<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/c7d1/8i7rjjgbjdzr0o86g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Courtney</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">CGDA Agent Code Name:</span></strong> Lethe<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sex:</span></strong> Hermaphrodite<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair:</span></strong> Raven<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span></strong> 5'10"<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span></strong> 140 lbs<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eyes:</span></strong> Green<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Breasts:</span></strong> Perky 32 C's<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Penis:</span></strong> 5"<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Pussy:</span></strong> Hairless. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Clit:</span></strong> Partially connected to the base of her penis<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Testicles:</span></strong> Internal. Functionality Unknown </div></div></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">As I suspected, my self lubricating anatomy is not what's to be expected, at least not from an SRS. I feel embarrassed at my lack of knowledge on the topic. I mean I really shouldn't right? I mean who knows if I ever even contemplated it before? <br/><br/>She runs runs through everything she's going to do, and I find myself *blushing* and a bit anxious when she says "painful" and "embarrassing" things. I mean I've known this whole time that eventually she was going to be ... down there, but to hear her say it sent butterflies through me. Not the good butterflies either. <br/><br/>I hop up on the table and she starts, simple stuff, standard stuff at first. None of it bothers me, not even the blood drawing. I'm apparently not averse to needles in any way, and find myself watching her. She's pretty efficient in her work, and before I know it, the butterflies are back as she grabs a gown and hands it to me. <br/><br/>“Alright, this is the new part for you. Undress please, nude to the knees. This is the embarrassment gown, tie it behind your neck because you’re not going to be walking around in it. Have a seat on the table and I’ll knock before I return.”<br/><br/>By comparison, it doesn't even feel like I was blushing before. My cheeks feel like they're about to catch fire and all I can manage is a *nod* before she leaves the room. Disrobing is easy. I had planned for this, and opted for a front zipper dress. I mean yes, it's cute as all get out, but also super easy to get in and out of. One quick *Zzzzzzzzzzzip* and I'm standing in nothing but my panties. I take a *deep breath* and pull those off too.</span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8d97/90f7rardrn02gr06g.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Now, if I'd have been smart, I would have put my hair in a ponytail, and tying off the "embarrassment gown" would have been much easier. As it is, it's not much of a problem getting it done, just more of a nuisance than anything. It's kinda silly that she left the room as I changed. She's going to see everything anyway right? <br/><br/>What's even sillier, is that it actually helped put me at ease, if just a measure. Like she's saying, yeah, I know I'm going to see, but I'm not going to see longer than is necessary. Is it silly that I think this gown makes me look larger than a hippo, with the way it just hangs straight down from my boobs? <br/><br/>I hop back up on the table, and whether by dumb luck, good timing, or just the sound of me hopping up, there's a knock on the door followed by her asking if I'm ready. As ready as I'm going to be. At least I don't feel fat anymore, as the fabric settles in a bit. <br/><br/>"Yep," 'all dressed up for the peep show', is what I almost said. "As ready as I'm gonna be I guess."</span>