My medical condition

runroader · #1 15-09-2012, 05:47 PM

It started one month ago. A dull ache was occuring more and more frequently on my kkj. I don't know the cause, it just happened. So naturally, i got concerned and decided to visit my family doctor to have it checked. After preliminary checks, results remain inconclusive. During one of the visits to the clinic, my stepmom went with me because she was also concerned about my condition.

That day, my doctor advised to me conduct regular checks on myself in the comfort of my own home, but it would be best to have the assistance of another person to ensure they can be done more thoroughly. My doctor took the chance to speak to my stepmom about assisting me since she was present. Well it was pretty awkward because my doctor assumed she was my real mother so she was the best person to help me out.

Maybe I looked young, or my stepmom looked matured for her age. The doctor couldn't tell that we were only 10 years apart. I believe it is the former, because I get a lot of remarks from strangers that I look like a teenager despite being 22 years old. My good looking stepmom could pass for a lady in her 20s with her shapely figure and flawless skin, so it is quite hard to understand why the doctor would think she's old. Hell, even the young nurse in the clinic threw my stepmom envious glances.

As my doctor explained the need for someone to help me with my nether region checks, my stepmom blushed as she looked towards me. We were close ever since she married my Dad 6 years ago, but never THAT close. But as these things could turn out to be serious, she somewhat reluctantly agreed to help me out. The doctor taught her what to do and advised us that these checks have to be done once in every 3 days. I was still required to report back to the doctor with our findings until further notice.

With that, we left the clinic. On the way home, the realisation of the potential awkwardness hit me pretty hard. I couldn't find any words to say to my stepmom. Always the understanding one, she tried to reassure me it was going to be just a standard medical procedure, that it was going to be fine, that she doesn't mind, etc. I wasn't really listening to her. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking that the next day, I had to drop my pants in front of her.

to be continued?