Now aged eighteen years of age, twin sisters Chloe and Zoe Harris had inherited their mother Beth's radiant good looks, luscious brown hair and womanly curves. Having gone to a very strict all girls school, despite their now being adults both girls wear still forced to wear the same childish uniform they had worn for years, right down to the grey skirts, frilly white socks and black Mary Jane school shoes the strict uniform code insisted they wear on pain of detention and isolation. Having attended school that morning, Chloe and Zoe found themselves preoccupied with the thought of what might lie in store this afternoon for them. Their mother, Beth, had been sparing with the detail this morning at breakfast, telling them only that they were due to see Dr. Schiffman for a physical examination in connection with their respective University applications. 12pm soon came around and the two girls signed out of the school premises, getting in the car with their mother and heading off to the downtown industrial building which housed the clinic of Dr. Schiffman, their family doctor. Or so they thought.

"Mom, where are we going?!", asked Zoe as Beth sped past the building which housed Dr. Schiffman's clinic.

"You'll see soon enough!", answered Beth. "No don't distract me, you know how nervous I am when driving".

Zoe and Chloe played with their phones for the ten minutes it took them to drive to the University medical faculty, parking up next to the main entrance. Both girls took in the view of the imposing concrete building, dozens of student doctors and nurses coming in and out of the entrance. Having turned off the engine, Beth sighed.

"Me and your father have been having money trouble since he was made redundant from his job at the factory, so we all have to make sacrifices. We couldn't afford your medical examinations for University to be done privately at the clinic. Dr. Schiffman has kindly agreed to see you at the teaching hospital. I don't want any pouting, moaning or complaining. Do I make myself clear ladies?" she said firmly.

"Yes, mom!", groaned Chloe and Zoe almost in unison.

"Good! Right, come on, let's get a move on", said Beth.

Beth led the girls into the busy reception area of the teaching hospital. Zoe and Chloe took in the view of patients of various ages and genders awaiting their consultations. Having checked in on reception, Beth and the two girls took a seat in the busy waiting area down the corridor from the reception desk. As they waited, Zoe and Chloe were stunned to see a female patient around their age led out of a pair of doors just after the waiting area. The girls both shuddered in disbelief at what they saw. The poor girl was wearing what looked like a pair of surgical socks and a matching hairnet but was otherwise completely naked. Chloe looked away as she remembered the lack of modesty and privacy at Dr Schiffman's clinic when they had visited before, thankfully only for repeat prescriptions or other minor matters.

Five minutes passed and a the same nurse who had led the naked patient out of the doors reappeared holding a clipboard. Introducing herself as Nurse Collins, she abruptly told Chloe and Zoe to follow her.