Becky's eyes flickered open and there was momentary confusion at the unfamiliar surroundings. Her first night in her new apartment...at least the bed was comfortable. The apartment was just 3 rooms, a living/dining area with a kitchen separated by a small “breakfast bar”, a bedroom and a bathroom with just a shower cubicle, no bath. It was small but clean, modern and perfect for her..she already felt at home.

Pushing back the covers she sat up in the bed and the cold air made her shiver. Looking down her baggy t shirt was hanging in two long creases from the erect peaks of her small breasts...”Oh my god I’m going to have to figure out how the heating works” she said out loud. Swinging her legs from the bed Becky padded through to the bathroom. With a little difficulty she soon had the shower temperature just right and she slipped the oversized t shirt over her head. She stopped for a moment in front of the ¾ length mirror on the wall , turning and admiring her summer tan, the profile of her breasts had always pleased her, her soft pink oval shaped areola and her nipples pointing slightly skyward. She slid a hand over her hip and her ass..”a little flabby here girl...need to join the gym” she joked with herself, then turning to face the mirror she stroked her fingers softly over her pubic mound either side of the thin strip of soft hair. “still smooth, that bikini wax was so worth it”.

The mirror had started to steam up and Becky snapped herself back from the beginnings of a pleasurable ache between her legs. She checked the time on her phone. 9am. And jumped into the hot shower.

Out of the shower she wrapped in a towel and started to sort through her case for an outfit..”Damn, I wish I’d unpacked this last night” finding a black ,lightly padded bra and a not quite matching pair of black high waisted briefs...a tight fitting V neck sweater and her favourite baggy jeans. Dressing quickly she paused by the mirror for hair and make up, tying her long, dark ,curly hair up in a hasty pile on her head, before gathering her things and heading out the door.

As she closed the door behind her , Gemma appeared from her apartment opposite, today looking even more boyish than yesterday, if that were possible..her white t shirt displaying the sleeve tattoos she sported up each arm.

“Hi Becky” chirped Gemma, “I was just going to knock on your door, I wondered if you wanted to go explore campus with me”

“Sorry, I’ve got an appointment this morning Gemma, but that does sound like a good idea...give me your number and I’ll text you when I’m done”

Gemma pulled her phone from her pocket and they exchanged numbers.

They walked together out of the foyer of the accommodation block and Becky waved, “See you later” as she checked the map on her phone and headed off to Orchard Surgery.

The building looked a little run down from the outside as Becky approached the doors to reception, It seemed a far cry from the practice she attended back home with its neatly kept flower beds and brick weaved pathways..this was more a 1970s concrete nightmare...but it was nearby,and that counted for a lot. Inside there was a separate queue to the reception desk taped off and labelled “New Patients”..obviously they had an influx when the academic year started. There was just one guy in the queue being attended to by the pretty, mature, receptionist...she looked a little like Becky’s mum which was kind of reassuring. The guy at the desk turned and walked away to the waiting area and sat down. Becky approached the desk, the medical form already in her hand.

“Hi” said Sarah..Becky saw her name badge.

“Here for your 10 o clock?..you must be Rebecca Davis”

“Yes thats right”

“Ok” said Sarah “ Just leave the form with me, we’ll send it on to the university records office once the doctor has signed it.” She gave Becky a small pager type device. ” Take a seat over there and this will buzz and display a room number when its your turn”

“Thank you”..Becky walked into the waiting area and took a seat a polite distance from anyone else, looking around at the fairly drab surroundings...the hard floor, the walls painted in a kind of clinical pale green...the various posters on the cork notice board. There was a door at either end of the waiting room, one was signed ROOM 1-4, The other ROOM 5-8. Becky watched the clock on the wall, the stark and unfamiliar surroundings beginning to make her feel a little nervous. At 10 o clock exactly the little pager buzzed into life in her hand, the screen displaying ROOM 8. Becky stood up, handed back the pager at the reception desk , and walked through the door at the far end of the waiting room, into a narrow corridor with four doors. Checking the room numbers she walked along to the last door which was slightly ajar, as she got to it it opened wide and a tall, bearded man welcomed her.

“Rebecca Davies?”

“Yes”

“Hello I’m Dr Graham”

He stood aside inviting her into the room. Becky paused for a moment “ Am I in the right place? I think my appointment card said Dr Connor”

“Yes, youre in the right place, you’ll always just see the first available doctor here, it cuts down on waiting times.”

“Oh right, that makes sense” Becky replied,stepping into the room.

Dr Graham motioned Becky towards a chair to the side of his desk which was against the far wall, and sitting down he tapped a few keys on his computer.

Becky had been kind of expecting, no, hoping ,for a female doctor, she tried to remember the last male doctor that had examined her and it seemed a very long time ago. Dr Graham was probably in his late 50s she guessed. His beard was mostly grey, his hair also ,with a few dark flecks. He seemed very tall, almost head and shoulders above Becky’s 5ft 4 and he also seemed a little overweight, which she thought was ironic for a doctor.

The room was kind of old fashioned looking with the exception of the modern technology on his desk. The pale green walls merged into a hard dark green floor, an almost prison cell practicality, like it was designed to be easily swabbed out with a bucket and a mop. In the corner partially hidden behind a quite tatty looking screen was an examination couch, its vinyl surface looked well worn and the steel framework was flaking paint. The weighing scales opposite looked equally old and worn and a long mirror on the wall next to them had a crack across one corner.

“So” Dr Graham said, not looking away from his computer screen, “here for your initial assessment, and you’re going to the university “

It didn’t really sound like a question but Becky answered “Yes”

“And has the university accepted your application for the health survey grant?”

Becky looked confused.”Er..no,what's that?

Dr Graham looked away from the screen..” Oh right..ok...well in short, university students are invited to apply to the first year health survey. If you are accepted, your first year’s tuition fees are paid by the university, all you have to do is attend health screenings, usually once a month, sometimes twice, and regular drug testing..the university are conducting a survey on students physical, mental and sexual health...I can fill out an application for you if youre interested ”

This seemed like an excellent idea to Becky, the whole year paid for and all she had to do was pop to the clinic once a month? She had always considered herself fit and healthy, and she had never taken drugs.

“Ok, that sounds like a good idea, yes I’d like to apply.”

Dr Graham opened a drawer and produced some documents. “These are the contract forms, by signing these you agree to attend a minimum of 12 health screenings in the first 12 months and consent to any drug tests or procedures...the document goes into more detail, you can take it home and read it when you have more time, but the deadline for applications is tomorrow, so if you want to go ahead just sign here, and here...and I’ll send them straight over to the admin team.at the university “ He pointed with his pen to the signature boxes on the form.

Becky signed the forms and slipped the document into her bag.

“Good...now we’ll complete your assessment. First, blood pressure...roll up your sleeve if you can”. He picked up the blood pressure monitor from the end of the desk.

Beckys tight fitting sweater prevented her rolling her sleeve high enough, she cursed herself for not thinking and wearing something with short sleeves.

“Ok. Take off your sweater” Dr Graham instructed

Becky stood up and lifted up the bottom of her sweater, stopping just below her boobs, she deftly hooked a thumb in the bottom edge of her bra to prevent it riding up over her breasts, preserving her modesty, then swiftly pulled the sweater off over her head. Sitting back down she presented her arm to Dr Graham for the cuff, while her other arm crossed instinctively over her black bra...her cheeks flushed. The cuff squeezed tightly around her arm and Becky felt her own pulse.

“That’s very good, perfect in fact” declared the doctor..”Now I’ll check your weight” Standing up Dr Graham walked across to the old fashioned scales extending an arm for Becky to follow him. “...and jeans off now. We need it to be accurate “. Becky was already at the scale..she fumbled with her belt ,surprised at how much her hands were shaking from the unexpected requirement to undress. She kicked off her slip on shoes ,unzipped her jeans and let them drop round her ankles before stepping out of them...then awkwardly carried them back across the room to the chair to place them with her sweater. Trying not to look phased she walked back to the scale in her black bra and high waisted knickers. The doctor watched every step and she tried not to catch his eye. Becky stood with arms across her chest on the scale as Dr Graham took the readings.

“Try to stand still, good...one more moment...ok done..go and sit down” Becky walked back to her chair and sat down , gathering up her sweater in her lap..” at least its warm in here” she thought to herself, she wasn’t expecting to be standing around in her underwear.

“Now” Doctor Graham sat back down at his computer, “We have all your medical records here from your previous doctor, and I notice you have never had a breast examination or a cervical smear. These are mandatory for the Student Health Grant so I’m going to do those now”

Beckys blood ran cold