As Nurse Meghan left the room, she closed the circular curtain around the door. Carl then heard her shut the door, and then heard her place, what he assumed was his medical file, into the file holder outside the exam room door.

Fear and embarrassment gripped him. Also, anger… Mostly at his wife for this. Reluctantly, he got off the exam table, took a deep sigh, and began to unbutton his shirt. While doing so, he noticed a mirror. He looked away in embarrassment. He took his shirt off, tossed it on the plastic chair where his shoes already were, then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, and off, one leg at a time, then put them on the chair as well. He then went and sat back on the exam table. As he sat down the paper on the table crinkled, and stuck slightly to the back of his thighs, just below his underwear.

He looked at the mirror again and saw himself sitting there on the examination table. He was wearing nothing but his necklace, his watch, ankle socks, and his low cut light blue briefs. He definitely was not in as good a shape as he use to be, but still looked pretty good in his small under pants. A little bit of belly fat, but other then that Carl was pretty happy with the shape he kept himself in. Carl had a cute, dad body. He then noticed his groin area, his underwear gripped his penis and testicles tightly, making for a lumpy bulge in his underwear. He thought to himself that he wished he had worn boxers or at least boxer briefs.

Time ticked by, and Carl just sat there, dangling his legs off the table. Out of boredom he got up, quickly grabbed his Iphone and got back on the table, again to crinkling sound. He started looking at emails, but then noticed his wife had texted him…

Wife: How is it going?

Carl: Fuck you, this is horrible

Wife: Y?

Carl then took a selfie of himself on the exam table, in his underwear and sent it to his wife. His wife then texted back

Wife: LOL

Wife: Good, I’m glad. You need a check up. Make sure they check you out everywhere.

Carl began to write back, but as he did, he heard noise from outside the door. It was a women’s voice saying: “she hadn’t been in in 4 years, so I did a full pelvic”. Carl thought whoever’s voice that was, must be the doctor. Then a split second later the door opened, and he could see feet under the curtain. Panic struck him.