Roxy, who had brown, curly hair and was neither particularly thin nor overweight, arrived at the college medical clinic with a minute to spare. The older receptionist, who looked distinctly grumpy, seemed inclined to scold her for not arriving early. Instead, she brusquely handed Roxy a clipboard and told her to wait on the bench farther up the hall.

Roxy sat nervously on the bench, filling out the form as best she could. She noted that she had no known allergies or asthma and that her periods were regular. She blushed when she reached the box labeled "Virgin / Non-Virgin," momentarily shocked by the bluntness of the wording.

She watched a female nurse going in and out of one room, then saw a young, smiling woman, who appeared to be a doctor, step out of another. She found herself hoping she would be seen by a female practitioner.

Her heart dropped when a door opened and an older male voice boomed, "Roxanne Lewis."

She stepped into the room as the doctor took his seat behind a well-worn desk. In front of it stood a simple wooden chair with a straight back, clearly intended for patients. Against one wall was an old brown leather examination couch, its paper covering neatly replaced. Nearby stood a set of weighing scales with a height measure attached, an eye chart fixed to the far wall, a blood pressure monitor, a small trolley stocked with neatly arranged medical supplies, a sink with soap and paper towels, and a row of cupboards containing clinical equipment. The room was clean and orderly, though its functional appearance did little to calm her nerves.

The doctor motioned for her to take a seat and reached for the clipboard. He was an older man with thinning grey hair, bald across the top of his head. Small glasses rested low on his nose, and his face was ruddy from age. He was both tall and broad, giving him an imposing presence.

"I'm Professor Scott," he said, glancing up from the form. "I'm the head of the college medical clinic."

"I see you haven't had a routine health examination here before," he said, scanning the clipboard. "And we don't appear to have any records from your previous doctor. Never mind—we'll establish a baseline today."

"Are you planning on playing any sports this year?"

"I don't think so."

"All right. In that case, there's no need for a sports physical. We'll begin with a general examination."

He picked up a penlight. "I'd like to start by checking your ears, nose, and throat."

Roxy nodded.

He examined each ear in turn before asking her to tilt her head back slightly so he could inspect her nose. Finally, he shone the light into her mouth.

"Open wide, please."

She did.

"Say 'ah.'"

"Ah."

"Once more."

"Ah."

He used a tongue depressor to gently lower her tongue while he examined the back of her throat, then asked her to move her tongue from side to side so he could inspect the inside of her cheeks and gums.

"Everything looks healthy," he said, making a brief note on the chart. "Your oral hygiene is good."

"You can take off your shoes, socks, and outer clothing now," he said. "Then step over here so we can record your height and weight."

Roxy looked around, wondering if she was expected to change behind a curtain, but the doctor was already making notes on his clipboard and clearly expected her to proceed.

She removed her sneakers, socks, and sweater, leaving her in her T-shirt and leggings.

"All your outer clothes, please," the doctor said flatly.

Feeling nervous, she removed her T-shirt showing her plain white bra, and then her leggings, relieved that she was wearing quite large, sensible white panties.

Dr. Scott guided her over to the scales.

"Hands by your sides, please."

After adjusting the weights, he made a note of the reading.

"160 pounds," he said.

He then lowered the height bar. "Stand up straight, please."

A moment later, he recorded the measurement.

"Five foot four inches."

"Hmm," he said, making another note. "Let me show you where you are on the BMI chart."

He pointed to the chart on the wall.

"You're a little overweight. It's nothing to be particularly concerned about, but you're a young woman starting college, so it's worth keeping an eye on your diet and exercise habits, especially with the changes in routine that often come with student life."

"I'll take a few measurements so you have a better idea of which areas you might want to focus on. The college gym has some excellent personal trainers. I'll write you a note for six free introductory sessions to help you get started. If you don't see the progress you're looking for, you can make an appointment with our nutritionist." Dr. Scott used calipers to take a few measurements, recording the results as he checked her upper arms, abdomen, and thighs.

Roxy felt herself becoming increasingly self-conscious as he made each measurement. She was aware of every movement and found it embarrassing to have areas of her body being assessed so directly, even though she knew it was part of a routine health check. She tried to remind herself that it was simply a medical assessment and focused on staying calm.

Once he had finished, Dr. Scott stood back and made a final note on the clipboard.

"You've still got a little bit of puppy fat," he said. "Get into a good routine with your diet and exercise, and you'll be in the right weight range in no time."

Roxy blushed slightly but nodded.

"Thank you," she said.

Okay, let me take a look at your skin," Dr. Scott said. "Stand in the middle of the room for me."

He picked up his penlight again and carried out a careful visual examination, checking her skin from head to toe.

"Turn around for me, please."

Roxy turned away instructed, feeling self-conscious under the examination. Dr. Scott continued his assessment, checking for any moles or lesions, she flinched with shock as she felt his hand hoist her panties up giving her a wedgie.

"Just checking your bottom for any rashes." The doctor commented, before shining his light down her thighs.

"Lift your right foot."

She did so, and he examined the sole of her foot.

"And your left."

She repeated the movement while he completed the check and made a note on the clipboard.

"Please bend forward at the waist," Dr. Scott said. Roxy felt embarrassed by the awkwardness of the position, but she followed the instruction. "A little further please Roxanne, grasp your ankles if you need to." Dr. Scott adjusted his position, bending down so her spine was at eye level. "Good, good, I don't see any signs of scoliosis, your spine is well aligned. Stay down a minute longer." He stood up and passed both his hands down either side of her spine feeling right down to the top of her panties, then his hands slipped under the elastic feeling right down to her tail bone. She felt her face go bright red as he slipped the panties to half way down her buttocks, pressing his thumbs around her coccyx.

"All right, you can stand up now," Dr. Scott said. "Take a seat."

Roxy straightened up, frantically tugging her panties up and pulling them so that they covered her butt properly.

Dr. Scott placed the clipboard aside and reached for his stethoscope, a familiar piece of equipment hanging neatly from the edge of the desk. He checked the tubing briefly before slipping the earpieces into place and preparing to continue the examination.

"Now I'll listen to your heart and lungs," he said. Dr. Scott placed the stethoscope against her back first.

"Take a slow, deep breath in for me," he said.

Roxy did as instructed, breathing steadily while he listened carefully at several points across her lungs. The room was quiet except for the faint sounds of the clinic outside the door.

"Good. Again."

After completing the lung examination, he moved on to check her heart, listening for a few moments before making another note on the clipboard.

"Everything sounds normal," he said. "Your breathing is clear and your heart rate is within the expected range."

Professor Scott then asked Roxy to move over to the examination couch and lie down, she felt awkward as she shuffled over, self conscious about walking about in front of a man in her underwear, she covered her body with her arms.

"Just relax as much as you can," he said as she lay down. "We'll do a few final routine checks."

The paper covering the couch crinkled softly as she settled into position. She noticed the faint scent of disinfectant in the room, the quiet hum of the clinic outside, and the occasional muffled voices passing in the corridor. He started pressing the cold stethoscope to her abdoen.

"Everything sounds normal," he said. "You have good bowel activity."

"Just relax your stomach muscles for me," he said.

He examined her abdomen systematically, firmly palpating one organ before moving through the different areas, checking for any signs of tenderness, discomfort, or unusual findings. He watched her reactions carefully and asked whether anything felt sore or uncomfortable.

"Any pain there?"

"No," Roxy replied.

He continued the examination, making notes as he went.

"Everything feels normal," he said. "You don't seem constipated to me." Roxy shifted uncomfortably.

"Right you can sit up now and I'd like you to remove your bra please so I can do a breast examination." Professor Scott smiled wryly. "Have you had one before?" Roxy shook her head, now incredibly nervous. "I can ask a nurse to come in an chaperone, would you like that?" Roxy paused, then shook her head, more of an audience would be even worse.

"All right, so what it will involve will be me taking a good look at the breast area, and then a feel of the breast tissue. It's crucial that all women to this regularly, are you happy for me to go ahead."

"Er.. yes?" Roxy wasn't sure but supposed it was for the best.

"OK then, slip your bra off and pop it to one side." Roxy did so, "OK put your hands on your hips for me and press down on the hips." Roxy did as she was asked, Professor Scott didn't take his eyes off her chest area. "And now put your hands behind your head, and push your elbows back." Roxy blushed at this, feeling very exposed. "And now just lean forward for me." Roxy stared at the floor, feeling her boobs hang loose.