Bisexual Girls Club

I turned 35 late last year, so this month I finally made the necessary appointment to get my mammogram done. It’s the responsible thing to do. I most definitely was not looking forward to it though. I had heard such horror stories about how painful it was.

When I arrived I was given a warm welcome and asked to sit in a warm room to register. There would seem to be no indication of a torture chamber in my near future, but with the words of my source still weighing heavily in my thoughts, I assumed this was just the calm before the storm. It added to my suspicion that their kindness was perhaps part of a cover up when the address they gave in their phone message was different than the address I was supposed to enter from. As soon as I walked into the location I had written down, a lady was waiting in the hallway and like a man on 42nd street with a coat full of stolen watches, she motioned me over to her and asked what I was here for. When I told her she glanced back over her shoulder and quickly pulled out a card telling me, “We’re not allowed to use this entrance. She then pointed to the waiting room behind her, which was filled with what seemed like only male patients. “You have to go around the corner to the next street. Here’s the card.” At least I think that’s what she said. The card seemed legitimate, so, like a sheep I just followed along. Okay, well, it was weird, but I don’t know why I didn’t just say to her “WTF??” Is this part of some secret experiment? Is being a woman with breasts something I have to hide from the rest of the world? Are they going to tie me up somewhere and have their way with me with no one from the outside world being the wiser? Maybe I didn’t ask because I had such a morbid curiosity about it that I wanted to see for myself what was behind door No. 2. Maybe I liked the idea of being a little sneaky. There was nothing dirty about the building… being in the upper east side, it all seemed quite fancy actually. So is that how people are lured in?

When I got to the new entrance and made my way into the building, I told the doorman who I was here to see (a name I had never heard of before written on the card the lady had given to me – a doctor’s name below the name of the Breast Blah Blah Blah center). He then pointed me to a second door, which was propped open with an upside down silver garbage pale. Even in their seeming disorganized fashion, everything was still so fancy. I sat down in another waiting room. The receptionist wasn’t there and I was alone. Hmmm… it was odd and slightly creepy.

I decided to walk all the way to the back. There was just a long hallway and a ramp eventually leading to another waiting room. Everyone was silent. Some rooms to the side contained large machines and people in white jackets all with their backs to the doors. No one even looked at me. I thought I was in an alien ship invisible to all and about to make some huge discovery. It reminded me of being in a video game where I hadn’t activated any of the other players or monsters yet. So I was free to wonder about aimlessly. In the other waiting room, I thought I was seeing something familiar, like what I had seen at the first entrance, but then I realized it wasn’t all that familiar.

When I was done amusing myself, I returned to the waiting room back where I started by the silver garbage pale. Still no one there. I decided to empty my bladder. When I came out there was finally a receptionist at the desk paying for her banana and hot chocolate lunch. She was distracted on the phone and the poor delivery guy seemed to never get his tip.

Finally when I spoke to her she sent me back down the long hallway past the ramp where I had just explored. I felt like I was was completely alone, yet at any moment if I desired I could either activate anyone else and have them interact with me or shut down and wait quietly and not be bothered by anyone. Waiting at doctor’s office like this is quite surreal. It’s not the same at the dentist, where someone always has to bother you about something. Or the gyn – they’re always trying to get into your business. Even the eye doctor, he’s always waiting for you to make some choice or another. I could have been unstuck in time here for a while if I wanted.

Finally I got called back for my exam. I went into one of those side rooms (how the hell did they fit all these secret side compartments in this place??) and was asked to remove my deodorant and powder and take my shirt and my bra off. I was motioned to a fitting room with “mammogram wipes” and a shelf with white and blue pin stripe robes. I don’t know why I asked but I did, “Can I close this door?” I just felt a need to be extra polite. Everyone was so damn nice. A couple of hot technicians too.

Then I was taken into the exam room.

And that’s where I saw the monster that would squeeze my breasts.

I was asked to place these stickers on my nipples. (I almost asked if I could have some extra ones to take with me. They would make great party favors/ice breakers. But I thought better of it. Maybe if I had been drinking that would have worked better). The stickers would help them find the nipples in the x-rays.

Then I was asked to take off one sleeve and the technician began to pull my breast onto the cold flat surface. As she pressed a pump, a second flat plate come down on top of my breast and the more she pressed the more the plate squeezed my breast. I felt slightly dizzy. I almost thought I was going to faint. The pain was very real, but despite this, it wasn’t as painful as I had imagined. I suppose it could be a fun torture for some. I wish I had a photographer to record all this for me. I’m always fascinated by these machines. The dentist machines are fun like this. You always get strapped into the chair and who knows what they’re going to do to you. And the technicians are always cute and manipulating your body parts. It feels like it should be a lot kinkier… I think I found my new fetish. I always get turned on when I’m at these kind of doctor’s offices. The doctors and technicians with their huge scary machines…

Before I knew it, it was all over. It lasted just a few minutes. When I first entered, I didn’t know if I’d have the patience for it. They estimated 20 minutes, but I think it lasted less than that. So when I was over, I still wanted a little more.

I walked out of the exam room and back into the changing room. Took off the robe and got my shirt back on. Just like that they were done with me. No more interacting, how sad… I grabbed my bags and started to leave, but suddenly I felt so heavy. I thought I was walking in water. Why was it so hard to move. What did they do to me. Did they drug me in that room. Where there chemicals shot into my breasts? Was I about to pass out? I could hardly lift my legs. Why didn’t I notice this before? I looked down below my waist and then I realized. I was still wearing the lead skirt (to protect me from the X-Rays). “Oh, wait, I forgot this…” and I handed her the skirt. She smiled. Oh, she hadn’t noticed either. Maybe I should have taken it home just so I could come back and flirt with her some more. I should have dragged myself out the door unnoticed. Maybe next time I’ll take advantage of my invisibility cloak. The next time I play the game, I’ll be more prepared. Well, at least I got one last smile out of her. Still, for squeezing my breasts so much, you’d think she would have offered to buy me lunch. I feel so used…