Elisa adjusted the collar of her sweater for the fifth time in as many minutes, the wool scratching against her neck. She shifted uncomfortably on the hard plastic chair, surrounded by the low hum of a waiting room filled with others in various states of nervous anticipation. The sterile smell of antiseptic hung in the air, sharp and clinical, only serving to heighten her anxiety.

She had dreaded this moment for three weeks.. She always felt a kind of nervous tension and anticipation when she went to the doctor. It was mandatory, a requirement before she could begin her first year at university, and though she'd spent countless hours preparing her mind for the start of this new chapter, her nerves rattled with the thought of this one physical checkpoint. Her mind reeled with possible scenarios, each one blending rational concerns with wild what-ifs. What if they found something wrong? What if the vaccinations hurt more than she expected? Elisa took a shaky breath, realizing her fingers were balled into fists.

A nurse called her name, and Elisa rose, straightening her back, trying to mimic the confidence of those around her. She followed the nurse down a narrow hallway lined with closed doors, each one marked with numbers and the vague aroma of disinfectant. The room she was led into was small, with a high examination table covered in crinkling white paper. A small trolley stood to one side, holding an array of medical tools—thermometers, blood pressure cuffs, a stethoscope, and a few unmarked syringes.

"Hi, Elisa," the nurse greeted with a gentle smile, sensing the apprehension etched into her face. "My name is Nina. We'll get started with some basic checks before the doctor comes in."

Elisa nodded, her voice caught in her throat, and managed a small smile in return. Nina was professional but kind, explaining each step as she went. The process felt uncomfortably intimate. Elisa flinched as Nina wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her upper arm, inflating it until the pressure became slightly uncomfortable. Elisa’s pulse pounded as the cuff tightened, each thump echoing in her ears. When it finally released, Nina gave her a reassuring nod, jotting down the numbers on her chart.

Next was her height and weight, a procedure that seemed harmless enough, yet Elisa couldn’t shake the feeling of exposure, her nerves fluttering as the nurse recorded the measurements. Finally, Nina took a thermometer from the trolley and measured her temperature. Elisa closed her eyes briefly, trying to center herself, knowing this was only the beginning of the examination.

A few minutes later, the doctor arrived, a tall man with graying hair and a warm demeanor. He greeted her, asking a few preliminary questions about her medical history, allergies, and any past injuries. She answered as best as she could, her mind racing with each question. As he began his examination, she focused on breathing steadily, reminding herself to stay calm.

The doctor started with her eyes, checking their responsiveness to light, before moving to her ears, throat, and nose. He gently pressed along her neck, feeling for any swollen lymph nodes, and Elisa held her breath as his fingers traced her jawline. Despite her anxiety, she found the doctor’s manner reassuring, his touch professional and his tone calm.

When he moved on to listening to her heart and lungs, Elisa felt her nerves peak. She could feel her heart beating fast under the cool stethoscope, each beat louder in her mind than it probably was in reality. She tried to remember the breathing techniques she had read about, inhaling deeply as instructed, feeling the rise and fall of her chest under the doctor’s watchful eye. Her hands clenched tightly, her palms damp with nervous sweat, but she kept still, focusing on each breath.

The physical examination continued with him asking her to stretch her arms, bend her knees, and perform a few simple mobility tests. Though it was routine, every part of it felt monumental to Elisa. She found herself overanalyzing each move, wondering if her movements appeared natural or if her slight trembling was noticeable.

Finally, the exam wound down, and she heard the doctor mention vaccinations. Elisa’s stomach dropped. She knew they were necessary—one was for meningitis, the other a booster for tetanus and diphtheria—but the thought of a needle was always something that made her nervous.

Nina returned, carrying a tray with two syringes prepped and ready. Elisa’s eyes fixed on them, the sharp glint of the needles causing her pulse to quicken. Sensing her anxiety, Nina offered a few words of comfort. "It’s alright, Elisa. You might feel a small pinch, but it’ll be over quickly. If you are nervous its probably best for you to lay face down on the table"

Elisa's heart quickened. She knew what this meant but she couldn't voice the words to protest or to suggest an alternative. She slid her leg over the mint green exam table, then her other leg. She nestled her head in between her arms.

"Alright, please pull down your jeans we will do them in your bottom"

Elisa's heart was racing but she duly complied. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them past her curvaceous butt down to her knees. She withdrew her hands and buried her face in them.

The strong smell of alcohol filled the air as she heard the doctor tear open the antiseptic wipes.

Suddenly she felt a strong tingle in between her legs. She couldn't understand why she was getting aroused. The moisture forming was confirmation. The anticipation and the fear had somehow mingled into sexual excitement at not having control. She was submissive and in the hands of the man in the white coat.

She felt him slide her panties lower and she felt herself completely exposed. She hoped he wouldn't notice her arousal.

He swabbed her butt several times with the antiseptic wipe. The doctor said "are you ready?" But before she could reply he poked the sharp needle into her. She jolted and uttered the words "oww" as she grimaced.

The needle glided inside her and the doctor pressed the plunger. It was fast. It was painful and it burned. As the sensation of pressure and burning grew she felt herself coming close to climax, but she held it.

"One more to go," the doctor said, switching to the second syringe. The doctor swabbed her other cheek and pierced the needle slowly through her skin and into her butt. Elisa tensed, reminding herself it was almost over. As the vaccine was pushed into her, Elisa lost control and surrendered to an overwhelming wave of pleasure. She felt she was vibrating from the force of the orgasm and she felt flushed. She prayed nobody would notice and she pushed her thighs together to stop any wetness from espcaping.

The second injection burned slightly more as the liquid entered, but she forced herself to stay still, focusing on the relief that would follow. When it was done, she finally relaxed, a wave of relief washing over her.

"That’s it," the doctor announced with a smile. "You did great."

Elisa exhaled, feeling a strange mixture of exhaustion and pride. It had been uncomfortable, nerve-wracking, and unsettling, but she’d made it through. As she left the clinic, she realized the experience hadn’t been as bad as her mind had built it up to be. Her nerves had taken a backseat to her resolve, and for the first time that day, Elisa felt truly ready for whatever awaited her in the coming year at university.