Rachel follows the nurse into the first cubicle along the left wall. Although smaller than a standard exam room, it is surprisingly roomy, as long as there are no more than three people in it. There is an exam table centered in the cubicle with the head end close to the wall, the foot end facing the entrance. It is a portable trainer’s type table, like you might see in a sports facility. It has fresh exam table paper over it, a roll is attached below the head end. Rachel sees two plastic totes with lids on them under the exam table. Maybe extra supplies? There is a folding chair in the left rear corner, and a Mayo stand to the right of the table near the foot end with a box of tissues on it. A small folding table is against the wall to the right of the head end of the exam table, with a blood pressure cuff, a digital forehead type thermometer, and a few plastic jars with lids. The jars are solid, she can’t see what is inside them. She gets uncomfortable at the sight of a couple of boxes of nitrile exam gloves next to the jars. There is what appears to be an LED headlamp next to the boxes. She doesn’t like the implication of what the doctor would need gloves and a headlamp for! To the left of the exam table is a wastebasket with a red biohazard bag as a can liner. Next to that is a small rolling stool, presumably for the doctor.

The nurse says “Go ahead and remove your blazer and place it on the chair, then have a seat here on the table please, I will check your vitals.” The nurse pats her hand at the foot end of the exam table to indicate where she wants Rachel to sit. Rachel removes her blazer, sets it on the chair, then sits up onto the exam table, making the table paper crinkle loudly. The nurse takes Rachel’s vitals, and says “Your blood pressure and pulse are slightly elevated, do you feel nervous?” Rachel replies “Yes, a little, I was not expecting a physical today.” The nurse says “Don’t worry, this will be no different than what you would expect from your own doctor. Try and relax, I will be back shortly with the doctor.” The nurse leaves, and Rachel wonders why the nurse would need to accompany the doctor. Her mind starts to race, she knows a nurse usually accompanies a doctor when an intimate exam is going to be carried out. Yet she wasn’t told to disrobe, which she finds confusing. If she was going to be given breast and pelvic exams, she would have been told to change into a gown, right? The not knowing what the doctor will do is what bothers her the most.

Rachel crosses her legs tightly. There is a skylight right above her cubicle, the very bright sunlight is beaming down, combined with the bright overhead LED lights make her shiny suntan nylon/spandex blend thigh top stockings look like they are oiled up. The hem of her tight fitting sleeveless sheath dress has ridden up her thighs several inches from her sitting down. The glossy nylons really accentuate her well toned thighs and chiseled calves, her lifting weights has really built up excellent muscle tone, not only her sexy legs, but her entire sexy smoking hot body. She is still wearing her high heels, the thin leather ankle straps buckled snugly around her glossy nylon covered slender ankles.

Rachel can faintly hear the second man’s exam from across the room. The mention of a testicular exam and hernia check, lower your undershorts, more coughing, another mention of a rectal exam. Rachel thinks the second man also appears close to her age. It is looking more likely that she might also suffer getting a full physical, which might include a rectal exam. She knows there are other men and women seated nearby in the waiting area, she hears brief conversations here and there. But for the most part everyone seems quiet. Rachel thinks that they are probably as shocked and surprised as she is about all this. She knows that everyone can hear the poor man’s exam, she sure can! She knows they will definitely hear her exam. She wishes everyone was talking loudly, like at a bar, so no one would be able to hear all the intimate details and sounds of the physicals going on. She especially wishes for a lot of loud voices to drown out the sounds of her own upcoming physical.

Rachel is snapped back to reality by hearing the nurse say “Mrs. Morgan, the doctor is here” as she pushes the inner curtain aside and walks in, followed by the doctor. Rachel’s heart drops as she sees the doctor is a man.