Not What the Doctor Ordered

by Mick2016

Caution: This contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Drunk/Drugged, NonConsensual, Rape, Heterosexual, Fiction, Crime, Revenge, Pregnancy, .

Desc: : Just a story that has a Team Is Family connection

Ok, I’m a guy. I am not going to sit here and pretend that I understand the medical needs and requirements of women. I know about periods and why they happen and so one. But after that I get lost. I mean, I’m a guy! When I go to the doctor for a checkup, the doctor doesn’t play with my dick, he shoves two fingers up my ass. That is not my idea of a turn on.

When a woman goes, I now know that a thing called a speculum is inserted into the woman’s vagina and then it is spread open so the doctor can examine the walls of the vagina and the opening of the cervix. I know that now, because I found out that it can be used for something else.

My name is Walt and I am a 29 yr old welder. I am very good welder; I have a BS in Welding! Actually I have a certification as a Certified Welding Engineer, from the American Welding Society. I get hired for the very tough jobs and I get paid the best a welder can get paid.

I got out of high school pretty much unscathed by the ravages of the cliques and the jocks and the geeks and the cheerleaders and so on. I was just a normal guy. My mom and dad were married at the age of 19 and are still married to this day. They are in love, deeply, intimately, in love. I grew up with this as my goal. Be a good man, meet a good woman and spend my life in a good marriage with good kids and living a good life.

I entered trade school right out of high school and got an apprenticeship thanks to my dad being a welder and his knowing people in the union. So I worked while I learned as much as I could that my dad had not already taught me in our back yard welding shop.

After three years of working and going to school I graduated from trade school with my BS in welding and then I worked to get the certifications I mentioned earlier. The shop I worked for quickly saw my abilities and kept sending me out as assistant on some of the toughest jobs. They even sent me out to help a company set up a robotic welding manufacturing plant.

On that occasion, we did such a good job that the plant managers took us out for drinks and dinner after we were done. That was a night I will never forget.

The master welder/engineer I was working with and I were picked up in a big SUV and taken to a very nice restaurant. It was so nice that they gave me a tie to wear at the door, because they would not allow anyone to dine without a tie. We were taken to a table where the plant managers were sitting along with their wives and Debra.

Debra was the daughter of the senior manager and was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. I sat across the table from her as we all talked shop. She knew her stuff about welding. I guess her dad was like mine and taught her everything he knew about welding. The only thing she was not was a guy. Dad wanted a son, but got a girl. I found out later that it took a while for him to get used to Debra being a girl and treated her like the son he didn’t have.

She did all the sports and activities that a son would do with her dad. She didn’t own a dress until she was taken to homecoming in her junior year. She was a blue jean and flannel shirt kind of girl until her dad noticed one day that she had these things under her shirt. But by then it was too late. She was hooked on welding and football and action movies and all of the things that us guys enjoy.

On that particular homecoming night, she found out that one of the things that she really enjoyed was guys. She began dating a bit and although still doing the jeans and shirt thing, the jeans got a little more girly and the flannel shirts gave way to nicer blouses that showed off her developing form.

One night after dinner her dad and mom had a talk that Debra overheard. She tried hard not to laugh out loud, because she dearly loved her dad, but she had not realized how deep he was in denial about her gender.

“Baby, I just noticed that Debra has tits!”

“Yes, dear, she has had them for a few years.” She was chuckling.

“But Debra has tits!”

“Joey, what would you expect her to have? I mean she is my daughter and you never seemed to be bothered about mine.”

“But you are my wife and a woman. Debra is a girl.”

“No Joey, Debra is a young woman. She has been a young woman for about three years.”

“What do you mean?”

“She started having periods about three years ago.”

“Oh shit! I need to talk to her about the birds and the bees.”

“Been there done that, Joey.”

“When?”

“About three years ago!”

“But...”

“Joey, while you have been busy raising a son, I have been teaching Debra how to be a daught and a girl and now a young woman.”

“Does she know about boys and sex?”

“Yes. We had that talk. She knows about boys and sex and all of that stuff.”

Joey paused to take in all of this information. He was getting a bit light headed at the information overload.

“Is she a virgin?”

“JOEY! What kind of thing is that to say?”

“Well I guess she might have found some young boy who might have talked her into something.”

“First, she is MY daughter and I taught her better than that. She is a virgin and I am confident that she will stay that way until the right MAN comes along. She won’t be giving up her virginity for a quickie in the back seat of the quarterback Mustang.”

“Besides, you made her a welder and she is tougher than any girl I know. The man that is going to be her first is going to be a hell of a man.”

She laughed when she told me that story. Her mom and dad verified it the week before the wedding.


After the dinner I sat listening to the chat of the engineers and kept looking into Debra’s eyes. There was something, a twinge, or tightness in my chest. The more I looked the deeper I fell. It seemed like hours before I even blinked. She was a small girl, maybe 5 feet tall and if she was soaking wet she might weigh in at 90 pounds. She had the olive complexion of her Italian father, but her breasts might have been a quarter of that weight.

Her hair was an almost black shade of brown and was the same color as her eyes. When she finally spoke her voice was rough and not girly. Her smile was small but bright. She was beautiful.

At the end of the evening, I had spoken to her enough to know that I wanted to see her again and I asked for and received her phone number. I called and asked her out, she said yes and a year later we were married.

I made a good living and Debra helped me with the book keeping. Her understanding of welding fit right in with my plan to have the best welding firm in the country. After our first year, we were above water and after our second year we were rolling in a very comfortable manner. At that point we decided that it was time to get her parents off of our backs and start a family.

Debra had been on the pill, but it did not suit her too well, so she was ready to be off of them. She decided to go to a OB/GYN to make sure that all was well and good and that she was ready to start making babies. Her regular doctor had retired and she was looking for a new doctor. She had seen an ad in the local alternative paper about a new OB/GYN practice near her. They advertised about the newest methods and the calm atmosphere. Debra called the number and spoke to the nurse who ran the office. She told Debra about the new doctor and how amazing the patient response had been. She seemed pretty confident that he would be fine so Debra made an appointment for later that week.

When she showed up the office manager had her sign a pile of forms and then a nurse led her into the exam room and took her vitals.

“So, Debra; what is the reason for the visit? Is this on your normal check-up schedule?”

“No, it is not my normal time. My husband, Walt, and I want to start a family and I just wanted to be sure that everything was ok and we could go ahead and start.”

“Wonderful! The doctor will be here in a minute.”

Debra sat there for a few minutes and had the concerns that I guess a woman has when a strange man is about to peek into her pussy. Like I said, I have the doctor stick his fingers in my butt once a year but it is in no way sexual. I still don’t get that is isn’t sexual when a doctor sticks anything into a womans pussy.

“Hi Debra, I am Doctor James. It is nice to meet you.”

“Hi Doctor.” She was still a little hesitant.

“I was looking at your chart and this is not your normal visit so what is going on?”

“My husband and I want to have a baby and I wanted to make sure it was ok.”

‘Ok. Do you want the nurse to remain in the room?”

“I have never had one stay before so I don’t know.”

“Well if you don’t mind, she can just be outside the door and if you need her you can call her, ok?”

“Ok.”

The doctor asked the nurse to help Debra get ready for the exam. She had worn a skirt like always and so taking it and her panties off was easy. Debra lay on the exam table and the nurse pulled out the stirrups and set Debra’s feet in them. She then draped her legs and vaginal area with a sterile gown. When Debra was all comfortable and set the nurse called the doctor in.

“Debra, do you need me to stay?”

“No, I’m ok, thanks.”

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