“Hi there Emma! I’m Noah, Dr Shaw’s nurse for today. Is it ok if I come in and check a few things before she comes back for the exam?”

Emma just nodded.

“First thing we do here is get your weight, so if you could hop onto this scale for me…” Emma did as she was asked, holding the gown closed at the back as best she could. “Looks great Emma, now just have a seat on the exam table.”

Alex watched from his chair by the desk as Emma sat on the table in the middle of the room. Noah cheerfully put a thermometer in Emma’s ear, and waited for a minute. He noted something in her chart before carrying on with blood pressure and pulse before cheerily leaving the room to get the doctor.

“You ok babe? You’re quiet.”

“Yeah, you know I don’t love medical stuff.” Emma replied, straightening out her gown to cover as much as possible. Alex stood beside her at the table and rubbed her bare back, trying to reassure her, but another knock prevented Emma from calming down at all.

“Ok Emma, good to see you’re ready for the exam. Noah said that your vitals might be a little bit off because of nerves, but that’s very common so we can easily recheck them later. I know your problem was pain in your vagina, but since you haven’t had a physical in a long time and we have no medical history, it would be a good idea to check everything over just in case. Sound ok?”

“Good idea!” Alex replied, too enthusiastically, earning him a glare from Emma. But she knew the doctor was right.

“Emma, open wide… Good… Now say ahhhh… Great…” Emma smacked her lips together to get rid of the texture of the dry tongue depressor. The doctor looked in each ear, eye, nostril, and started palpating her neck, letting Emma start to relax in the normality of a check up.

“Next I’ll listen to your heart and lungs, is it ok if we lower your gown for that?” The doctor waited for Emma to give consent before untying the gown, letting it fall to her lap. The doctor noticed she still had a bra and panties on, but it wouldn’t matter for the moment anyway.

“Ok Emma, this will feel a bit cold, but just stay nice and relaxed and breathe normally.” With that the doctor placed on hand firmly on Emmas back, pushing to keep her sitting up straight and not pulling away as she moved her stethoscope across her chest. She slid her fingers and the bell into the cup of her bra, just briefly, before moving to her lungs at the back.

“Sounds good so far, take a few deep breaths for me now Emma. Inhale… and exhale… In… and out… One more… that’s great.” The doctor paused for a minute to hand her stethoscope back around her neck.

“Breast exam next, can you remove your bra for that Emma?” Emma’s face turned pink again, but she complied.

Alex took her bra from the table and left it with the rest of her nearly folded clothes on the chair next to him. He wanted to be helpful, make Emma feel more comfortable, but had no idea how to actually do that.

“Right arm on your head, yes that’s perfect.” The doctor started gently pushing against her breast, circling and getting closer to her nipple, before palpating directly on top of it. Emma stared at the wall, not knowing what to look at, what to think or do, just waiting for it to be over. The doctor took two fingers and pushed firmly into Emma’s armpit, ending by squeezing the nipple go check for discharge. “Now the other side, left arm up.”

Alex watched entranced, his arms folded on his lap to hide what might soon become a visible erection. Dr Shaw looked young, and pretty, and of course Emma was the most attractive woman in the world to him. Or maybe she would be if she stopped glaring daggers at him for enjoying this so much.

“That all looks good Emma. No discomfort there? No pain?”

“No, it was fine doctor.” Even just saying the word ‘doctor’ made Emma tense up again.

“Great. Lie down on your back on the table, I’ll check your tummy next. Ok?” Emma nodded and lay back, the gown still covering her lower half.

“I’m going to have a feel, then a listen to your tummy. Any pain or discomfort let me know straight away.” While explaining, the doctor started to put on bright blue gloves, still standing over Emma. A gloved hand started gently palpating, moving systematically over her abdomen, then going back to the starting point. Deeper this time, the doctor pressed firmly against Emmas soft stomach.

Noticing a small flinch, the doctor paused just below Emmas belly button. “Is that painful?”

“No, no I was just uncomfortable for a second.” Emma answered, even though she had been uncomfortable the entire time she had been in the clinic.

The doctor switched to tapping, then listening with a stethoscope over the same places she palpated before. “Emma I’m going to lower your gown a little more, to check the lymph nodes in your groin for any signs of infection. Is that ok?”

Emma nodded as the doctor pulled the flimsy drape lower, and slipped a hand into the waistband of her underwear. Emma lay still, resigned to what needed to happen, as she continued to be poked and prodded.