After about 20 minutes, there was a quick knock at the door, followed by the doctor entering with my file. Wearing a white coat, he quietly closed the door.

“It’s nice to meet you. How are you doing today?” he asked.

I tried to explain, but couldn’t find the words.

“I see you’re almost undressed,” he chuckled. “Those will come off soon enough.”

I gulped. “I figured you’d let me know when it was time,” I managed to say.

“Well, it’s time,” he noted dryly. “Go ahead and lose the underwear and have a seat back on the table,” he said as he set my chart on the counter, watching me as he washed his hands.

I climbed down from the table. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my underpants down and stepped out of them. As I was about to put them with my pants, the doctor walked over and took them from me, and then picked up my pants from the chair. “I’ll just hang all this right here,” he said, hanging my slacks and briefs on the back of the door with my other clothes.

“Have a seat up on the table and we can get started now,” the doctor said as he approached the side of the exam table.

Buck naked, I climbed up onto the table and sat my bare bottom on the blue pad. The flimsy drape had fallen to the floor when I got up from the table a minute before.

The doctor started by looking at my scalp and feeling all over my head. Finished quickly, he walked over to the wall, grabbed an otoscope, and started checking my ears, left and right. “Let’s take these off,” said the doctor as he removed my glasses and placed them on the counter. “Look at the picture on the wall behind me,” he said as he shined the bright light in my left eye. He moved on to the other eye, seeming totally unfazed that I was sitting completely naked on his exam table. After looking in my eyes with the light, he asked me to do a series of checks, following his moving finger.

“Let’s check your nose: tilt your head back,” said the doctor, as he shined the light into each of my nostrils. “Cover your left nostril, close your mouth and breathe through your right one,” he said as he put his finger in front of my right nostril. I did as instructed and took a deep breath. “Now do the same thing on the left side.” I did as I was told. “Definitely less airflow on the right side.” He started tapping over my sinuses. “You seem a bit congested.”

The doctor went to the tray on the counter and removed the white paper cover. I looked over as he grabbed a tongue depressor from the tray. “Open wide and stick your tongue out,” he said as he peered into my mouth with the light. “Say ahhhhh...” I heard as he pressed down on my tongue with the dry wood blade.

Once finished, he threw the tongue depressor into the trash and grabbed a blue glove off the tray and snapped it onto his right hand. “Open again...” he said as he put his left hand on the back of my head and started to feel my teeth and gums with his gloved finger. “How often are you going to the dentist?” he said, chuckling a little. “Probably should have asked you before I shoved my finger in your mouth,” he said as he methodically felt inside my mouth, finishing by running his finger under my tongue.

“About every 4 months...” I replied as he took out his finger and stripped off the glove.

The doctor walked up behind the table, almost against my back, and I felt him place his fingers on either side of my Adam’s apple. “Swallow for me ... and again, please.” Releasing my neck, he moved to in front of me, feeling the glands in my neck.

Taking the stethoscope from his pocket, he put it in his ears then put it over the left side of my chest. He had one hand resting on my right shoulder and the other hand holding the bell of the stethoscope. “Just breathe normally,” he said as he moved the stethoscope across my chest. He moved behind me and I felt the stethoscope on the small of my back. “Deep breath in through your mouth ... let it out … and again,” he said as changed sides.

“Lungs sound clear and heart sounds normal,” he informed me as he draped the stethoscope around his neck.

Once again, the doctor walked behind me, and I felt him place on hand on my right shoulder. He started feeling my spine from the base of my neck moving down. “Any pain when I press here?” he asked as his hand went lower and lower, before giving my tailbone a good feel.

After the doctor had finished, he picked up my chart and made a few notes as I sat there wondering what was next. Eyeing the tray, I noticed the pile of blue gloves, a few vials of solution, a blue and white tube of lubricating jelly, some swabs, and a small metal tube. Fuck. My heart really started racing.

Next, the doctor grabbed a reflex hammer off the counter, tapped on my knees and elbows, and went back to jot a few more notes in my chart.