Tasha and Amara followed their school nurse Miss. Beech into her car. After a half hours journey, they pulled into the car park of the large St. Stanton's preparatory school. Miss. Beech was quick to usher Amara and Tasha out and into the school reception area. Amara and Tasha walked in behind Miss. Beech, taking in the view of the two mean looking white haired women behind the reception desk who eyed them up and down condescendingly before turning to Miss. Beech.

"These are the two I told you about! Tasha Williams and Amara Couzens.", said Miss. Beech in a patronizing tone, shooting Tasha and Amara a dirty look.

"Two more welfare scroungers who can't afford medical examinations, my days what are we coming to?", sighed one of the receptionists.

"You two, take a seat! " she barked at the two girls.

"Yes, miss!", said Tasha and Amara nervously, sitting down on two of the chairs opposite the reception desk.

"Ah, Jean! It's been a while! Still living up near the church?", said one of the receptionists.

"Good to see you again, Amanda! Yes, only ninety two days before I never have to set foot in that school again, thank heavens!, said Miss. Beech.

Miss. Beech chatted cordially with the two reception staff as they boiled the kettle and shared around a box of chocolates, reminiscing about when they used to work together.

Tasha and Amara started to chat, their legs absentmindedly dangling over the edge of the chairs they were sat on.

"Ahem! Young lady, we do not need to see your pants!", said one of the receptionists staring in between Tasha's legs, loudly enough for the group of boys who had just come down the corridor to hear, causing them to laugh.

"And we snogged for ten minutes, we missed the start of the film!", said Amara.

"Ohmygod, that's so slay!, giggled Tasha loudly.

"Keep your voice down! Indoor voices!", shouted Miss. Beech sternly, talking to the two girls as if they were seven or eight.

"Yes, miss!", said Tasha.

"Sorry, miss!", said Amara, shooting a worried look at Tasha, remembering all too well the week and a halfs detention that Miss. Beech had given her for the cardinal sins of wearing cycling shorts under her dress and attempting to offer her reasons for doing so. Three muscly boys from the football team arrived on reception in shorts and football shirts, one of them looking at the girls' bare legs and mentally undressing them with a smirk on his face before turning to talk to one of the receptionists.

"Angela's been milking the system from day one, ever since that one was a little girl!", said Miss. Beech.

The three boys laughed at the way the girls had been reprimanded, walking past Tasha and Amara on their way out of the reception, eyeing up Tasha's cleavage.

"I like your t-shirt!", squeaked Tasha nervously.

"No talking, you aren't here to make friends!", Miss. Beech shouted.

Tasha looked down at the ground once more as one of the receptionists, a stern older looking woman, followed Miss. Beech around the desk to where the girls were sat.

"Not seen a uniform like that since my Ingrid was in juniors. Lovely material!", said the receptionist, grabbing a hold of the bottom of Amara's school dress and caressing it. "Where do you buy them from?".

"Bartons wholesalers next to the market.", replied Miss. Beech as she led Tasha and Amara through the corridor to a classroom.

"Tasha, take off your satchel and blazer and give Mrs. Fox a twirl!", ordered Miss. Beech.

Tasha nervously placed her satchel on one of the chairs and slipped off her blazer. Miss. Beech grabber her by the shoulders and turned her around, grabbing the material and lifting the hem slightly.

"Excellent quality, just feel that!", said Miss. Beech, Tasha humiliated as the two women felt her dress roughly.

Miss. Beech turned Tasha around by the shoulders again.

"And at the front you'll note the buttons!", said Miss Beech.

"Surprised they haven't burst them, look at the size of those, we are a big girl aren't we?", said Mrs. Fox, staring at Tasha's ample boobs as she idly fingered one of the buttons on Tasha's dress, hidden under the constraints of the dress material.

"Lovely material!", said the receptionist, grabbing a hold of the bottom of Amara's school dress and caressing it. "Where do you buy them from?".

"Bartons wholesalers next to the market.", replied Miss. Beech as she led Tasha and Amara through the corridor to a classroom.

"Tasha, take off your satchel and blazer and give Mrs. Fox a twirl!", ordered Miss. Beech.

Tasha nervously placed her satchel on one of the chairs and slipped off her blazer. Miss. Beech grabber her by the shoulders and turned her around, grabbing the material and lifting the hem slightly.

"Excellent quality, just feel that!", said Miss. Beech, Tasha humiliated as the two women felt her dress roughly.

Miss. Beech turned Tasha around by the shoulders again.

"And at the front you'll note the buttons!", said Miss Beech.

"Surprised they haven't burst them, look at the size of those, we are a big girl aren't we?", said Mrs. Fox, staring at Tasha's ample boobs as she idly fingered one of the buttons on Tasha's dress, hidden under the constraints of the dress material.

"They'll be almost ready to start. I'll take you down!", said the receptionist, looking at the clock behind the reception desk.

"Right! Tasha and Amara, come along now!", said Miss. Beech.

The two girls obediently stood up, smoothing down their skirts and picking up their school satchels. The receptionist followed Miss. Beech as the two women chatted. Tasha and Amara following sheepishly behind, passing students from the prep school who they noticed were dressed in normal everyday clothes, a stark contrast to the babyish school uniforms Amara and Tasha had on. The receptionist led Miss. Beech, Tasha and Amara through the winding corridors, stopping outside a door. A group of prep school students, a mix of boys and girls, passed Amara and Tasha, staring and laughing at their uniforms.

"Right, young ladies, pay attention! You are almost adults. I should not need to remind you that we are still following the school’s "Respect Rules" agenda even though we are on another school's property. This is especially important with regards to how you address and talk to grown ups during your examinations. You are to refer to the medical staff as "Sir", "Ma’am" or "Doctor". You are to follow their instructions to the letter, and without question. There is nothing so special about your bodies which they have not seen before. Do I make myself clear?" said Miss. Beech in a raised tone."Yes, Ma’am.” The girls groaned in unison, acknowledging their unavoidable fate. Irritated by their lack of enthusiasm, Miss. Beech’s patience was wearing thin.

“The staff are here today to help you, by performing your medical exams required to get into University. Do not, I repeat, do not make their job more difficult than it needs to be. From now on there will be no talking unless spoken to by the staff. Do I make myself crystal clear?" shouted Miss. Beech, her face crimson with rage."Yes, Ma’am." the girls promptly replied. "Thank you" said Miss. Beech in a caustic tone. "Dr. Shiffman is now ready to perform your physical exams. This way".

The receptionist led Miss. Beech, Tasha and Amara into a door off the corridor into a narrow corridor. On one side a sloping wooden barrier gradually sloped down to the floor at the end. Tasha and Amara could vaguely make out rows of shoes, legs and trainers of people sat on the rows of benches. A few seconds later, Tasha and Amara gasped in amazement as a large auditorium of bench seating came into view. Around forty to fifty students were sat listening intently to an older man dressed in hospital scrubs was talking, a middle aged lady who was also dressed in scrubs stood holding a clipboard and pen. A whiteboard onto which a PowerPoint slide showing a diagram of the female reproductive system was being projected onto a whiteboard as the doctor spoke. A hospital bed onto which a white sheet had been placed was in the centre of the lecture theatre. Under the screen stood a pair of black plastic chairs and a set of weighing scales.

"Ancient Greek gymnasia were public, open-air training facilities essential to athletic, social, and intellectual life, where participants exercised naked -gymnos - to promote physical, aesthetic, and divine ideals" Dr. Schiffman was saying, seeing Tasha and Amara walk in. "We have at Expanding Participation the same ideals in a medical context. We have today for you a unique opportunity to learn some real life medical anatomy and witness a full physical examination being performed" said the doctor as Miss. Beech led Amara and Tasha to the two plastic chairs.

“Tasha, you first. You might as well undress straight away, we don’t want to keep the doctor waiting. Blazer, dress, shoes, socks, bra and knickers all need to come off. You can leave your clothes on the chair. Hurry!", hissed Miss. Beech.

Tasha nervously sat down on the cold plastic chair and, trying not to make eye contact with any of the students or staff, started to undo her shoes.