Ever played Doctors and Nurses?
Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2026 3:48 pm
2, The Twins / Doctors and Nurses!
This post is regarding an experience from my early period, up until I was about 25 years old, when I was always acutely shy and embarrassed about my private parts. At the time when I had a strong awareness of the need to keep my private parts private, covered, hidden, and unseen. At a time when the very worst thing that could ever possibly happen is for them to be exposed and seen. At this time, I was seriously inside my ENM shell, and this is second event (the first being a medical examination – posted here….) that lead me many years later, to begin to think: This is intolerable, and I need to begin to do something to overcome this, and begin to hatch a plan to force me to overcome my fears, and begin to come out of my ENM shell.
I was 10 years old. I had made school-friends with twin girls of my age. They lived further down on my street. In the long summer school holidays, we became best friends. We often spent days together as a three. One day, one of the twins suggested that we go to the woods and play doctors and nurses. The other girl agreed that this was a good idea. I had absolutely no idea what this game was, what was involved, nor what was coming, but I agreed to it anyway. Off into to the woods we trailed. We stopped at a quiet secluded spot at the edge of the woods overlooking an open field to play the game.
The girls explained the game: ‘One of us is the doctor, one of us is the patient, the patient tells the doctor what is wrong with them, the doctor takes a look, and we take it in turns’. I thought ‘OK, that seems like simple, easy, harmless fun, let’s play doctors and nurses’. One of the girls told me that I was first to be the patient, and that one of them would be the doctor, and that I had to tell the doctor what was wrong with me. ‘Doctor’, I said, ‘I’ve got a sore tummy’. ‘No’, they said, ‘it has to be something down there’, pointing down to my private parts.
Oh, so, now then, this is quite a different game to what I thought it was going to be! It is more than ‘I’ve got a sore bit’, it’s more of ‘I’ve got a sore naughty bit’. But surely, they won’t actually be taking a look or anything there. I certainly didn’t expect them to, and I certainly didn’t want them to! And I certainly did not want to ‘wimp out’ of the game, not now that we had only just started playing. I took the approach of ‘Let’s just play, and see how this pans out’.
‘Doctor, I’m sore down there’ I said, pointing down to my private parts. That was clearly well received and approved by the girls as playing the game properly.
I really didn’t know where this was going and what was going to come next.
The girl playing the doctor told me to undo my shorts and lift my tee-shirt. I unbuttoned and unzipped my short trousers, and lifted my tee-shirt as requested. She stood in front of me. I was like a rabbit in the headlights, I was thinking surely she is not actually going to go ahead and do something outrageous like pull out the waistband of my pants and have a look down inside, surely, what I fear might possibly happen, is not going to actually happen, that would be a step too far, oh my, what have I let myself in for here, I really really do not want this to go any further down any of that route. Is it actually possible that she would actually be so bold as to look down inside my pants to see my little willy ‘sore area’. I do not want her to see my willy. Now, is perhaps the moment to ‘wimp-out’.
She squatted down in front of me, and in the next moment, she pulled my shorts and pants down to my ankles.
It was a moment too late to stop what had just happened. This was way beyond my worst fears of just a brief look down inside the waistband of my pants. I was suddenly and unexpectedly very naked and exposed. My ‘little willy and tiny balls’ were out and free for all to see, and both girls were staring and looking down there with a great deal of interest and some giggling. I could not believe what had just happened. I was shocked and mortified. I kind of did my best to just ‘style it out’, I didn’t react, perhaps I was now playing the part of ‘oh yeah, this is what happens in this game, I know that, I know this game, I’m ok with that, I can play this game, you can look and see my private parts, go ahead, I don’t mind, it’s the game, yeah’.
I did mind, I minded very much. Inside my head I was crushed and withering. My willy and balls were out and exposed and being looked at. My very private parts were seen, stared at, studied, and were being scrutinised in detail by these girls. But more shockingly still, next, I was touched, held, and fiddled with. Seeing is one thing, touching is quite another, this had already gone a step way too far. But I still didn’t react. The other girl looked on, giggling.
After a few minutes of this torture, I was asked something like ‘is that better now’. ‘Yes, thankyou Doctor’ seemed to be the reply that would end this humiliation. It did, and I was very relieved to be able to pull my shorts and pants back up.
Was that the game over now, I hoped so, but, no. Now, I was told, it was my turn to be doctor.
Mmmn, now, the glove is very much on the other hand. I didn’t actually really want to do it. I didn’t want to embarrass the girl and make her feel ashamed in any way similar to how I had been embarrassed and ashamed. Furthermore, I didn’t want to embarrass and shame myself by going ahead and doing this and looking at her private parts, especially as the girls would know what I was doing and see me looking. It was all too much. But I knew that the game meant that I was to go ahead and examine the girl that had stepped forward as the patient. I knew the sequence of the game now, and what I had to do now, plus, the girls seemed to be perfectly ok with the game, and bizarrely, to my mind, they actually seemed to want it to go ahead and have their private parts exposed and examined. I remained keen to appear fine with it all, not wimp out, and just style it out. A part me, inside, was actually a little curious, and wanted to see a girl’s private parts, and now was a perfectly presented opportunity. There had been a sudden turn of the tide in my mind, from crushing embarrassment in one moment, over to a piqued interest in the realisation that I was possibly about to set my eyes upon a girl’s naked private parts for the very first time.
‘Doctor, I’m sore down there’, she said as she pointed to her lower regions.
I said something like ‘ok, lift your dress up, I’ll have a look’. She lifted her dress up to her chest and I squatted down in front of her. There, right in front of me was this girl with her little white knickers on, but otherwise nothing else but bare skin from tummy to toe.
The reality of what I was expected to do, what was about to happen next, what I was about to do, what I had to do, now dawned heavily upon me. Oh my goodness, am I really going to do this? I’ve got to. The game dictated that I was expected to pull this girl’s knickers down, and look, examine, and touch her private parts. I had to just go ahead and do it.
I didn’t quite know what to expect as to what was actually behind that thin veil of cotton that was her knickers. These little knickers were the only thing keeping her decent, and what would I find inside of those knickers, when the knickers were down, and decent had become indecent, and that boundary was crossed. I’d never seen a real girl’s private parts ever before. I’d seen simple line drawings of the female form in outlines etc, but all these basic line drawings showed me was that there was just a short simple line from between the legs to just a little way up towards the tummy. It did all seem very odd to me. Girls were strangely different. There was no willy, no balls. There was nothing, just this little line. That’s just the way it is. It’s just the way boy’s and girl’s are made. It was a simple as that. I did, now, in that moment, actually quite want to find out, and see the real thing for real.
I reached out and took the waistband of her knickers at her hips into my hands, and I began to pull her knickers down. In that very first moment, as her knickers came down, and began to reveal her private area, I got to see the first momentary glance of THAT line, My eyes followed her knickers all the way down to her ankles as I pulled them down. In my peripheral vision I could still see her private area, and that line. I couldn’t wait for the next instant to look up and see it properly.
I had done it. I had pulled her knickers down to her ankles. Her private parts were out and exposed!
My gaze now shifted from the kickers down at her ankles, and up to her now gloriously revealed naked private parts, and there it was. It was there, right in front of me, one foot from my eyes. Wow! There it is. I couldn’t believe it. It was just like the line that I had seen on the simple line drawing. So, that is just what they actually look like. I was seeing the real thing for the very first time. It looked slightly different to being a just a simple line in the simple line drawing. It became clear to me that the line had in fact more structure that I had expected, it now appeared to be a fold in the skin. It was a big moment. It was a big reveal.
She placed her feet as far apart as her knickers would allow, and pushed her hips forward, thrusting her private parts further towards me. This, I took as a message, a reminder, and an invitation to touch her. She wanted this. I wanted this, but at the same time, I didn’t want this. I felt that I was ‘way out of my depth’ with what was going on here. Seeing is one thing, touching is quite another, and now it was my turn to go ahead, and cross that line, and touch her. I knew that I just had to get on and do it, play the game, and do what the play script required.
I reached out with a hand and stroked her slit gently with my fingers. It was soft, it was warm, it was pliable. It was quite different to anything that I had ever seen or touched. It was special. I stroked her from hip to hip, and all around her pubic area (although she had no hair there yet). After a minute or so of ‘taking my turn’ by touching and stroking her (all under the pretend guise of a doctor’s medical examination of course), I said something like ‘is that better now’. ‘Yes, thankyou Doctor’ she said, (confirming that the examination was sufficient), and she pulled her knickers up and dropped her dress back down. I was very glad to have seen my first girl’s naked private parts, but certainly not at the cost of the exchange of having my own private parts seen and interfered with. But now it was all done, all over, and we were back to normal, back to where we had started, and I was very relieved for it to be all over at last.
But, It still wasn’t over.
It was now the other twin’s turn to be the doctor now, with me as the patient again! Yeah, we’ve all got to take turns right.
The process was repeated with the other twin examining me. I remember that this twin was much firmer: my pants were pulled all the way down, as before, but this time I had to step out of them, my pants were completely off, my tee-shirt was up, over my head, and completely taken off, I was completely and utterly naked. This twin was so much more bold, daring, hands on, and firm. I was asked to turn around, bend over, feet apart, stick your bum out, and my bottom was fondled and my anus touched as she said ‘bum hole’, and the girls sniggered. I was asked to stand up straight and turn back around to face her, feet apart, hips pushed forward, willy out and forwards. One of her hands was placed on my little balls, the other on my willy. There was lots of touching, feeling, fiddling, and fondling. Finally, after a few minutes, came the question from the doctor ‘is that better’. ‘yes, thankyou doctor’, was the answer to signal that the turn was done. I had stood completely naked and totally exposed in front of these two girls for several minutes, It was the very stuff of my very worst nightmare! But, at last, it was now all over. Thank goodness for that, never to be repeated again please.
But it still wasn’t over.
It was now the other twins turn to be the patient now, with me as doctor again. There was still a turn to do!
The process was repeated once again but with me examining the other twin. I was encouraged to be firmer with this girl, and do it properly, like I had been shown, like she did to me: Her knickers were down and she had to step out of them, her knickers were completely off, her dress was up, over her head, and completely taken off. She was completely and utterly naked. I was so much bolder, daring, hands on, and firm with this girl, as she had been with me, this was level II of the game. As she did with me, I asked her to turn around, bend over, feet apart, stick bum out, and I fondled her bottom and touched her anus as I said ‘bum hole’. Sniggers again! (I also saw a little of her labia minora and her vagina entrance from this viewpoint, but I didn’t know what they were at the time of seeing this, it just appeared to be some detail, some difference, within that simple line / fold / slit, that I didn’t understand). I told her to stand up straight and turn back around to face me, feet apart, hips pushed forward. Both of my hands were busy examining her everywhere between her legs and up and down along that slit. There were several minutes of touching, feeling, and fondling. Finally, it came time to ask the question ‘is that better’. ‘yes, thankyou doctor’, was the answer to signal that the turn was sufficiently done. At last, it was all over.
Finally, it was over now. I was so relieved. I had been examined by both girls, and I had examined both girls.
At the time, I thought of it as highly significant, embarrassing, shameful, and something that I never wished to be repeated.
Of course, having my private parts exposed, was repeated, many times, in varying scenarios over the coming years, and I simply retreated a little further into my little ENM shell. In each and every case, the ‘perpetrators’ were always female. It occurred to me that all girls seem to be sexual perverts who will always try and trick an unsuspecting innocent boy into showing his willy.
This was the second of many mortifyingly embarrassing pants down – willy out on show – being looked at situations to come, and my ENM journey continues!
This post is regarding an experience from my early period, up until I was about 25 years old, when I was always acutely shy and embarrassed about my private parts. At the time when I had a strong awareness of the need to keep my private parts private, covered, hidden, and unseen. At a time when the very worst thing that could ever possibly happen is for them to be exposed and seen. At this time, I was seriously inside my ENM shell, and this is second event (the first being a medical examination – posted here….) that lead me many years later, to begin to think: This is intolerable, and I need to begin to do something to overcome this, and begin to hatch a plan to force me to overcome my fears, and begin to come out of my ENM shell.
I was 10 years old. I had made school-friends with twin girls of my age. They lived further down on my street. In the long summer school holidays, we became best friends. We often spent days together as a three. One day, one of the twins suggested that we go to the woods and play doctors and nurses. The other girl agreed that this was a good idea. I had absolutely no idea what this game was, what was involved, nor what was coming, but I agreed to it anyway. Off into to the woods we trailed. We stopped at a quiet secluded spot at the edge of the woods overlooking an open field to play the game.
The girls explained the game: ‘One of us is the doctor, one of us is the patient, the patient tells the doctor what is wrong with them, the doctor takes a look, and we take it in turns’. I thought ‘OK, that seems like simple, easy, harmless fun, let’s play doctors and nurses’. One of the girls told me that I was first to be the patient, and that one of them would be the doctor, and that I had to tell the doctor what was wrong with me. ‘Doctor’, I said, ‘I’ve got a sore tummy’. ‘No’, they said, ‘it has to be something down there’, pointing down to my private parts.
Oh, so, now then, this is quite a different game to what I thought it was going to be! It is more than ‘I’ve got a sore bit’, it’s more of ‘I’ve got a sore naughty bit’. But surely, they won’t actually be taking a look or anything there. I certainly didn’t expect them to, and I certainly didn’t want them to! And I certainly did not want to ‘wimp out’ of the game, not now that we had only just started playing. I took the approach of ‘Let’s just play, and see how this pans out’.
‘Doctor, I’m sore down there’ I said, pointing down to my private parts. That was clearly well received and approved by the girls as playing the game properly.
I really didn’t know where this was going and what was going to come next.
The girl playing the doctor told me to undo my shorts and lift my tee-shirt. I unbuttoned and unzipped my short trousers, and lifted my tee-shirt as requested. She stood in front of me. I was like a rabbit in the headlights, I was thinking surely she is not actually going to go ahead and do something outrageous like pull out the waistband of my pants and have a look down inside, surely, what I fear might possibly happen, is not going to actually happen, that would be a step too far, oh my, what have I let myself in for here, I really really do not want this to go any further down any of that route. Is it actually possible that she would actually be so bold as to look down inside my pants to see my little willy ‘sore area’. I do not want her to see my willy. Now, is perhaps the moment to ‘wimp-out’.
She squatted down in front of me, and in the next moment, she pulled my shorts and pants down to my ankles.
It was a moment too late to stop what had just happened. This was way beyond my worst fears of just a brief look down inside the waistband of my pants. I was suddenly and unexpectedly very naked and exposed. My ‘little willy and tiny balls’ were out and free for all to see, and both girls were staring and looking down there with a great deal of interest and some giggling. I could not believe what had just happened. I was shocked and mortified. I kind of did my best to just ‘style it out’, I didn’t react, perhaps I was now playing the part of ‘oh yeah, this is what happens in this game, I know that, I know this game, I’m ok with that, I can play this game, you can look and see my private parts, go ahead, I don’t mind, it’s the game, yeah’.
I did mind, I minded very much. Inside my head I was crushed and withering. My willy and balls were out and exposed and being looked at. My very private parts were seen, stared at, studied, and were being scrutinised in detail by these girls. But more shockingly still, next, I was touched, held, and fiddled with. Seeing is one thing, touching is quite another, this had already gone a step way too far. But I still didn’t react. The other girl looked on, giggling.
After a few minutes of this torture, I was asked something like ‘is that better now’. ‘Yes, thankyou Doctor’ seemed to be the reply that would end this humiliation. It did, and I was very relieved to be able to pull my shorts and pants back up.
Was that the game over now, I hoped so, but, no. Now, I was told, it was my turn to be doctor.
Mmmn, now, the glove is very much on the other hand. I didn’t actually really want to do it. I didn’t want to embarrass the girl and make her feel ashamed in any way similar to how I had been embarrassed and ashamed. Furthermore, I didn’t want to embarrass and shame myself by going ahead and doing this and looking at her private parts, especially as the girls would know what I was doing and see me looking. It was all too much. But I knew that the game meant that I was to go ahead and examine the girl that had stepped forward as the patient. I knew the sequence of the game now, and what I had to do now, plus, the girls seemed to be perfectly ok with the game, and bizarrely, to my mind, they actually seemed to want it to go ahead and have their private parts exposed and examined. I remained keen to appear fine with it all, not wimp out, and just style it out. A part me, inside, was actually a little curious, and wanted to see a girl’s private parts, and now was a perfectly presented opportunity. There had been a sudden turn of the tide in my mind, from crushing embarrassment in one moment, over to a piqued interest in the realisation that I was possibly about to set my eyes upon a girl’s naked private parts for the very first time.
‘Doctor, I’m sore down there’, she said as she pointed to her lower regions.
I said something like ‘ok, lift your dress up, I’ll have a look’. She lifted her dress up to her chest and I squatted down in front of her. There, right in front of me was this girl with her little white knickers on, but otherwise nothing else but bare skin from tummy to toe.
The reality of what I was expected to do, what was about to happen next, what I was about to do, what I had to do, now dawned heavily upon me. Oh my goodness, am I really going to do this? I’ve got to. The game dictated that I was expected to pull this girl’s knickers down, and look, examine, and touch her private parts. I had to just go ahead and do it.
I didn’t quite know what to expect as to what was actually behind that thin veil of cotton that was her knickers. These little knickers were the only thing keeping her decent, and what would I find inside of those knickers, when the knickers were down, and decent had become indecent, and that boundary was crossed. I’d never seen a real girl’s private parts ever before. I’d seen simple line drawings of the female form in outlines etc, but all these basic line drawings showed me was that there was just a short simple line from between the legs to just a little way up towards the tummy. It did all seem very odd to me. Girls were strangely different. There was no willy, no balls. There was nothing, just this little line. That’s just the way it is. It’s just the way boy’s and girl’s are made. It was a simple as that. I did, now, in that moment, actually quite want to find out, and see the real thing for real.
I reached out and took the waistband of her knickers at her hips into my hands, and I began to pull her knickers down. In that very first moment, as her knickers came down, and began to reveal her private area, I got to see the first momentary glance of THAT line, My eyes followed her knickers all the way down to her ankles as I pulled them down. In my peripheral vision I could still see her private area, and that line. I couldn’t wait for the next instant to look up and see it properly.
I had done it. I had pulled her knickers down to her ankles. Her private parts were out and exposed!
My gaze now shifted from the kickers down at her ankles, and up to her now gloriously revealed naked private parts, and there it was. It was there, right in front of me, one foot from my eyes. Wow! There it is. I couldn’t believe it. It was just like the line that I had seen on the simple line drawing. So, that is just what they actually look like. I was seeing the real thing for the very first time. It looked slightly different to being a just a simple line in the simple line drawing. It became clear to me that the line had in fact more structure that I had expected, it now appeared to be a fold in the skin. It was a big moment. It was a big reveal.
She placed her feet as far apart as her knickers would allow, and pushed her hips forward, thrusting her private parts further towards me. This, I took as a message, a reminder, and an invitation to touch her. She wanted this. I wanted this, but at the same time, I didn’t want this. I felt that I was ‘way out of my depth’ with what was going on here. Seeing is one thing, touching is quite another, and now it was my turn to go ahead, and cross that line, and touch her. I knew that I just had to get on and do it, play the game, and do what the play script required.
I reached out with a hand and stroked her slit gently with my fingers. It was soft, it was warm, it was pliable. It was quite different to anything that I had ever seen or touched. It was special. I stroked her from hip to hip, and all around her pubic area (although she had no hair there yet). After a minute or so of ‘taking my turn’ by touching and stroking her (all under the pretend guise of a doctor’s medical examination of course), I said something like ‘is that better now’. ‘Yes, thankyou Doctor’ she said, (confirming that the examination was sufficient), and she pulled her knickers up and dropped her dress back down. I was very glad to have seen my first girl’s naked private parts, but certainly not at the cost of the exchange of having my own private parts seen and interfered with. But now it was all done, all over, and we were back to normal, back to where we had started, and I was very relieved for it to be all over at last.
But, It still wasn’t over.
It was now the other twin’s turn to be the doctor now, with me as the patient again! Yeah, we’ve all got to take turns right.
The process was repeated with the other twin examining me. I remember that this twin was much firmer: my pants were pulled all the way down, as before, but this time I had to step out of them, my pants were completely off, my tee-shirt was up, over my head, and completely taken off, I was completely and utterly naked. This twin was so much more bold, daring, hands on, and firm. I was asked to turn around, bend over, feet apart, stick your bum out, and my bottom was fondled and my anus touched as she said ‘bum hole’, and the girls sniggered. I was asked to stand up straight and turn back around to face her, feet apart, hips pushed forward, willy out and forwards. One of her hands was placed on my little balls, the other on my willy. There was lots of touching, feeling, fiddling, and fondling. Finally, after a few minutes, came the question from the doctor ‘is that better’. ‘yes, thankyou doctor’, was the answer to signal that the turn was done. I had stood completely naked and totally exposed in front of these two girls for several minutes, It was the very stuff of my very worst nightmare! But, at last, it was now all over. Thank goodness for that, never to be repeated again please.
But it still wasn’t over.
It was now the other twins turn to be the patient now, with me as doctor again. There was still a turn to do!
The process was repeated once again but with me examining the other twin. I was encouraged to be firmer with this girl, and do it properly, like I had been shown, like she did to me: Her knickers were down and she had to step out of them, her knickers were completely off, her dress was up, over her head, and completely taken off. She was completely and utterly naked. I was so much bolder, daring, hands on, and firm with this girl, as she had been with me, this was level II of the game. As she did with me, I asked her to turn around, bend over, feet apart, stick bum out, and I fondled her bottom and touched her anus as I said ‘bum hole’. Sniggers again! (I also saw a little of her labia minora and her vagina entrance from this viewpoint, but I didn’t know what they were at the time of seeing this, it just appeared to be some detail, some difference, within that simple line / fold / slit, that I didn’t understand). I told her to stand up straight and turn back around to face me, feet apart, hips pushed forward. Both of my hands were busy examining her everywhere between her legs and up and down along that slit. There were several minutes of touching, feeling, and fondling. Finally, it came time to ask the question ‘is that better’. ‘yes, thankyou doctor’, was the answer to signal that the turn was sufficiently done. At last, it was all over.
Finally, it was over now. I was so relieved. I had been examined by both girls, and I had examined both girls.
At the time, I thought of it as highly significant, embarrassing, shameful, and something that I never wished to be repeated.
Of course, having my private parts exposed, was repeated, many times, in varying scenarios over the coming years, and I simply retreated a little further into my little ENM shell. In each and every case, the ‘perpetrators’ were always female. It occurred to me that all girls seem to be sexual perverts who will always try and trick an unsuspecting innocent boy into showing his willy.
This was the second of many mortifyingly embarrassing pants down – willy out on show – being looked at situations to come, and my ENM journey continues!
