I sat in the waiting room of the Student Health office, absentmindedly filling out the forms. There were tons of undergrads there with me, most slouched over cell phones or thumbing through the intake papers. The room clearly wasn't built for this many students, and some sat on the floor or leaned against walls. I was lucky enough to get a seat near the back, where I could explain my family history, allergies, and travel out-of-state in peace.

We all had to undergo mandatory testing before we could leave our dorms for home. Rumors had been flying like crazy on campus about the virus, about government quarantines, Chinese conspiracy theories, and even religious end-of-days type stuff. I wasn't terribly concerned about getting sick. Most of us were just annoyed that we had to take time out of the final week of the the semester for these exams. I'd catch a glimpse of the nurses every few minutes when they'd walk one student out and bring the next one in. They were always cheerful, even though the students definitely weren't excited to be there.

It was past 4:15 when I finally finished with the forms, but my name still hadn't been called. I began questioning if I should ask the receptionist for a time update, when my name was called.

"Right this way sweetheart." A nurse led me into the back room. She was young, maybe a member of the nursing school, but older than I was. I tried to ignore the disinfectant smell as I took off my shoes in front of the scale. 140lbs. I'd gained some weight since freshman year.

"You can grab your shoes and head into exam 3. I'll be there in just a moment."

The exam rooms weren't really rooms at all, but curtained off sections from the main walkway. There was a wall at the back, but curtains separating exam rooms on the sides and at the front. I put my shoes at the base of the table, and hopped up, trying not to wrinkle the paper too much. I could hear a nurse speaking in the room next to me,

"Deep breath...and out..." Then the curtain opened. She was carrying a tray covered by a cloth, and set it on the table next to me. I winced thinking about what was below it; I hated needles. "Heading home?" She asked, preparing something at a rolling table in the back. "Yeah, this weekend."

"Just a few tests to run before the doctor sees you, don't worry, I've done this a bunch of times. Open up." She popped the end of a digital thermometer in my mouth. "Let that sit for a minute." She rolled up the cuff of my tee shirt and attached a blood pressure cuff around my arm, tightening it with expert hands. The thermometer beeped and she recorded the temperature, along with the blood pressure from the automatic cuff. I was getting a little nervous as to what would come next. I could hear a conversation through the curtain, something about traveling during spring break.

She moved to uncover the tray, and to my relief there were no needles. "Just two quick swabs then I'm done with you, they can be a little unpleasant but it's nothing to worry about." I focused at the light blue curtains as she snapped on a pair of latex gloves. I always sweat when I'm nervous, and I was worried she'd be able to tell. I bit my bottom lip. "This first one is just at the back of your throat, if you can open wide..." I opened my mouth and she adjusted my bottom jaw with her gloved hand, then pressed a tongue depressor down on my tongue. "Perfect, stay just like that." She said, reaching for the swab. "Quick pinch." I gagged. "Almost done. Just one more." She popped the swab in a vial, then held a longer one in front of me.

"This just reaches the back of your nose for a sample. Try not to move, and just breathe, it only takes about ten seconds. Tip your head back a little for me..." My heart began to speed up, anticipating the feeling. A girl living on my hall told me they swabbed your brain! I pulled my head back involuntarily, but she held it steady with a hand on the side of my cheek. "One, two" and she stuck it in on two. I hated when they did that. I gagged again as she slid the swab out. If she noticed my reaction, she didn't say anything about it.

"Great job. The doctor will be in to see you in a few minutes, but we are a little understaffed today." She pulled a gown out from under the table. "Put this on, opening in the back. You can leave your socks on, but everything else off." Fuck. I thought I had avoided this part. She peeled off her gloves then tugged the curtain closed as she left with the samples.

I started to undress, trying to balance on one foot as I tugged off each pant leg. I folded each piece as I went, then finally tucked my underwear underneath the pile of clothes. I left everything on top of my shoes, then put on thin paper gown. At least I had shaved that morning. I moved slowly as not to rip the paper, then carefully tied it off to the side. I felt weird standing there in only my socks, so I added them to the pile. The floor was a little cold, but with the amount that I was sweating, I could handle it. The curtain beside me had gone silent, but I could hear the shuffling of people moving. I tried to slow my breathing to get an idea of what was going on.

"Some light pressure now", a female voice spoke, "just breathe. Little pinch." Then there was the clanging of metal. I'm going to use my hands now, it might be a little cold." I tried to picture what was happening, getting a little scared. I was beginning to seriously consider getting dressed and seeing my primary care doctor instead, since the exams were never that in depth. Just then, my curtain was pulled open. A young doctor stepped in, who couldn't have been older than forty. His sleeves were rolled up, and he looked tired, but friendly. I shifted on the paper sheet.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Radley, we might've met before at the flu shot drive. I've just got so many students to take care of.." I smiled at him. "You had an outdated physical, so we're going to catch that up today and hopefully get you on your way soon. Any fun plans tonight?" He pumped some hand sanitizer onto his hands as he spoke, then moved to feel my neck. "Not really." His fingers moved up and down the sides of my neck, then he shone a light into my eyes. "Follow this with your eyes...Good." Then he moved to my side and slid the probe into my left ear, then my right. It felt funny, but the feeling was okay. "Now open wide for me...Ahhhhh." I opened my mouth but didn't make any noise. He didn't seem to be checking that thoroughly anyways. "Good. Now just lay back."

The table was at a slight angle, so I rested my back against it. He loosed my gown around my shoulders, then adjusted it to below my rib cage. "We have to do a breast exam, just try to relax. I'm going to put your hands above your head now." I felt very vulnerable in that position, but I trusted him. He was very professional as his hands worked their way around my chest. I couldn't help but notice my nipples getting hard, and I tried to steady my breathing. We didn't speak, but I could hear some metal clanking in the neighboring curtains. His touch was firm, and the exam was over pretty quickly. He left my gown down as he moved to palpate my stomach, getting lower and lower. I was worried he'd get to my pubic hair, but he stopped just before then, then brought the gown back to my shoulders. "You can sit up now."

I thought, maybe we could be done now. "I'm going to be right back, just hang tight for me." I didn't see anything outside of the curtain as he tugged it closed, but I started listening in at the other curtains. From the other side I could hear voices. "Just a swab now. You need to relax." Was it the nose swab? I pitied the kid next to me. A male voice spoke out, "No, please, that won't fit!" My heart sped up remembering the feeling. The female doctor again: "You won't like the alternative, now stay still." Then silence for a moment.

The doctor returned to my curtain with a tray and the same nurse from before.

"I need to do a complete pelvic exam now. It can be a little uncomfortable, but this is required for all of our female students." I started to sweat, but I could tell I had no way out of it. Had all of the other girls really gone through this? He pumped more hand sanitizer on, then moved to the foot of the table.

The nurse put her hand on my shoulder. "Lay on your back, honey, and swing your legs down this side." She motioned towards the stirrups the doctor was arranging. I tried to keep my gown flat as I laid down, letting my legs hang off the end of the table between the stirrups. They were the knee crutch type, which I had never seen before in person. He cleared his throat, "I'm going to help you lift your legs into these now, scoot down a little closer to me." I scooted down a few more inches, then lifted my right leg a little. He took hold of it and guided it into place, then did the same with my left. It was impossible to keep my knees together in this position, although I tried. The gown was still hanging down between my legs. The nurse gently pushed against my shoulders so I would be lying down on the table. I couldn't see what he was doing from this angle.

"You need to relax a little more, I'm going to widen these a bit." I heard cranking, and my legs were spread farther and farther apart. I willed myself to relax. "There you go, just breathe." I winced as I heard the snap of gloves, then felt light pressure on my inner thighs, urging them to relax. He pulled up the gown so that my vagina was now visible.

"I'm going to look around externally first, you'll feel me now." I flinched as his gloved fingers felt along my outer lips, then spread them apart to reveal my inner anatomy. My breath caught in my throat as he pulled back the hood over my clit, then touched it with his finger for just a second. I felt him spread my inner lips, then pause for a moment. "I'm going to take a sample from your urinary tract, it's a little uncomfortable. I'm going to have my nurse hold your legs open just so you don't flinch." My heart was pounding at this point, but I stayed frozen on the table as she came around the side of me with straps for above my knees. I felt them tighten until they were snug, securing me to the table.

"Ok, breathe, I'm going in." He applied light pressure and I tried to pull away, to no avail. I felt a slight burning and the nurse rested her hand on my knee, which only made me more annoyed. "Relax, almost done." He twisted it and a sharp breath escaped my lips. "There, all done."

He handed the swab to the nurse, who dropped it in a vial. Then, I heard the snap of a tube of lubricant. I knew what it meant, and tried to relax myself. "I'm going to be placing two fingers inside of you now, it won't hurt." Then he was at my entrance again, cold lube dripping off his fingers. I knew I was tense, and the nurse rubbed my shoulder. Slowly, but steadily, he slid his hand inside, feeling the grooves in the walls and twisting as he went. I held my breath as he turned his hand around, pressing on my stomach with a similar intensity. Then, he removed his hand, tugged off his gloves, and whispered something to the nurse. I was still restrained to the table, and strained to listen to what they were saying.

"You won't like this next part too much, but we need to perform a full rectal exam on you." I gulped. "For this you'll be bent over the table with your legs apart. It's a little embarrassing, but it must be done." The nurse undid the straps at my knees, then guided me to a standing position in front of the table. The gown had fallen, so she pulled it back up around my waist.

"Put your chest against the table." I leaned forward, and turned my head to the side to see what the doctor was doing. I wondered if the kids behind the curtains next to me knew what was happening. How embarrassing! I heard the snap of gloves behind me, then the undeniable sound of the tube of lubricant opening. "Spread your legs apart." I shuffled them apart, trying to maintain modesty. "Wider." The nurse came around from behind and gently pushed my inner thighs so that my feet were about a foot and a half apart. "Perfect."

Then the doctor spoke, "Relax, you'll feel me touch you now." His hand spread apart my cheeks, then I felt a glob of lubricant drip down my crack. I flinched involuntarily. His finger followed, spreading the moisture around. My chest was flat on the table, and I felt powerless. "Hold onto the edge of the table if you need to. I'm going to push my finger into your rectum now." I gulped and tried to resist, but his finger was too strong for my muscles. "There you go, don't fight it." He said with gentle pressure, sliding his thick finger into my bottom. Once it was in, he twisted it to the side and pushed as deep as possible, wiggling, trying to feel for something.

To be continued....