My boyfriend and I had been dating for a few months and sleeping together since our third date. This was my first consistent relationship in a while, so I decided that maybe I should look into birth control and we could forgo condoms. This wasn't something I had done in the past, so I asked my friend Jessica who she went to. She told me that I had to go to Dr. Simmons on Franklin Street, that he was fantastic and really took care of his patients. In retrospect, I should have taken the sly smile she gave me as a warning, but I was too preoccupied to really notice. I called the office and took the first available appointment later that week.

My appointment was right after school, so I went straight there still in my uniform. I was well aware that I looked like a stereotypical slutty schoolgirl in my plaid skirt, knee socks, and white button-down shirt. It was kind of a thrill to see men turn their heads as I walked down the street. I wore the regulation white cotton bra under might shirt, but my perky nipples always peeked through and definitely caught the attention of passers-by. To enhance the effect, I often wore my hair in pigtails, and that's how I had them done today.

When I arrived at the office, I noticed that there were a lot of other girls my age in the waiting room, some of them also dressed in their school uniforms, others in cheerleader outfits. All of them looked very happy to be there. I was a little early for my appointment, so while I waited and filled out the necessary paperwork, I watched as several girls went in and out. When they came out, they always looked a little more disheveled than when they went in, which I thought was very strange for a GYN appointment.

Finally, a tall blond nurse in a white uniform called my name and I followed her behind a door into the exam room area. We went into exam room three and she asked me to have a seat on the exam table. I was a little nervous, having never been to a gynecologist before. The room had what looked like a standard exam table in it, with stirrups for my feet, but I also noticed at that near the top of the bed there was a cross bar that jutted out from either side and appeared to have restraints on it. As I fidgeted uncomfortably on the exam table, the nurse looked at her clipboard.

"So, Ms. Avera, I just want to confirm that you are 18 years old. Is that right?"

"Yes," I said, my voice shaking a little. I suddenly noticed that it was a little chilly in the exam room and my already prominent nipples were getting very hard and pushing through my top.