Gyno Stories Novels & Stories

Emma’s POV “And that right there is your baby’s bead,” my OBGYN said as she pointed out what looked like a small rock on the screen of the ultrasound machine. “Perfection,” Liam gushed. Yeah, that’s right, I told Liam everything. Three months ago, Liam and I had a lengthy talk about my being pregnant and what that meant for us. As expected, even though I had a lot of doubt in my mind, he was in full support of me, willing to ensure I was okay and that everything about the pregnancy went smoothly. If I’m being honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any man as excited to have a child as Liam was that night. Now, with about two ultrasounds out of the way, he and I are finally starting to see our

I am scared I have never been out of home. If somehow Adriano reaches me, I won't be able to look him in the eyes because I failed at one job he always wanted me to excel at, staying home. The doctor turned out to be a gynecologist and she surveyed me completely, asking me several personal questions like, "Are you sexually active?", "Did your husband ever forced you to make sexual relations with you?", "Are your kids healthy." I was so uncomfortable answering those questions.

I had to go see a gynecologist. My period was late again. I booked a specialist whose name sounded very feminine, Jessie Lloyd. Jessie seemed pretty popular. I was number 35. On the day of the appointment, I sat in the waiting area, scrolling my phone screen now and then, occasionally glancing up to check the queue. Then, I noticed something strange. Why did every woman coming out of the consultation room look so radiant, no matter her age? Jessie had to be insanely good. That was what I thought.

I asked, a little bit nervous. “Yes, just keep doing it over and over again. Don’t move and just keep your stance.” I nodded and did everything he was telling me to. I could say this was the best gym experience I have ever had. Years have passed since I have been in this industry and I never remember myself being this happy. “To tell you honestly, it’s quiet for a woman to love going to the gym.” Adrian said as we were on our way to the shower room. I shrugged my shoulders. “We have different interests. Mine is in the gym, others were at the parties.”

I looked at the folder. I am a gynecologist. I have built a career around exactly this kind of document, clinic comparisons, success rate statistics, treatment timelines. I have sat on the other side of this exact conversation more times than I could count, the doctor receiving a hopeful couple’s careful research, nodding along, offering professional guidance. I had never sat on this side of it. Not as the husband whose wife had built a folder out of hope. “Maya.” I said her name carefully. I needed time. I needed time I didn’t have, sitting at a table with candles and good plates and a folder that represented months of quiet preparation on her part.

Nelly responded emotionally "Me too I didn't believe but after visiting my classmate in this university I discovered that I near his home I saw women parading to entered a certain clinic in my friend's room there was an opening I peeped and I saw almost twenty pregnant ladies I tough they were coming to conceive but I overheard talking about certain amount of money and signing contract and I saw a lady delivering a child and handing over the infant she get paid over a thousand dollars and left the facility without an infant then I knew the lady had rented her womb" Derrick explained "I informed my friend and he told me that its been continuing for decades don't even mentioned anything behave

The nurse left Rye's employ to be a companion to Genova. Presently, Ginny was staying-in at the hospital with Gillian. They were both working as physical therapists. Ginny was just an internist. She enrolled at the nearby university. "Come in, Li-an!" Her mother and the nurse were in the garden at the back of the structures. "Hello, Mother! Hello, Tita Chedeng!" Gillian greeted cheerfully. "I brought grapes and oranges." She raised the bag of fruits. "You need them more." Genova kissed her cheek. "How's the baby?"

While everyone’s minds were filled with questions, Gavin finally spoke. His voice was deep and steady. “I can confirm that Zoe Young truly has uterine fibroids. “Because I diagnosed her myself and performed the surgery personally.” Livestream viewers quickly looked up Gavin and posted his photo in the comments. [Exactly, it’s him—the head of Obstetrics at St. Catherine’s Medical Center. Full name: Doctor Gavin Jensen.] [I know him! A master of gynecology—he even taught at our school.] [No way… everyone in St. Catherine’s Medical Center knows Doctor Jensen is 28 and single, and this influencer actually tried to frame him as her brother-in-law.]

Rachel’s already there when I arrive, sipping a fizzy-looking cocktail and watching the door like she’s got money riding on whether I’ll show up looking post-orgasmic or traumatized. The second I sit down, she leans in. “Okay. Spill it. Why did this need to carry over into lunch? What happened at the vagina doctor?” I look around to make sure no one’s eavesdropping. Then I drop my face into my hands. “Holy fucking shit balls.” Her eyes light up. “Oh, we’re starting strong today.” I peek up between my fingers. “My gyno was not a woman.” Rachel blinks slowly. “Right, so you said. Did he smell bad or something?”

Thomas would be gentle. I walked into the waiting room and wrote my name on the sign-in sheet at the front desk, then grabbed a magazine to catch up on celebrity gossip. There were only two other people in the waiting room and they were both younger girls. They probably hadn’t even had sex yet, so I wasn’t really sure why they were at a gynecologist’s office. As I read up about all the Hollywood marriages and divorces, the two preteen girls finally got called back, paid their bills, and left. This was taking forever.