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The Ultimate Exam

The Exam, Ch 2

I stand there, shaking as the doctor turns to the cabinet, starting to get out a series of instruments he's able to hide from my prying view. They clang, making an intimidating racket as he places them on the counter. I have no idea what purpose they serve or how they might be used on me and the thought is terrifying. Desperate, I eye the door, but he's much too close.

"I have to go to the bathroom." I lie.

"Hmm I very much doubt you do, quite yet. But let's get that gown on and we'll see about a urine sample."

I gulp, horrified and consider my alternatives. I rush for the door, but he reaches out and grabs me, his hands on my waist.

"I know you don't like this, most girls your age do not, but the examination is for your own good. Now I'll give you one more chance. You can put the gown on yourself or we can start the exam fully clothed and I will aid you in removing your clothing."

I stare at him a beat, knowing for sure I don't want this man helping me to take my clothes off.

"Okay..." I give in weakly, hugging the gown tight.

Satisfied he turns around and goes back to his tools. I hesitate another second, and look for a place to take cover. I chose the examining table, but find its up against a wall. I turn toward it and start to take off my shirt. My shaking increases as I disrobe, putting on the gown, as soon as my bra comes off. My heart skips a beat, unable to believe what I've done. When I'm down to my undies, I can barely breathe.

"Be sure to leave your underpants on top of the pile of clothes." He cautions. I turn around, noting with relief that he isn't watching me. "And get back up on the table.

Confused, I do as asked. My heart leaps again when he approaches the table, and I realize, finally, how cornered I am. One one side: him, the other, the wall.

He pulls out his stethoscope and starts to listen to my heart and lungs.

"Alright, breathe deep." He moves the stethoscope around clinically, listening to my heart and lungs. He moves on to blood pressure, and refluxes as he starts to ask me questions.

"Annie, about when did you notice your breasts starting to develop?"

"Um... a few years ago?"

"And your period?"

"At 11."

"You're not and have never been sexually active?"

"No." I grow nervous.

"Do you masterbate? That is, do you touch yourself down there?"

"No."

"Are you attracted to men or women?"

"M-men." I'm forced to admit.

"Fine. All perfectly healthy. Are your periods regular, painful?"

"Regular, um, they hurt a lot."

"We'll check that out."

I die inside, wishing I hadn't admitted this.

"And lastly, do you put anything inside of your vagina, tampons, fingers... toys?"

I blush and shake my head no. "Okay. Get up off the table and follow me."

I'm surprised when he opens the door and leads me into the hall.

"Hold out your arms to the sides." He instructs. I'm confused when he takes a tape measure and starts to measure around my bust, my waist and hips. "This is something I would've been tracking since you first started growing, but when did you last notice your breasts get larger?"

"Um... earlier this year?"

"Alright we'll check that out later. Step on the scale. Great height and weight."

"Um... I have to go to the bathroom." I remind.

Without a word, he puts his hand on my shoulder and leads me back into the examination room.

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