although they blurred my crotch, you can still see color and a blur of red. Any of my curious friends who watch the show will now have their answer. So will any of my “English as a second language” students who watched. Good grief.

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interesting premis and nice stories. would u consider writing one about my wife? if the setup is right, maybe we can accompany it with a couple pics - u can get an inspiration in my albums, she is a nurse, she might even fit ur general theme with nurse in a foreign country being spied on and enf-ed by perv patient :)

#4 - I Posed for Spencer Tunick
 

About: Amy, 25 years old from Denver, Colorado. On a three-week vacation in Mexico before starting a new job.

Story:
I’ve been in Mexico for the past two weeks on vacation exploring the country. I spent some time in more remote villages and now I’m going to spend the next week checking out Mexico City and all it has to offer before I head home. While in the hotel lobby I met two couples from Guadalajara that were very friendly and spoke good English. They were talking about the museums and other sites they wanted to see while in Mexico City. I introduced myself to them and told them I was from Denver. One couple was named Jorge and Maria and other was Antonio and Gabriella. They were about my age, in their mid-twenties.

They told me about an amazing restaurant they were going to eat dinner at and asked me to join them later that night. They seemed very friendly and I figured they may have good ideas for other activities in Mexico City. Since I didn’t have any firm plans, I accepted their offer for dinner. Then I went back to the room to take a nap.

Later that night we met up in the lobby and walked to the restaurant. The conversation flowed well and I asked about some of the things to do in Mexico City. They said they were going to do the basic tourist things, but the main reason they came to town was to pose for an artist named Spencer Tunick. At this point I hadn’t heard of Spencer or seen any of his photos. I was surprised when they mentioned it involved being completely naked outdoors. Antonio pulled out his phone and showed me some of Spencer’s photographs. They all involved huge crowds of naked people. Maria and Gabriella were artists and thought it would be an honor to pose for him. Their significant others decided they would join in, so they made the trip to Mexico City.

They asked me if it was something I would like to do and said I could join them if I was interested. I’m not really a “naked” person and was reluctant, but they were very friendly and insistent. I was having fun at dinner and they were great to be around. I’m about to start a new job and thought this may be one of the few chances I ever get to do something like this, so I agreed to go with them. I figured I’d probably never see any of the people there that day again anyway, so what’s the big deal.

On the day of the event we met again in the lobby and then took public transportation to the event. We all brought bags to put our clothes in while we posed. When we arrived at the event there were a so many people there. I was starting to feel the butterflies in my stomach. I sometimes get anxious around large crowds and my anxiety was starting to kick in. It was worse knowing that I was about to be naked surrounded by such a large crowd. If my new friends weren’t so encouraging I probably would have got back on the bus and went back to the hotel.

The people who worked with Spencer started by telling us how the days events would unfold so we knew what to expect. A few minutes later they told us we were ready to start and that we should strip down where we were and move to another area. The instructions were in Spanish and I wasn’t 100% sure what to do until I saw everyone else taking their clothes off. When I was still in bra and panties I looked up and saw that Jorge, Maria, Antonio and Gabriella were now all completely naked. Antonio was clearly enjoying it as he was now dancing naked on the street, penis flopping about. Not wanting to lose touch with my friends I quickly stripped off my remaining items. Sensing I might back out, Maria and Gabriella each grabbed an arm and said let’s go. At that point, I wished I had my arms free to cover up. LOL.

It didn’t occur to me that I would get so much attention, but as we walked to the area for the photos the people around me were all asking where I was from and why I decided to go to Mexico City. I guess it’s difficult for a naked 5’10” light skinned gringa with blonde hair to not get noticed among a large group of locals. They were proud that I decided to join them and be a part of this event.

The five of us took our places, then they started to call out the poses. For the first pose, we stood straight up looking directly at Spencer as he barked orders and encouragement to us. It was then that I noticed a large crowd of people behind him that gathered to take in the crazy scene.

For the second pose, we were told to lie down on the ground on our backs. At first, the pavement felt cold on my bare body. I looked up at the beautiful blue sky and felt the air on my body and had to smile. It was all very serene, like a dream. It was quiet and I forgot for a moment that there were other people around.

The last pose was the worst. For this one we posed in a position similar to a half tortoise position in yoga. With your knees on the ground, you bend over with your head towards the ground and your back slumped. This was the time I was the most embarrassed during the experience. Gabriella was directly in front of me and I could see this position didn’t leave anything to the imagination as I was greeted by her vagina and butthole practically inches from my face. Hello! I could only imagine the views I gave Jorge who was inches behind me as I got into, out of, and held that position. He was a gentleman and didn’t talk about it afterwards, at least not while I was around.

After the experience of posing for Spencer, I was glad I did it. Sometimes it’s great to do something out of your comfort zone and something you wouldn’t normally do. I exchanged email addresses with my new friends from Mexico. Not sure if I’ll see them again, but I’ll always remember this experience we shared together.

#5 - Stripper for a Day
 

About – Leslie, 25 years old from Tucson, Arizona. On a ten-day vacation in Thailand with her boyfriend Joe, best friend Kathy and friend’s boyfriend Bob.

Story –
Greetings from Thailand. I’m having a great time here with my boyfriend Joe and my best friend Kathy and her boyfriend Bob. We had been spending most of our time at the beach, but thought it was time to get out and explore. Tonight, we thought we’d be daring and visit a strip bar in Pattaya. We found a place that was just beyond the more touristy area. There were some tourists, but the majority of the crowd were locals.

It was an interesting place. There were a few stages where women danced as the music boomed. Some of the women danced in bikinis, some got topless and a some were totally nude. There was even a ping pong show if you know what that is (Google, if not). It was also a great place to get a drink as the bartender kept pouring generous portions of liquor in our glasses. He went by the name Jimmy, but I’m guessing that’s the name he gives tourists and not his real name.

I should say I’m normally a very reserved person, but I had too many drinks in me. The more I drank, the more vocal I became in cheering on the girls on stage. At some point, they started to notice me and must have thought I was a lot of fun. There were a couple girls dressed in lingerie dancing provocatively on stage. The asked me to join them up there. I instantly got quiet as I really don’t like being the center of attention. Jimmy caught all of this and told us he’d give us free drinks if I went up with the dancers. Before I could say anything, Joe told him it was a deal, and I walked up the stairs to the stage.

I’m not a good dancer, but did my best and the crowd seemed to appreciate it. The girls must have thought I was overdressed to be on the stage because they started taking my clothes off a little at a time. I didn’t know how far it would go, but I was buzzed and didn’t care in the moment. One of the women dancing behind me reached down and took off my shirt. Then she unfastened my bra holding it in place for a short period of time before whipped it away. Now I was topless in front of my friends and a bar of mostly local Thais. My first thought was that this was the first time Bob, my best friend’s boyfriend, was seeing my boobs.

The girls were on either side of me and each cupped one of my breasts and shook them. Then they each licked a nipple for a few seconds. I wasn’t sure how my boyfriend would take this, but when I looked over he and my friends seemed to be enjoying it. So were the rest of the people in the bar.

The girls gave me a sly smile and pulled down my shorts. I was now down to thong underwear. The girls turned me around, mooning the crowd and told me to bend over. After I bent over they started smacking my ass. Each one had their own cheek. The stage was near the bar and they called Jimmy over to give my ass a smack. He gave me a couple good whacks that stung a little. When that was done I turned around again and saw my boyfriend was still enjoying the show. He’s usually the jealous type, but didn’t seem to mind.

For the final act they removed my thong and had me walk over to a chair on the stage. Then they told me to sit down on the chair. After I sat down, they each bent over and grabbed one of my ankles and lifted my legs high and spread them in a V shape. To give you a visual, I was basically sitting in a chair with my legs spread as far as possible by a couple of Thai strippers in front of a bar full of people. The locals enjoyed the show as they walked right up to the stage to get a closer look.

When the song ended and strippers gave me a kiss on the cheek and left the stage while I got re-dressed in front of everyone. Now that the alcohol has worn off I can’t believe I went along with it, but I did. When we went out today a few people were giving me looks and it makes me wonder if they were there last night to witness my show. I can’t be too mad at the girls as they do that sort of thing every night, getting naked for strangers. They probably figured it wasn’t asking too much for me to do the same as I seemed to be enjoying their show. What’s good for the goose. But I don’t think I’ll be drinking much the rest of the trip. I also don’t think I’ll be quitting my job in advertising to be a stripper in Thailand.

#6 - Weekend in Joao Pessoa
 

About: Allison, 26 years old from Philadelphia. Works for a large corporation headquartered in the US. Her company sent her to Brazil to manage one of their manufacturing plants.

Story:
I work for a large manufacturer in the U.S. and even though I’m relatively young I’ve managed to work my way up the corporate ladder. After a couple years as a middle manager at a plant in Philadelphia, my boss asked if I would like the chance to go to Brazil and manage our plant there. I’ve never been to Brazil, or most other places outside the U.S., so I jumped at the opportunity. The Brazilian plant has been lagging, so they thought I could go down there and work with the locals to figure out how to improve production. It seemed like a perfect opportunity for me.

When I got down there I noticed a few things I could do to increase production. The locals were a little leery of an outsider coming in to manage, so it was difficult to get them to listen to me. The problem was compounded by being a woman. I think many of the men in the plant resented taking orders from a woman, especially one who was still in her 20s.

The person I feel closest to at the plant is my admin named Ana. Ana is in her early 20s and a free spirit. She’s a lot of fun and keeps me sane on bad days. She’s popular with the other workers, so being friends with her has made things a little better.

Last week Ana invited me to take a weekend trip with her to a city called Joao Pessoa. I haven’t seen much of Brazil other than the small town where the plant is located, so I agreed to go with. I needed something to get my mind off work. The city was lovely and we had a room at a hotel near the water.

Saturday morning, we slept in a little, then Ana said we should go to the beach. I went in the bathroom, put on my modest swimsuit under my shorts and shirt and packed towels, lotion, etc. and we traveled to a beach. The scenery was unbelievable in that area. When we got to the beach there was an entrance with a man standing guard. I wasn’t sure what that was all about. As we approached the entrance the man said it was a nude beach and that you are required to be nude to enter. I told Ana we should find another beach as I do not plan on getting naked, especially being told that I have to. Ana told me I needed to lighten up. This would help me forget about work and all my problems. We are a few hours’ drive from anyone we know, so it didn’t matter. This was our Thelma and Louise moment.

OK, I still didn’t like being told I had to strip down, but I did anyway and put my clothes in my bag. The guard eyeballed us from top to bottom like he couldn’t easily see we were completely naked, and then told us we could enter.

The beach was amazing, and had lots of other naked people, most over 40 years old. I tried to tell myself this was OK and normal as I walked the beach. Ana suggested we get a few drinks, so we walked over to the bar area. I felt a little funny talking to the bartender completely nude. Then we found an area to put our towels down to get some sun. At one-point Ana said it was time to get in the water and we did a little swimming. It tired me out and I we went back to our towels to get more sun. I fell asleep for a while when I heard some voices talking to Ana.

I opened my eyes to find a few of the plant workers on the beach standing in front of us talking to Ana. Two of them were guys I didn’t really get along with. All of them were as naked as I was. Holy crap, what do I do now? These are my employee. My first instinct was to get dressed, and walk off the beach, but I didn’t want to show that I was uncomfortable. At that point, I noticed that my legs must have spread while I was sleeping and I was giving them a view normally reserved for my gynecologist, so I moved my legs together to give me a more modesty. I said hi and started talking to them like it was perfectly normal even though I was dying inside. Ana invited them to drop their towels by us and hang out. Really Ana, come on. After a few minutes, the conversation died down and I turned over on my stomach. We stayed for about another hour and then got dressed and left the others.

I talked to Ana afterwards about this and she swears it was a coincidence and she didn’t know anyone else was coming, but I’m not sure. I don’t think she’d purposely invite them to embarrass me, but she probably knew they might come and didn’t mention it because I wouldn’t have gone if I knew there was a chance anyone I knew would be there, especially people who report to me. It’s hard to maintain authority after your employees have seen you butt naked. I don’t know if I’m imaging things, but since this happened the people in the plant have been friendlier towards me, treating me like I’m one of them.

#7 - Medical in Iraq
 

About: Amy, 33 years old from New York. She is a reporter and worked as a war correspondent in Iraq and is now covering the rebuilding effort.

Story:
After spending a lot of time in Iraq covering the war and then the rebuilding and humanitarian effort including healthcare, I finally had my own Iraqi medical experience.

Not to get too graphic, but for the past week I had some pain and itching in my “private area.” I thought it would just go away, but instead it got worse. I didn’t want to leave Iraq and go back home to deal with it, so I decided to seek medical care and hopefully some drugs that could do the trick.

I’ve done many stories from a local Iraqi hospital and one of the lead doctors, Dr. Mahmood was a major source of information for me. He gave me full access to the hospital and gave me many great interviews. He’s now more of a friend and I knew he would have access to the meds I need.

I gave him a call and brief description of my problem and he told me to come in. I hadn’t seen him for a long time, so it was great to catch up. He showed me recent pictures of his wife and children. The kids looked older than the last time I saw pictures of them.

After we caught up it was time to get down to business. I gave him more detail about the medical issue I’ve been experiencing. It was a little uncomfortable talking to a male friend about my vagina, but I managed to explain the issue without it being too awkward. I was hoping he would just pull some meds out of his drawer and say, ‘here you go.’ Unfortunately, he told me that there could be a number of issues and that it would be best to get an exam first to be sure of the diagnosis.

I was a little uneasy about getting examined by a man who is my friend, but he’s the head of gynecology at the hospital, so he’s probably the best person for the job in this situation. I’ve been told that doctors can separate their feelings as men, versus their feelings as doctors. He’s probably seen thousands of vaginas, so seeing mine shouldn’t be a big deal.

He pointed to a side door in his office and said it was the door to the exam room. He asked me to take everything off from the waist down and then put on a gown. Before I could get to the door he asked me to stop and wanted to know if I could do him a big favor. He said that his male students sometimes don’t get the proper training they need because most Iraqi females are very modest. Many will not allow themselves to be examined by a male doctor, but he wanted to make sure his male doctors had the proper training, especially for emergency situations. What he was asking was whether I would allow some of his students to observe the exam.

If this had happened back home I would have said hell no, but after covering the rebuilding effort and knowing how hard Dr. Mahmood and others have worked to raise the level of care for Iraqi citizens, and after all the interviews where he helped me obtain information for my stories, I figured it was the least I could do.

I walked into the exam room and closed the door. There was a very plain looking skirt on the exam table for me to put on. I took off my boots, jeans and underwear and slipped on the skirt. It was a little short on my tall frame and only came down about mid-thigh. My bare feet felt cold on the exam room tile. There was a chair in the room and I sat down to wait for the doctor to return.

After a couple minutes, there was a knock at the door and I told the doctor he could enter. Dr. Mahmood walked in the small exam room followed by 4 male and 1 female medical students. The skirt they gave me rid up a little I sat down in the chair and when the doctor and students walked in I instinctively pulled it down towards my knees.

The doctor introduced me to the students as each one shook my hand. I couldn’t help but notice one of the students had a non-stop awkward smile. I nicknamed him Smiley (to myself). The doctor mentioned to the students that we have been friends for many years and that I was an American journalist and wrote a number of articles about their hospital. He told them that I volunteered to help with their education by allowing them to observe my exam. They all thanked me for the opportunity.

Now that the introductions were over it was time to get down to business. The doctor asked me questions about the discomfort I’ve been having. Then he told the students he would have to do an exam to narrow down the likely cause. He motioned for me to get on the exam table.

The table was a standard exam table with stirrups. As I was getting up on the table I could feel the gown ride up, showing most of my upper thighs. Then the doctor asked me to put my feet in the stirrups. As soon as I did that, the short skirt fell to my stomach, exposing me to the doctor and students. The doctor sat on a chair positioned between the stirrups and while looking between my legs asked me to scoot down a little so my butt was at the end of the table.

The doctor gloved up and said he was going to start by identifying the parts of the female anatomy. In Arabic and then English he named each part. Outer labia (then spread my labia), inner labia, clitoral hood (then pulled it back to show them my clitoris), urethra, vagina, perineum, etc. I looked up to see all of the students craning their necks to get the best view, including my new friend Smiley who still couldn’t stop smiling.

Once the anatomy lesson was over the doctor started the exam. He put two fingers in my vagina and pressed down on my stomach while explaining what he was checking for. When that was done he grabbed a speculum and put it inside me and clicked it open. He said this would give a view inside the vagina and a view of the cervix. Then he moved away and invited each student to take a closer look through the speculum so they could see my cervix.

After he took the speculum out of me he mentioned that when examining a woman, it’s sometimes necessary to do a recto-vaginal exam. With this he added lube to his fingers and put one finger in my vagina and one in my rectum while explaining to the students what he was checking for. It was a little painful, causing me to gasp.

After the exam was over he thanked me for helping the students and asked if they had any questions. Smiley asked a question about what the doctor was feeling for during the pelvic exam and the doctor asked him to sit in the chair between my legs, put a glove on and put two fingers in my vagina. He did it, and had that stupid grin on his face the whole time. After digging around clumsily for a while, and discussing with the doctor what he was doing, he finally shook his head like he understood and took his fingers out of me.

After that was over I sat up on the exam table, the students thanked me and left the room. As the doctor was leaving he told me to get dressed and go back into his office.

Once dressed I went to his office and he diagnosed my problem, handed me a prescription and told me I could get it filled downstairs in the pharmacy. He thanked me for helping his students and said it was great to see me again and that I should come to his house for dinner with his wife and family one night. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and I was on my way. The meds did the trick and I’m feeling much better now. Despite the embarrassing situation it felt good to contribute to the medical education of students in this country as it continues to rebuild.

#8 - My 100th Dive
 

About – Marie, Nineteen from Minneapolis, Minnesota. Planning to spend the next year as a gap year, working as a dive instructor in Costa Rica.

Story –
Unsure of what I wanted to do with my life, I decided to take a year off before starting college. I had been to Costa Rica a few times with my parents and loved the atmosphere. One of my favorite things was learning how to dive. Since then I have been diving many times and obtained certifications, so when I got to Costa Rica I was able to find work at a dive company. My job is to take divers out and make sure they have a great, safe experience. We work in small teams and one of the perks is that I get to go on the dives with the customers. This is a dream job.

Many divers have a ritual where they dive naked for their 100th dive. The company I work for subscribes to this ritual. When it is an employee’s 100th dive, they dive naked. The company won’t force you, but there is a little bit of peer pressure involved and it’s a very close team. Today was going to be my 100th dive as we had a small bulletin board with the countdown for newer employees. I was not happy about this ritual, but I love the job and the people I work with. I’m also the only female dive instructor on staff and don’t want to seem like I can’t hang with the rest of the dive instructors.

I remember back to my first week on the job when I witnessed my first naked dive. I didn’t know about the ritual at the time and got on the boat with my co-workers and the customers who were going out for a dive. They announced on the boat that it was Kevin’s 100th dive and per the ritual he was diving naked. My first thought was, what kind of lunatics am I working with.

I still have many images of Kevin’s 100th dive that I can’t get out of my head. Like when he stripped down, I noticed he had the smallest penis I’d ever seen. I still think about his tiny penis floating in the water every time I see him. Our co-workers started calling him Thimble because they say you could fit his penis in a thimble. I never call him Thimble, but must admit I laugh when I hear them calling him that. But he doesn’t seem to mind, it’s just friendly banter. These guys I work with are insane.

Now the shoe was going to be on the other foot as Kevin was on the boat today as well as Juan and Rico, two of the local dive instructors. Juan announced to the passengers that today was my 100th dive and that I’d be doing it naked. I wish he didn’t announce it as I was hoping to strip quickly without fanfare. Now it felt like everyone was watching me as we got closer to the dive site.

There were three couples on the boat, but most of the others were single men. I got pared up with a group of guys that included three men from Japan and their interpreter. The interpreter explained in Japanese what was about to happen and the men had surprised looks on their faces.

We finally got to the dive site. Now it was my time to get naked and I was very nervous about it since I’m not the type to get naked in front of people I’m not dating. I wasn’t sure what was going to be more embarrassing, getting naked in front of co-workers, or the strangers.

With everyone cheering me on I took off my bikini top and freed the boobs, feeling the sun on them for the first time. Then before I could think twice, I pulled down my bottoms and finished preparing for my dive.

It wasn’t long before we were in the water, and my group was following behind me. They probably got an interesting view as I kicked my legs to swim. Like Kevin’s dive, they will probably be stuck with images of my boobs floating in the water, or my large, dark bush in the water. I should probably mention that I don’t believe in shaving my privates, so I’m very hairy down below.

When the dive was over I got back on the boat and got dressed. My co-workers gave me pats on the back and told me they were proud that I went through with it. The only downside is that my new nickname is Bushy, but I don’t even care. I guess I’ve become as insane as the rest of them.

#9 - Ant Attack
 

About: Abigail, 23 years old from Provo, Utah. Joined the Peace Corp and is living in Cameroon.

Story:
If you live in a different culture long enough, every now and then you have an embarrassing moment. I’m going to tell you the story of my most embarrassing moment since I’ve been in Cameroon. It’s actually my most embarrassing moment ever.

I live in a small town in Cameroon with a host family. Father, mother and two young sons. I’ve become very close to them. They really are like family to me. The father is one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met and the mother has a great sense of humor. The kids are very well behaved for 8 & 10 years old.

My host mother told me about a picnic they were planning with some of their extended family and friends. I haven’t met many of their family and friends, and agreed I’d go with them as they wanted me to meet them.

We got in the family vehicle (falling apart old truck) and drove to a somewhat remote area. It was very beautiful there, very lush and green. A wonderful place to have a picnic. It reminded me of picnics with my family in Utah.

After we were done eating I was sitting on the ground talking to one of the women. All of the sudden I felt a bite on my leg and then another on my stomach. I was wearing a long dress, so it wasn’t convenient to assess the situation. I stood up and that’s when I realized that I was sitting on an ant hill and the ants had traveled up the beautiful long dress I was wearing.

As I fought the ants I did my best to stay modest, but there were more ants under my dress than I originally thought. I must have been so focused on the conversation that I didn’t feel them. After more painful bites, I decided the hell with modesty and threw off the dress. This is when I saw I had a lot of ants on me and now a few other women noticed and came over to help with the ant removal. The bites were very painful and I could see through the tears in my eyes that everyone at the picnic had stopped what they were doing and were watching my situation with concern. At this point, there were about 20 sets of eyes on me.

I heard my host mother talking behind me and before I knew it she started to unsnap my bra. I reached back and asked her to leave it in place, but she smacked my hand like I was her child, unsnapped my bra and pulled it away. I was now bare breasted in front of all these people including my host father. There were ants in my bra and on my chest, so I guess I’m grateful they were being removed.

Then without warning my host mother whipped down my granny panties and starting smacking ants off my ass. Although embarrassing, for some reason this seemed somewhat comical to me. Being completely naked in front of a group of people while a Cameroonian woman smacks ants off my ass. It doesn’t get much more ridiculous than that. I wonder if those people were shocked that I shave off my pubic hair. I’m not sure about grooming habits here and if they consider it normal. I guess it’s all part of the exchange of cultures that I came here for (LOL).

Once all of the ants were removed they gave me back my bra and panties, so I could put them back on. I stood like that until they were finished removing the ants from my dress so I could put it back on.

I spent the rest of the picnic completely mortified about the spectacle my host family and their friends witnessed. It will be a while before I can look any of them in the eye. Yes, that was definitely my most embarrassing moment ever.

#10 - Backyard Bucket Bath
 

About: Jessica, 23 years old from San Diego. She is a Peace Corps worker living with a family in rural Guatemala.

Story:
I’ve been living in a small village in Guatemala for the past 6 months with a local host family. The family consists of a husband and wife and their two young boys, aged 5 and 6. The husband’s father also lives with us.

The kids are a lot of fun to hang out with. Yesterday we went fishing at a nearby pond. The area is very muddy and all three of us fell in the mud multiple times. By the time we left we were all caked in mud. It looked like we had been rolling in the mud rather than fishing.

As we approached the house my host mom was sitting outside on the porch. The kids ran up towards the front door and their mom told them to stop and that they would have to go around back and wash up before she would let them in the house. They then took off to the back of the house.

I figured those comments were meant for the boys and continued to walk towards the front door looking forward to cleaning up in the bathroom. My host mother told me to stop and that I also had to wash up around back before I could enter the house. She said she would leave towels out back to dry off with and wear before I enter the house.

When I went to the back of the house the boys had already stripped off and were washing with water from a large bucket. Kids at that age have no modesty as they just happily washed off all the mud from their bodies, oblivious to their surroundings. When they were done they ran inside the back of the house laughing, butt naked.

Now it was my turn to get clean. We live in a rural area and most of the houses lack indoor plumbing. You’ll often see people washing in the nearby river, or sometimes taking a bucket bath outside their house. Although it’s common, I didn’t think I’d ever be one of those people as the house I live in has indoor plumbing and I haven’t shed my western modesty.

I surveyed the scene and notice some people sitting outside the nearby houses. Fortunately, the houses aren’t too close, but they are still close enough that you could see everything your neighbors do. I noticed Mr. Garcia working behind his house. He noticed me too and waved. I waved back. I know him from the local store where I buy my convenience items as he’s usually behind the register. Wish he was working at the store today instead of in his yard.

I stripped off my top, but made sure I faced away from my neighbors as I scrubbed myself clean. Then came the moment of truth as I stripped off my muddy bottoms. I continued to face away from my neighbors, figuring it was better to give them a cheeky moon than the whole show. I almost checked to see if anyone was watching, but couldn’t bear the thought of Mr. Garcia waving to me again while I was naked. I hope this isn’t a point of discussion next time I buy chips and a coke at his store. “Hey, I saw your bare butt the other day….”

After I was done washing I noticed that my host mother neglected to put a towel out back. I did a little shake dance to get some of the excess water off me. My room is close to the back door, so I figured I could slip inside undetected. When I walked in the house my host dad and grandpa were standing about 10 feet away from me. I let out a shriek and instinctively covered my breasts and vajayjay with my hands and arms. My host dad, looking stunned, asked why I was wet and naked. I explained I was muddy and had to wash off before entering the house as I embarrassingly walked past them to my room. Yes, living in a rural Guatemala is quite the adventure, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The story I posted today is the last one I have fully written at this time. I have concepts for additional stories, but have not advanced them yet. It may be a while before I post my next story. Hope you've enjoyed the ones I posted above.

New Stories
 

I've been working on some new stories. Below is the first one I've completed.

#11 - Trip to Yap
 

About: Lisa, 23 years old from Dallas. She is visiting her brother Gary who is a Peace Corps volunteer in Micronesia (Yap).

Story:
I’m on an amazing 10-day trip to visit my brother who is a Peace Corps volunteer in Micronesia. He lives on an island called Yap and works as a teacher on the island. Yap is an interesting place. When I arrived on the island via plane there was a woman handing out leis. Unlike most airport greeters you see elsewhere, she was topless. In the old days, men and women on the island didn’t wear shirts or anything on top. Today you’ll still find toplessness on the island, especially among the older citizens, and on special occasions.

The trip has been amazing so far, I did a lot of snorkeling and diving. I’ve been living with my brother and his host family. I also got a chance to meet some of the other Peace Corps volunteers living on the island.

A few days into the trip my brother asked me if I’d like to visit one of the outer islands. The people of the island adhere to the old customs, and it’s almost mandatory for citizens of the island to be topless. It’s even expected that visitors who stay on the island for longer than a few days should also be topless.

I was a bit apprehensive about the toplessness, but this sounded like a terrific opportunity to experience a society much different from the US, so I agreed to visit the island. There’s a boat that takes people from island to island and one morning we got on the boat for the adventure. My brother has been there many times before and he has a few friends on the island.

As the boat was approaching the shore I noticed the other people on the boat started removing their tops. My brother also took off his shirt. Then he turned to me and told me I should take off my shirt and bra now before we go ashore. I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach.

I looked around and nobody was paying too much attention to me, so I stripped off my t-shirt and was now down to my white bra. Then I reached back and unclasped my bra and let it fall off my chest, exposing my boobs to the sun, my brother and everyone on the boat. I was pretty embarrassed because it was the first time my brother saw me topless, at least since I was very young. I could feel my face turn red. My brother said I shouldn’t be embarrassed because it’s normal here and everyone else is topless. He said I’d get used to it.

As we got off the boat we were greeted by one of my brother’s friend who lives on the island. He brought us to his house where he lives with his parents and siblings. We stayed there for the two days we were on the island.

It was a little awkward as I was introduced to the members of the family we stayed with. They were very friendly, and I got bare chested hugs from all of them including the dad. It’s not every day you find yourself with your bare breasts pressed against the bare chest of an older man you don’t know.

I offered to help make dinner that night. We did some of the prep sitting outside with the family, getting to know each other. To prepare one of the items I had to pound the ingredient with a large, heavy tool. As I was doing this I could feel my breasts bouncing around uncontrollably in front of everyone. I could have really used a bra in that instance as bras do provide some functional use.

The next day, the family we were staying with wanted to take us on a tour around their village. The mother thought it would be cool if I dressed up as a local. The locals basically wear colorful skirts called “lava lavas” which are made of banana fiber and hibiscus bark. I put on one of hers and have to admit they look pretty cool. It was a little difficult to tie the skirt and it unfortunately fell off my hips a few times, exposing half of my thonged-ass to those behind me. Other than the mooning, the village was awesome, and we met many locals including some politicians. It was a great to experience a different culture, the only downside was my sunburned nipples.

#12 Japanese Onsen
 

About: Stacy, 22 years old from Portland. She moved to Japan with her boyfriend Billy 3 months ago.

Hi all. Living in Japan these last few months has been amazing. I’d like to tell you about a recent experience at an onsen. If you don’t know what an onsen is, it’s a public bath where you go and bathe with other people. I know, to Americans this seems strange since we have our own bathroom, but it’s an iconic experience in Japan, so Billy and I decided to check one out.

The onsen we chose was near our apartment. It was a little strange to get used to, especially being naked around strangers. As a foreigner it’s hard to not stick out. This one was separated by sex, but I think I would have preferred something more private for Billy and I since my Japanese still isn’t good and it was hard for me to communicate with the local women who came over to talk to me.

Not knowing what our first experience would be like, Billy and I agreed to keep it to an hour and meet back in the lobby. When I got dressed and returned to the lobby I saw Billy talking with a short, chubby, older man. When I walked over, Billy introduced me to the man whose name was Haru. Billy met Haru in the bath and told him about me in the women’s bath and how he wished he could be with me at the onsen. Haru said he knew a place we could go that is co-ed where we could be in the bath together.

Haru said he’d come with us so he could navigate and we all got into our car. On the way to the onsen Haru told us a little about himself and I found out that he’s a physics professor who at one time taught in the US at Stanford, which is my alma mater. We exchanged some stories about Stanford and I found out that he knew some of the faculty members that I knew. It’s a small world after all.

We parked the car and got out. As we were crossing the street Haru told us to walk to a bridge and look out at the scenery. The onsen was outdoors and could be seen from the bridge. There were three older men in the bath. I should mention three very naked men, and the water was very clear, so I saw more than I would have liked - LOL.

We walked into a building that housed the entrance to the bath. There was a friendly guy who was working the door and after some chit-chat we paid our fees and were given two towels each, a modesty towel and a regular towel.

Then we were shown to an area where we were to disrobe and wash up before going through a door to the outside. The locker/shower area was separated by sex, so I walked in one door and Billy and Haru took the other door. The women’s area was empty and I got undressed and washed myself even though I had just done this a little earlier at the other onsen.

When I was done it was time to walk through the door to the onsen outside. I grabbed my modesty towel as you are supposed to and used it to cover my front. It didn’t cover very much, but covered my boobs and the bottom of the towel landed a few inches past my crotch. As usual with modesty towels, my back end was left uncovered.

As I walked out the door to the outside I noticed the bridge and a group of people looking down at the onsen area just as we had done earlier, but this time I was one of the naked people. Billy and Haru had already entered the bath and waved to me as I entered the outside area. As I walked to the bath a wind kicked up and blew my towel covering my lower nudity, flashing the others in the bath and those watching from the bridge.

As I got into the water I did as I was instructed in the last onsen and put the towel on top of my head after getting in the water. This was a little embarrassing as the water was very clear and as I looked out at my fellow bathers I saw five penises facing my direction. Billy had already met the other bathers and introduced me to them. We spent a little time getting to know each other and they were interested in why we were in Japan.

After about 15 minutes the guy we met working the front door came over to us with some tea and asked if we wanted some. It was very delicious. Then he told us that he had a second bath, but it was under renovations and would be ready in about a week. He was really excited about the bath and told us to take a walk with him to check it out. So Billy, Haru and I and our three new friends got out of the bath to follow him. I noticed at this point nobody really cared about covering up, so I got out of the bath to join the group and just held my modesty towel in my hand instead of using it to cover. The only clothed one of the seven of us led the way as the naked group followed behind. When we got to the new bath the attendant showed us all of the upgrades he did. It was a cool bath, we’ll have to go back one of these days.

After checking out the renovations we went back to the onsen. The three men we met at the onsen left and we were joined by a few new guys. I didn’t think about it at the time, but I was the only woman in the mixed bath while I was there. It would have been nice if there were other women, but at least I was able to spend time with Billy.

After we were done we drove Haru back to his car and exchanged numbers and made plans to check out a new restaurant together next week. Billy and I plan to explore more onsens as we adapt to life in Japan.

#13 - Rural Chinese Hospital
 

About: Michelle, 26 years old, originally from Seattle, Washington. She is living in China with her husband who works for a Chinese manufacturing company.

Story:
My husband and I have been living in Shanghai for most of the past year, where he works for a manufacturing company. It’s a modern city and I have great access to healthcare, which is important since I am 3 months pregnant. My doctor in Shanghai is a woman originally from Great Britain and a native English speaker, which makes the process easier.

About a month ago we had to temporarily relocate to a more rural part of the country as my husband is working on a project at a plant a long way from Shanghai. This past Tuesday I had some spotting and a little pain and thought it would be best to find a local doctor who could make sure that the baby was OK.

Not knowing where to go my husband asked his company’s benefits area about the local hospitals and doctors. They suggested I go to a hospital that was near our apartment. My husband couldn’t go with me as he had to work, but I headed out to the hospital.

When I got there, I told them my problem and asked if I could see a doctor. They told me I had two options, I could either go to their women’s clinic next door, but I would have to wait two days, or I could use the general hospital, but I wouldn’t be guaranteed a female doctor. If I chose the general hospital I only had about a 60-minute wait.

I didn’t want to wait two days, so I told them I’d stay here at the general hospital, but asked if I could have an English-speaking doctor. They said they couldn’t guarantee it, but would try to accommodate my request. Then they sent me to room 305 on the third floor.

The room was very large, like a gymnasium, and there was a nurse at a desk when you walk in the door. I gave my paperwork to the nurse and she said she would call me when it was my time, and that I should find a seat until then. There weren’t many seats available, but I found one and sat down. I stood out a little bit as the only westerner in the room.

In the large room were four adjoined curtained areas that were the exam rooms. The rest of the room was a waiting area where the patients and their families waited to be called. Right away I noticed when the room was a little quiet you could hear the doctors speaking with the patients.

Not only was there a lack of privacy due to being able to hear what the doctors were saying, but occasionally people in the waiting area would poke their heads into the curtained area to talk to the doctors. One person who went to speak with a doctor pulled the curtain back to the point that I saw a man with his pants down getting an injection in his butt. Nobody in the waiting area seemed to be surprised by that. At this point I was a little nervous for my exam, but I didn’t have much choice in this town. I guess people here are used to the lack of privacy in medical situations given the large population, and I’d have to adapt and go with the flow.

After waiting for over an hour the nurse called my name and told me to enter curtain #3. When I opened the curtain, I saw the last patient from behind, naked from the waist down putting her clothes on. It’s kind of an assembly line with little time to get ready from patient to patient.

As she finished getting dressed I met the doctor who was male, but who spoke decent English, so communication wasn’t a problem. I told the doctor the problems I was experiencing as the last patient left the area I was in.

After I finished describing my issue he told me to go to the area where I saw the previous patient getting dressed and take off everything from the waist down and get up on the table. The doctor continued scribbling notes as I walked over to the area he pointed out. Unfortunately, I was wearing pants today and had to strip them off along with my underwear. After I disrobed from the waist down I walked over to the table and got on it just as he was finished writing in his journal.

Once I was on the table the doctor moved over to a stool positioned near the table and helped guide my legs into the stirrups. The doctor started with an internal exam and while his fingers were inside me, the doctor in the area next to mine started talking to him in Mandarin. The next thing I know the other doctor moved the curtain aside and walked into my exam room and continued his conversation. When I looked into the adjoining room I saw an old man on the exam table, naked from the waist down just as I was. At least we were on equal footing. We both gave each other a sympathetic look and then looked away just as the doctors finished their conversation. Then the other doctor went back into his exam area and closed the curtain. I was nervous this morning about the thought of a stranger seeing my vagina, and now the count was at three strangers seeing my vagina this morning.

The doctor said he needed to do an ultrasound. He grabbed an internal ultrasound, also known as a “dildo cam” due to its shape and came over to me. He put a condom on the tool and lubed it up. Then he put it inside me and got down to business. Just as the exam started a woman from the waiting area entered the room and started talking to the doctor. I made out from the conversation that her son was a patient of the doctor and she was asking some follow up questions. During the whole conversation her eyes were laser-locked on my crotch. The count was now up to four that had seen my vagina this morning.

Luckily that only lasted about a minute and she left the room. About 15 or 20 seconds later I realized that the sounds of the people in the waiting area weren’t as muffled. I looked up and saw that the woman left the curtain where she entered open and some of the men and women in the waiting area could see in. I pointed it out to the doctor and asked him to close the curtain.

What I didn’t think about was once the doctor stood up and moved from between my legs, he gave the people watching an unobstructed view, me with my legs spread, dildo cam still inside me. The doctor walked over to the curtain and closed it. End of show. Now I’d estimate the number of people who saw my vagina this morning to be about 10 – 12.

When the doctor was done he told me that everything looked fine and pressed a button on his desk. Then he told me I could get dressed and helped me down from the table. As I was walking towards the dressing area the next woman walked in, getting a view of my ass just like I did the woman before me. Final count of those seeing my ass this morning, two including the doctor.

#14 - Honeymoon in Aruba
 

About: Emma 24 years old, from Biloxi, Mississippi. She just got married to Chuck.

Chuck and I got married in Biloxi on Saturday in a beautiful Southern wedding and are now on our honeymoon in Aruba. It’s been a relaxing honeymoon and we’ve been spending a lot of time at the beach. Yesterday while we were hanging out at the beach we were approached by a local woman from Aruba who asked if we’d like a couple’s massage. At first we said no, but she was very persistent in a friendly way. Her name was Amal and we talked for a while and got to know a little about her. She was so nice that we agreed to follow her for massages.

Amal has a booth on the beach where she gives massages and she took us to it. The booth is a wooden structure with curtains for privacy, but as it was windy the curtains didn’t provide much privacy. As we walked over, we could see the massage tables each time the wind blew.

When we entered the booth, we were introduced to George, a man in his 50s who we found out was Amal’s husband. George told us he was originally from Nigeria but moved to Aruba after meeting Amal. This was their family business and he is also a massage therapist. After a few minutes of small talk, it was time for the massage. Amal asked if we had a preference for which therapist we wanted for each of us. I know that Chuck doesn’t like massages from men, so I offered to take George and Chuck would get massaged by Amal.

Amal told us to strip everything off and cover ourselves with the sheets on the tables. I asked if we should strip completely, and Amal confirmed that she prefers we strip down completely to give the most relaxing massage. She said it’s not a big deal as all their clients do it.

George and Amal left the booth and we got undressed and covered ourselves with the sheets. Although this may normally have been a nervous situation with getting undressed and massaged in a booth on a crowded beach with only sheets to provide privacy, we were relaxed because of the drinks we consumed beforehand, the calming wind and the friendliness of Amal.

After we were under the sheets, George and Amal came back in the booth to begin the massage. It started with us lying on our stomachs. George moved the sheet off my back and gave me a deep back massage. When he was done with my back he massaged my feet and then moved the sheet to uncover my lower legs and massaged them.

When it came time to massage my upper thighs he surprised me by picking up the sheet and placing it on my back, completely exposing my legs and butt. I told myself it’s only a butt, no big deal and tried to relax. George’s upper leg massage then moved to a butt massage, but he was careful to only massage my outer butt and didn’t get close to anything “personal.” I was a little worried as he kneaded my butt about the view he may have gotten as my cheeks moved, but tried to relax and not clench up.

While my back end was getting massaged and totally exposed I heard someone enter the booth and heard a man’s voice talking to George and Amal. They told me not to worry, it was only their son who is also a massage therapist who works with them. They said they wanted to introduce us to him, so I turned my head around as best as I could to see their 20ish year old son standing near the foot of my massage table not far from my exposed ass. I told him it was nice to meet him and then put my head back down in embarrassment. I’m not sure if I was more embarrassed that he saw my bare ass, or that he saw his father massaging it. The son grabbed a set of keys that he came for and left the booth.

After the butt massage George covered me with the sheet and asked me to turn over. I managed to turn over while staying completely covered. This didn’t last long, as after a scalp and face massage he lowered the top half of the sheet to expose my breasts and stomach. Once again, I had to remind myself to relax as this is probably normal here. Every now and then I felt a breeze and felt the sun hit me, which meant the sheets moved and exposed me to anyone walking by. George gave me an inner and outer breast massage, which means he basically means he massaged everything but my nipples, and then massaged my stomach.

When he was done he covered up my top half and began working on my legs. As he worked his way up my front thighs the sheet kept moving higher. I could tell the sheet was barely covering my crotch and then while he was massaging my hip I felt the sheet move up to my stomach, exposing my lady parts to him. He just kept massaging me and didn’t seem concerned. Before the wedding I got a Brazilian, so at least I was tidy. I thought Chuck would be the only one to appreciate it, but it ended up being a two for one.

At this point he’s seen all of me and can’t unsee it, so I figured I might as well try to relax. He stayed professional and didn’t touch me inappropriately, although at one-point Amal started talking to him. I could tell he looked away from me to look at her as he talked, as he tried to continue massaging me. As he was looking away he moved his hand back on me to continue the massage and accidentally put it on my vagina. I could tell he was surprised as he realized where his hand was within a couple seconds and quickly moved it away.

When the massage was over George and Amal left the room and Chuck and I got dressed. When we were done we left the booth and thanked our therapists for a wonderful massage and then went to the hotel to take a nap. All things considered, a very relaxing day despite the unexpected public nudity.

I like your stories. Write more)

Thank you for the compliment. I plan to write more when I have time. I still have a few more ideas for stories. I just finished one today and will be posting it below.

#15 - Scavenger Hunt
 

About: Jodie 20 years old, originally from Savannah, Georgia, now attending university in Hong Kong.

Story:
Going to university in Hong Kong has been a great experience. I’m in a sorority at the university and we like to have various outings and activities. This past weekend we had a scavenger hunt. We found a list of activities for the scavenger hunt on the internet and modified them a little for our hunt, each with a point total. We then randomly picked teams of four and allotted 20 hours to do as many activities as possible. The team with the most points was the winner and would receive a dinner at an expensive restaurant in the city.

Some of the items on the list were to bake cookies, write a song about the sorority, and build a house out of tooth picks. I was paired up with two girls from Hong Kong and one from mainland China. The girls on my team were remarkably competitive and really wanted to win this scavenger hunt. We did as many activities as we could by 2am and then got a little sleep and woke up about 6:30am.

When we woke up we looked at the remaining list and what we thought we could complete by 9am, which was when we had to be back on campus to complete the hunt. The item on the list with the highest point total was for the team to take a picture naked next to a local landmark. This was kind of a joke item as nobody expected any team to take this challenge.

One of the girls on the team said that she knew of a local landmark, a clock tower, that wasn’t too far that should be relatively empty at this time of the day. One of the other girls said she was willing to do it too. I’m a very conservative person and didn’t really want to do it, but I also didn’t want to let down my team since they are also good friends, so I agreed to do it.

We ordered a cab since the landmark was 5 miles away and too far to walk given our time crunch. When the cab arrived we all hopped in. On the way over we debated how we wanted to pose for the picture. Some wanted to be shot from behind, others from the front covering up the private bits. There was also a case for posing from the side. In the end we decided to do all three poses and then we’d pick the one that was the best (and covered everything).

When we arrived we didn’t see any people around. We were initially happy by the lack of people, but then realized we’d need someone to take the picture with our cell phone. Our only option was to ask our very gruff cab driver if he’d get out of his car to take our picture. He initially resisted and said he wanted to pick up the next fair. We told him he could keep the meter running and that we’d need him to drive us back anyway.

He didn’t seem happy about it, but got out of his car and walked to the landmark with us. Due to his lack of English, he didn’t realize we were going to be posing naked until one of the girls told him in Cantonese on the walk over. He had a shocked look on his face. We picked the spot where we’d stand to pose and decided we had to hurry up and strip before we changed our minds or attracted a crowd.

In a flash we stripped completely naked and threw all of our clothes into a big pile next to the cab driver/photographer and ran butt ass naked to the spot where we were going to pose doing our best to cover up. We decided our first pose would be shot from behind looking over our shoulders at the camera. When I got into position and looked over my shoulder I noticed that some other people had arrived and were standing next to the cab driver watching our spectacle. If only we arrived a little earlier nobody would have been around.

After the cab driver took a few pictures we moved to the next pose which was from the side. We were all scrunched together trying to cover our private bits, and I could feel my sorority sister’s bodies pressed up against mine. It was kind of a weird to feel my friend’s pubic hair on my naked ass. Our last pose was facing forward and we used our hands and arms to hide our private areas, not only for the picture the cab driver was taking, but also for the pictures the small crowd were taking. Hopefully none of these pictures end up on the internet. If you ever see a nude picture of me on the internet, you’ll know how it happened.

After we were done taking pictures we ran back to our pile of clothes doing our best to cover up. Our clothes were now almost surrounded by the onlookers. Because we were in such a hurry to get undressed, all of our clothes were in a random pile. I decided to drop my guard and totally expose myself to the crowd as I start digging through the clothes. I found my bra and top first and put them on. I was now only bottomless and it made me think of that scene with Julianne Moore in Short Cuts. I then found my underwear and pants and put them on so I was fully covered.

Once we were dressed we walked with the cab driver back to his cab to head back to campus. The whole way he kept telling us how crazy we were. In the end we were the only team to take the naked photo challenge and easily smoked the other teams. Our team now gets bragging rights and we get to enjoy an expensive meal together. Because I did something out of the ordinary, this will be one of my cherished memories of going to university abroad.

#16 - Chile’s Next Nude Model
 

About: Lauren, 24 years old from San Jose, California; blogger, traveling around the world.

Story:

For the past year I’ve been traveling and writing about my experiences in my blog. I hope to someday make a career of travel writing. Since I don’t get paid to travel, I try to find odd jobs to make additional cash to help fund my trips. I just landed in Chile last week for what will be a tour of Central and South American countries. Chile is a very beautiful country, at least what I’ve seen so far.

The day after I landed I started looking for odd jobs to give me extra spending money. I often check universities because they usually have short-term jobs to help students make extra money. I checked out a local university and saw a bulletin board that was advertising jobs. Fortunately, I took a few years of Spanish in high school, and could read and understand the postings.

One of the jobs that caught my attention right away was to model for an upcoming art class. Since I was already on campus and was only going to be in town for a few days I thought I’d find the teacher and see about the opportunity. I asked around and was shown the direction to the teacher’s office. I wasn’t sure if he would be in, but thought I’d try just in case.

I got lucky, the teacher was in his office. He was an older man in his 60s and looked like they typical art teacher, very bohemian, but friendly. I told him about my adventures and that I would only be in town for a few days and asked if there was an opportunity for me to model for his class. He told me he needed a model for a class he was teaching the next day. He told me that that class was a human figure drawing class, and that the models pose nude, and asked if I’d be OK with that.

I don’t know why, but when I first decided to model it never dawned on me that I’d be asked to pose nude. I think I was just excited I found something that could potentially work. Now I felt a pit in my stomach as I learned the details.

I told the teacher I wasn’t comfortable with posing nude, but that I would be comfortable posing in a bikini. He told me it wasn’t possible, that if I wanted to job I’d have to pose nude. That’s what the students are expecting as part of their learning.

OK, I lost that part of the negotiation, as I had to either pose nude or walk away, but thought I’d try to at least increase my fee for posing. The teacher agreed to give me 50% more than the advertised rate. I accepted.

The next day I came back to the campus and went to the teacher’s office just before 1pm. He showed me the classroom where I’d be posing, which was on the other side of the hall a few rooms down from his office. He told me he was going to the classroom to start the class, and that I can get undressed in his office and put on a robe he had hanging on a hook and then go to the classroom. The teacher left the room and I grabbed the robe and moved over to a part of his office that was hidden from the window on the door. I quickly stripped everything off and put on the robe.

I took a deep breath and walked into the hallway. There were students walking through the halls. This immediately brought back memories of nightmares I had as a kid of being naked in school, only this time it was real. I held the robe tightly around me and walked as quickly as I could to the classroom, opened the door and walked in. It was a small auditorium with a space in the middle for the model and chairs and easels situated in a circle around the central area.

The teacher introduced me to the class and told them I was traveling from the US and would be their model today. The teacher told me I would be doing four poses, each facing a different part of the class so students will get practice drawing from different points of view.

The teacher said they were ready to proceed and asked me to hang up the robe and move to the center of the room. Here we go. I took a deep breath and removed the robe, gently placed it on a chair and walked naked to the center area of the room surrounded by the students who would be drawing me.

The teacher walked next to me and started to describe my first pose when the door to the room opened and two students walked in. They were obviously in the wrong room, as when they looked up and saw me standing in the room naked they stopped in their tracks and backed out of the room.

The teacher explained the first pose. With this one I was facing the front of the class, sitting on the floor in a crouched position. This at least gave me the advantage of hiding much of my body. It felt weird being the only nude person in front of these people, but I guess it’s normal in the art world.

For the next pose, I sat on a chair facing the back of the class with my arms at my sides. After we were done with that pose I was told I could take a break, so I walked back and put the robe on. Then I decided I’d walk around and check out the drawings of the students. They were all very talented. I wish I could have taken some of the drawings with me.

This gave me an opportunity to talk with the students. We spoke in Spanish because most didn’t speak English. They came from all over Central and South America. I told them about the countries I would be visiting and they told me some of the places I should check out.

After the break I went into the third pose, which was facing the left side of the room. For this one I stood up with my arms outstretched. This one took a little more energy to keep my arms up. Part way through the pose my allergies got the best of me and I let out three big sneezes in a row. I’ve never sneezed in front of people while nude, so I laughed a little to myself thinking how ridiculous it must have looked to them.

It was finally time for the fourth and final pose facing the right side of the room. In this one the teacher brought a blanked and asked me to lie down on my back and use my elbows to prop the top half of my body up. It was a little uncomfortable and the teacher noticed the look on my face and asked if I could smile a little. He said he wanted this pose to be a “little sexy.” Excuse me? I just ignored him, cracked a smile and kept my pose.

After we were done with the last pose I walked over and put the robe back on. The students and teacher thanked me for posing for them. Then I walked through the crowded hall again back to the teacher’s office and got dressed. Five minutes after I was dressed the teacher entered the room and paid me. He said I did a great job and asked if I wanted to pose for another class later that week. I told him I couldn’t as I had other commitments and then I left his office. Of all the odd jobs I’ve done since I’ve been traveling, this was the strangest. It was a good experience, but I don’t think I’ll be doing it again.

Awesome stories
 

These are great stories, that have a sense of realism. Would you be able to write from the perspective of a husband describing the exposure of his wife in this style as well?

Thanks for the kind words. It’s hard to tell if other people like my stories since I think most people on OCC come for the pictures and not the stories. It’s good to hear they are appreciated. I have a few stories in outline or draft form that I want to finish, but after those I’ll try writing a few from the husband’s point of view.

#17 - The Naked Anthropologist
 

About: Maggie, 33 years old from London, England; she is an anthropologist.

The story:

I’ve been in London for a few weeks after spending three months with a remote tribe in Ethiopia. I’m going to write a paper for a journal to share my experiences, but thought I’d share some stories with you on my blog. The topic for today is cultural nudity.

I grew up in London and was a city girl my whole life. I was very prudish and wasn’t comfortable with my body, or being naked in front of my female classmates at school. Fortunately, there weren’t many occasions where I was expected to be naked in front of others. This is much different from the experiences of the people in the Ethiopian village where I lived for a few months. In that village it is very hot and women are often topless or wearing just a bra on top. Bras are a somewhat new addition as some women just started wearing them in the last ten years.

There isn’t a sense of modesty there and men and women don’t care who see their bits throughout the course of their day. I was a little nervous about this as I settled into village life. In the beginning I was more of a detached observer, and chose to dress how I thought anthropologists should dress, which is to say I wore long sleeve shirts and long pants and boots. I have to admit is was pretty hot there, so when I took a trip to a nearby city I stocked up on t-shirts and shorts which became my new uniform.

My first uncomfortable situation came the day after I arrived when the woman whose family I lived with told me we were going to the river to bathe. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but came prepared with a bikini for this purpose. After we arrived at the river, the women we were with stripped down naked and got in the water. I stripped down to my bikini and joined them. I think they thought I was weird as they were all laughing at me, but they didn’t say anything to me about it. My bikini bath became my daily ritual with the women.

One day I was busy writing and my host said we were going to the river a little earlier today because she had things to do. I said OK and we walked over with some of the other women. I didn’t realize until we arrived that due to the heat I didn’t put on my bikini top and was only wearing my t-shirt on top. I panicked for a few seconds and then realized I was going to have to bathe topless because I didn’t want to make a scene.

The other women had undressed first and after stripping down to my bikini bottoms and t-shirt I removed my shirt. As I walked to the water the women screamed in surprise. They seemed happy to see me with my boobs out. One of the women grabbed my breasts and was feeling them. I wasn’t sure what that was all about until my host told me that the last western woman who stayed with them had implants and they weren’t sure if I had implants. I assured them that my C cups were real. I washed up quickly and got dressed. The men in the village frequently walk by the river and I didn’t want them to walk by when I was topless. I felt uncomfortable when they saw me in my bikini and didn’t want to be seen in less. I dodged a bullet as none of the men walked by. After that experience I made sure to wear my bikini top so I didn’t get caught off-guard.

My second uncomfortable experience was later that night when I was in the hut with my hosts. When we were eating dinner, my female host told her husband about the bathing situation and mentioned that I forgot my top and bathed topless. That led to an intense discussion between them that I believe was about whether or not I had breast implants. Damn that last woman who stayed with them. They probably think all western women have implants. The woman got pretty animated and had me get up and walk over to the man. She pulled up my shirt to my neck and then flipped my bra up so that my boobs popped out. She said “See, I told you…” and then invited him to check for himself. He then did what I would describe as similar to squeezing a stress ball to confirm they were real. Man, that woman with fake boobs must have really made an impression.

My final brush with nudity came on my last day with them. We grew very close and the tribe decided to throw me a big ceremony in my honor that was just like ones they had done for hundreds of years for major occasions. I wasn’t sure what to expect when several of the women took me into one of the huts. My host told me that this ceremony was very old and they followed the old customs for it. Although the tribe wears some clothes these days, they go naked for the ceremony to honor their ancestors’ ways. She told me that although she knew I was modest, she hoped that I could embrace their culture and make an exception for the ceremony.

I was feeling a lot of love and acceptance from the women in the hut and decided I had to break down my wall as an observer of the tribe and become one of them for the night, so I agreed to embrace their culture. The women started to undress to prepare for the ceremony and I joined them. I felt a little resistance when I was down to my panties, but decided to pull them down and bare all to my friends in the hut.

The women noticed right away that it had been months since I shaved down below. The women of this tribe shave their pubic hair completely and said they couldn’t let me walk around looking like that. One of the women had a razor and knelt down in front of me and started to shave me. She was very thorough and hands on and left no part unshaven. While I was being shaved I felt someone behind me spread my butt cheeks. It was the “crazy old woman” of the tribe and she proclaimed to the group that I had an anus just like theirs. She’s probably in her 50s, but has the mind of a younger girl. The other women laughed as if to say “no kidding” as my face turned beet red.

The women in the ceremony aren’t actually totally naked, as they apply a few lines of paint on their bodies and wear a thin rope around their waists. The women painted me a little, although it didn’t cover anything but a few lines on my legs and back and then they put a thin rope around my waist. In this moment I felt bonded with these women.

After we were ready, the ceremony was going to start. We left the hut and reality set in as I felt the sun on my naked body on a field in Africa. My host took me over to where her husband was with some of his friends. I have to admit I felt self-conscious as I wasn’t entirely comfortable being naked in front of the men of the village. I got a lot of attention from them in the beginning, but it died down once the novelty wore off. After that my comfort level increased.

The ceremony was amazing and I cried when it was over and hugged the members my new “family” while totally naked, feeling the warmth of their bodies against mine. It wasn’t sexual in any way, but brought us together as human beings in the world. The next day I traveled to the airport and flew back to London. I plan to write up my experience and then go wherever life leads me next, but I hope to go back to Ethiopia to visit my friends someday.

#18 - Colonoscopy in India
 

About: Anna, 22 years old from New Jersey; recently graduated from college

Story:

Earlier this week I had a medical issue while on vacation visiting my college friend Gita in India. I’ve been staying with Gita and her family and they’ve been sharing their Indian cuisine and culture with me. I got my first sign of a problem a couple days before I flew to India when I noticed some blood in my stool. I don’t like being ill, so I convinced myself that it wasn’t anything serious and I ignored the issue. A couple nights ago when I went to the bathroom there was more blood and it really freaked me out.

I wasn’t sure what to do, but I confided in Gita and asked her what she thought I should do. She told me that her Uncle Sanjay was a gastro doctor and she left a message for him to call us to discuss what he thought I should do. A couple hours later Uncle Sanjay called and asked for my symptoms. I told him the problem I was having and he suggested I schedule an appointment with his office for a colonoscopy. I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy at the prospect and always thought I was 20+ years from my first colonoscopy, but I was concerned and would have done whatever he suggested. He gave Gita a list of items to purchase from the store for the prep that I was to follow the next day.

Gita’s family only have two bathrooms, and I unfortunately was camped out in one most of the day while doing my prep. I was embarrassed and apologized to the family, but they were very understanding.

The day after my prep I went with Gita to her uncle’s clinic. After waiting for 20 minutes a nurse came and brought us to Uncle Sanjay’s office. He was a short, bald, 50ish man who was very friendly. Gita was happy to see him as he is her favorite uncle. After we talked about their family for a while it was time to discuss the procedure, and Gita left the room.

Uncle Sanjay explained the procedure to me. After he mentioned sedation I told him I had bad experiences with sedation in the past for other procedures and I asked to do the colonoscopy without it. Beforehand I did some research and read that some people choose to have a colonoscopy without sedation and although it is uncomfortable, it is doable. Uncle Sanjay reluctantly agreed to let me have the procedure without sedation, but wanted me to speak to the anesthesiologist first. I went over to the anesthesiologist’s office and told him I wouldn’t need sedation. He seemed a little cranky and he lost his temper a bit and treated me like a dumb kid who didn’t know my own best interest. He told me if I did it without sedation that I’d regret the decision. I told him I was willing to take that chance and he shooed me out of his office with a hand gesture.

After meeting with the anesthesiologist, the nurse had me go with her to the changing room. She told me to take everything off, except that I could keep my bra on, and put on the gown with the opening in the back. After I gowned up I was shown to a waiting room with other patients who were there for the same procedure, all wearing the same gown I had on. When it was time to join the nurse for my procedure I made sure to close the back of my gown as I got up and walked with her.

When I walked into the room the anesthesiologist was in there. The nurse said that although I wasn’t going to be sedated she needed to put a tube in my hand in case I changed my mind. The anesthesiologist was in the room for the same reason. I looked over to him as he gave me a dirty look. I’m not exactly sure why he was so upset, but maybe that’s just his personality.

When Uncle Sanjay and a second nurse entered the room the first nurse asked me to get up on the table. Then she told me to lie down on my side and covered me with a blanket and then asked me to pull my knees up as close to my chest as possible.

Uncle Sanjay said he would examine me first for any obstructions, and then begin the colonoscopy. Right after he said this the nurse pulled back the blanket and moved my gown exposing my butt to the doctor and everyone else in the room. The doctor then lifted my top butt cheek and I could almost feel his eyes examining the exterior of my ass. Then he said he would have to do a quick rectal to check for internal obstructions such as hemorrhoids. The nurse put lube on his finger and he parted my ass again and stuck his finger in and moved it around for a few seconds before withdrawing it. The exam didn’t hurt too bad, but was made worse by the fact that it was my friend’s uncle doing the exam and that I had an audience that included the crabby anesthesiologist.

After the exam it was time for the main show. The doctor applied lube to the camera and then it was time to begin. While the doctor was getting ready to start I and the others in the room had a front row “seat” to watch the large screen that showed the camera’s view. One of the nurses assisted the doctor by holding up my butt cheek and on the screen I could see my butthole appearing larger as the camera got closer. Then the doctor spread it a little with his free hand while he inserted the camera into my rectum. One second we were outside my butt and the next second I saw the inside of my butt on the journey through my colon. The doctor then inflated my colon by pumping in air, which made me feel like a balloon.

I have to admit it was pretty cool to watch the camera move inside me, and it didn’t hurt as much as I thought, it just felt a little weird. The doctor praised me for my colon prep as the view was pretty clear. The worst part came a little later when the doctor was having trouble moving the camera through a turn in my colon. The nurse put her hand on my stomach trying to help move it around, but it didn’t help. The doctor said the next step is to change positions and he asked me to turn over onto my back. When I turned on my back I was pretty exposed as the blanket and gown we not covering me and my vagina was “all out there,” but I didn’t really care at that moment as I just wanted the camera to keep moving and end my pain. Once the camera made the turn the doctor had me get back on my side and the nurse covered me back up.

The rest of the experience was much easier. Moving up the colon was harder than moving back down it. I had a couple polyps and got to watch them being removed. After the scope was out the nurse helped me by wiping my butt to remove any lube and anything else that may have gotten on me. The nurse told me I could get off the table, and on my way down I held the back of my gown. After all that I didn’t lose my modesty. As I took my first step I let out the loudest and longest fart of my life. The nurse laughed as said it always happens due to the air that is added to your colon.

After not being able to eat prior to the procedure I was really looking forward to dinner. Gita’s mom cooked a homemade Indian dish and invited Uncle Sanjay, her brother, for dinner so I ended up sitting across from the man who took my anal virginity (LOL).

#19 - The Reed Dance
 

About: Faith, 21 Years old from Cape Town, South Africa

Hello friends and family, here’s the update of my latest adventure in Swaziland. As many of you know, I grew up in South Africa, but traveled a lot with my parents when I was younger. When I was 10 years old, we traveled to Swaziland where we attended the reed dance. For those of you who never heard of the reed dance, it takes place every year. It is a traditional dance and ceremony where Swazi maidens dance for the royal family. One of the requirements is for girls to be at least 21 and still a virgin.

After attending the dance and learning the history of it, I became obsessed with the idea of taking part in the event myself. Throughout the years there have been girls from outside Swaziland who have participated in the reed dance. Usually they did not follow the same rules and restrictions as the local girls. After many years of allowing non-Swazi girls to participate, a new requirement was instituted that everyone who participates must follow the same rules.

To show I am taking this experience seriously, I have been living in Swaziland for the past two months, learning the dance and Swazi culture. I’ve had fun and made many new friends.

One of the requirements that non-Swazi girls in the past avoided was submitting to the virginity test. Since I was required to follow the same rules, I had to be tested. The organizers gave me a date and time to go to a house in the village for the test. When I entered the house there was a line of girls waiting for the test. The line started outside a curtained area that was being used as the testing area. The line moved quickly and when the girl in front of me was done and left the curtained area I entered through a break in the curtain.

There were three local women in their late 40's or early 50's sitting on the floor. They seemed pleasant, but were all business as they asked me to remove my underwear and sit on the floor in front of them. I reached under my dress and slipped my underwear off and sat down on the floor in front of them. They asked me to lie back, pull up my skirt to my waist and spread my legs, so I followed their instructions.

The woman sitting directly in front of me put on rubber gloves. Then she put her hands on my thighs and spread them even farther apart. The other two women stared intently as the woman with gloves spread my labia to do a visual inspection. Although embarrassing, I tried to relax and not let my anxiety get the best of me. The women said something to each other, but I couldn’t understand what they said. Then the lead woman inserted her index finger into my vagina and felt around inside for a few seconds before taking it out. She then snapped off the glove and said I could get up and put my underwear back on and that I passed the test. I’m not exactly sure how they can tell whether or not I’m a virgin as I’ve been riding horses for years and my hymen is no longer intact, but I appreciate their verdict. After I left the curtained area some of the girls I knew asked if I passed and I told them I did. They were exited I’d be participating with them and gave me high fives.

When the day of the dance arrived, I met the girls I’ve been practicing with for the past two months at a local house. One pre-ceremony ritual is to bathe in the morning in a nearby river. The girls and I undressed in the house and wrapped blankets around ourselves so we wouldn’t have to bring our clothes to the river where they could get muddy. I’m a little shy, so I undressed under my blanket while most of the other girls let it all hang out. Then we left the house and walked to the river wrapped in our blankets, getting attention from everyone we passed.

When we got to the river I was surprised there were a couple dozen men, women and children on the banks. They were standing around talking amongst themselves and to the girls bathing in the river. I think they were mostly family members of the girls. Without shyness, the other girls stripped off their blankets, careful to hang them up on a nearby tree to make sure they stayed dry and clean, and then walked into the river. It was clear I was to follow their lead so I took off my blanket, hung it up with the rest and hurried to the river that would shield me from the onlookers. I tried not to look at the small crowd, but out of the corner of my eye I saw my white skin was attracting some attention.

When I walked into the river I was surprised the water was barely above my knees. I followed the other girls’ lead and sat down in the water for modesty, as the water wasn’t very clear. Now I felt less exposed to the crowd. When we were done bathing, we walked to our blankets hanging from the trees, dried off and wrapped the blankets around ourselves for the walk back to the house.

When we got back to the house we dressed in our traditional costumes. In the past, very few non-Swazi girls went topless, but due to the rule change I was required to wear the same traditional costume that lacked a top. I guessed it wouldn’t be as traumatic as my fully nude bath in front of the villagers, but there were so many spectators that it felt weird being topless in front of them. Not only were there people from Swaziland, but there were people from all over who came to watch including international press. I also learned dancing vigorously without a bra can be a little painful.

The dance was great, I didn’t make any mistakes. After the dance the king asked to meet me. He thanked me for attending the dance and for respecting their culture. As I was talking to the king, members of the media asked if we could pose for a picture together, so there are probably topless photos of me with the king in various newspapers around the world as mementos of my cultural experience.

#20 - Behind the Curtain
 

About: Beth, From San Francisco, California. Living in Tokyo, Japan for a year working as a teacher.

The school I teach at in Tokyo requires mandatory annual medical exams for all teachers. The school schedules the exams for us at a nearby medical facility. My exam was scheduled for this morning and I got the day off from school. The place was huge and confusing to get around from area to area. They gave me a piece of paper with 7 different exams I required and each took place in different areas of the facility. Everything had gone well for me with the first six tests. Basic tests such as blood, urine, vision, hearing, etc.

When I checked the sheet for my seventh and final test I was directed to the gynecology department. It took me about 15 minutes to find the department and check in. When my name was called they asked me to go to a small room with a desk and chairs. It wasn’t a doctor’s office, but an interview room. After waiting for 10 minutes a doctor and nurse walked into the room. The nurse looked almost too young to be a nurse. She was probably in her mid-twenties, but looked like she was still in high school. The doctor was the opposite. He was probably around fifty, but looked more like he was seventy. The doctor had a binder and was going through a list of questions for me to answer. It was the typical questions about periods, my sex life and other private things I wouldn’t normally discuss with an older man I didn’t know.

After I answered the questions, the doctor told the nurse to show me to the exam room. We left the interview room and walked down a hall that had numbers on the doors, 1 to 10. She told me to go into door #3 and wait for her and the doctor. I opened the door and walked into a very small room with a mechanical chair and a curtain on the other side of the room instead of a wall. I wasn’t completely surprised, as my friends told me about the procedure in Japan and how you sit in the chair and it moves to position your legs on the other side of the curtain where the doctor is. It is supposed to spare you the embarrassment of having to look the doctor in the eye while his eyes are on your vagina. One of my friends who has lived in Japan for a long time told me this option is better than her first exam here. She said for her first exam in Japan 20 years ago they examined her in an open area where doctors and nurses were walking about. They gave her a small towel to cover her face to save her from embarrassment while she was examined within eyeshot of anyone walking by.

My happiness for this improved setup was lessened when I heard talking on the other side of the curtain. I decided to be adventurous and walk through to the other side of the curtain to see what it looked like. When I saw what was on the other side it shocked me. On the other side was an office area with desks and medical staff. People were moving about like they would in any other office. Unlike most offices there are ten adjoining rooms like mine hidden by ten curtains, and if there were patients being examined in all ten rooms you can look over from your desk and see ten sets of spread legs undergoing gynecological exams. I’m not sure how they can concentrate on their work, but I guess they get used to it.

While I was checking out the other side of the curtain I started to realize it was a big mistake crossing the line to the other side. There is a certain anonymity that comes from staying on my side of the curtain which makes it a little easier to flash my crotch to the room. I was starting to get looks from the medical staff at their desks, probably taking note of whose privates were about to be on their side of the curtain in room #3. There were also two guys who were definitely not medical staff, but were on a ladder working on the lighting 15 feet from my exam room. As I was thinking about how surprising it was they had maintenance guys in this room during exam hours one of the guys saw me looking over at him and smiled politely and nodded his head to greet me. I gave him a head nod back and went back to the safety of the other side of the curtain.

A minute after I stepped back to the private side of the curtain I heard the nurse’s voice tell me to take everything off from the waist down and sit on the mechanical chair. After undressing and sitting my bare ass on the crinkly paper on top of the chair it really hit me how much more embarrassing it is now that I know what is on the other side of the curtain. Ignorance is bliss. If I hadn’t stepped to the other side I may have gotten some curious looks given I’m a natural blonde, but at least they wouldn’t be able to put a face to the vagina.

The doctor said it was time to start the exam and the chair started to move, putting me in more of a lying position while it spread my legs and then moved my legs under the curtain. My bottom half was now exposed to the doctor, nurse and anyone else in the room. I was then poked and prodded by fingers, speculums and internal ultrasound devices. After the exam was over the chair reversed course and moved my legs back into the private room, closed my legs and lifted me from a reclining position to a sitting position. The nurse told me to get dressed and meet them back in the original interview office. When I got there the doctor who had just exam me was sitting at the desk and told me everything looked good, and I would be sent the lab results in a few days.

Since I had the day off of work I decided to go to a small drug store across from the hospital to buy a few items I needed. As I was walking through the vitamin aisle I ran into the maintenance guy who was working on the ceiling. When he saw me, it was obvious he recognized me from the medical center as he greeted me like an old friend with konnichiwa and head nod like before. Feeling obliged, I greeted him back as my face turned red. I’m not sure of the proper etiquette in this situation, but it would have been better if he acted like I was a complete stranger. I don’t need him acknowledging he was within eyeshot of my exam. If you ever find yourself in Japan in my situation, ignore your curiosity and stay on your side of the curtain.