Gyno Stories Novels & Stories

"Some guys picked a fight for me. It wasn't much." Scarlet sighed loudly. "Come here. I'll treat your wounds. Black, can you please get Lilac? She might have gotten lost on the way back. The bathroom's just somewhere to the left from here." "Alright." I replied as I left the two of them alone. Scarlet's changed pretty quickly when she saw Crimson's injuries. They look like a married couple. It's sweet, but I wonder why the two of them broke up. If they're this compatible, then they should've lasted a long time.

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

Gladys tutted and said sarcastically, “I would’ve thought you have wholesome relationships with the kids if I didn’t know any better! You’re always gone to who knows where most of the time. All you ever do when you get home is lie down on your bed and sleep. “Now, you finally know to carry them in your arms, but it no longer matters! Well, you can always ask Ms. Gianna to have your babies, for what it’s worth!” Noah was stunned at that. Gwynn said dryly, “Gianna’s uterus was surgically removed, Gladys! Have you forgotten about it?”

you know, from someone who had actually seen the doctor in question, but I was going to have to rely on G****e reviews in this instance. Soon enough, I found a GP with pretty good reviews, so I decided to give her a shot. This wasn't a big thing, right? I just had to go in, say I wanted some birth control, then she might ask me some stupid questions about whether I'm 'sexually active' and all that crap. Then she would give me a script and I'd be good to go. Easy peasy. And Jenna would be there for moral support. I was gonna be fine.

I muttered, my face turning red as I stared at him. Just then, he removed his hand, scribbling some words in his book, the nurses watching his every step. “I don't know how you would take this information, ma'am,” he said, his voice low, which kind of made me nervous. “What news?” I asked. He exchanged glances with the nurses, shaking his head. What news does he want to say, and why was he delaying saying it? I was alive; that was what mattered, right? “I'm sorry to announce to you that you have ¦lost your baby, and your womb is damaged. It might take a while to heal,” he said without a smile on his face.

She was pregnant. Carina stared at the closed door where the OB/GYN room disappeared. (OB/GYN stands for obstetrician/gynecologist. That's room for women's reproductive health.) Yes, she was feeling a little nauseous. And yes, she forgot about her period when she should, but it was easy to blame stress. The roller coaster of the past few holidays with her family and work and Eric. And why are you able when you're on birth control pills?

(Sammy) “I'm sorry, but that's confidential…we don't share the patient's info with their party,” the gynecologist lady said, making me even more irritated. I didn't go through so much trouble just to go empty-handed. I went through so much trouble to get my hands on Valerie's doctor. She seemed so virtuous and didn't want to steal the beans about Valerie. I knew Valerie was hiding something about her baby.

Tracy I’ve been a nurse at St. Mary's Hospital for five years now, and let me tell you, the nights can get long and lonely. Especially on the graveyard shift in the east wing, where the patients are mostly men recovering from surgeries or accidents. I’m Tracy, 28, with curves that my scrubs hug just right…full breasts that strain against the fabric and hips that sway when I walk the halls. I keep my dark hair tied back in a ponytail, but a few strands always escape, framing my face. My patients notice….they always do.

Knowing that my body was fine, she and Mark decided to tell me what they had learned. “Almost every media is reporting your story,” Liv said in an excited tone. “A lot of F******k users are talking about whether women should be educated by good wives.” “Sounds good.” I leaned back on the sofa and adjusted my position. All those days I'd been feeling a strange pain in my lower back, but the doctor told me it was normal. Frade put my legs on his knees and gently massaged them. Mark opens F*. I see a lot of people leaving comments on the F******k discussion page.

“ The pain never goes away. This bawling can wait till tonight but for now, I need to tell you something very important. This is the only safe place where I can tell you without nobody hearing or suspecting.” “What is that?” I sniffed, my gaze fixed on her blue eyes. “ eighty percent of the girls here have had hysterectomy,” she said and a gasp left my lips. “ why?” I asked, my voice sounding like a whisper. “ To prevent them from ever getting pregnant for their masters,” Jennifer answered and my jaw dropped. I glare at her in disbelief. “ Yes. I am one of the girls who had it done,” she answered my silent questions, and the glitter in her eyes didn't go unnoticed.