It would be an understatement of epic proportions to say that I went into panic mode the instant she closed the door: there was absolutely no way I was going to leave there without a completed form, but at that point in my life I was ridiculously modest and hated even the idea of having what now looked to be a very thorough exam administered by such an attractive woman.

As my mind raced, I realized that I only had three minutes to spare and so I started undressing and all too quickly got to a point where I hurriedly, but reluctantly lowered and then [even more reluctantly] stepped out of my underpants and added them to the rest of my clothes.

I then put on the exam gown...what there was of it at least. It was so thin that it was practically see-through not to mention the fact that it had only one flimsy tie at the neck and no ties of any kind on the back.

Arguably even worse, however, it was just barely long enough to cover either my package or my backside but definitely not long enough to cover both at the same time.

I had just about managed to get my bare bottom situated on the exam table with the front of my gown pulled forward and down far enough to comfortably cover my genitals when Christina reentered the room without even knocking this time.

She then remarked, with only the faintest hint of a smile “so I see you decided to submit yourself for examination” and with that, she started doing enough standard “exam things” that I naïvely started to relax a bit.

She actually began by peering into my eyes and then looking in my ears, nose, and in my mouth as well as nearly gagging me looking down my throat. Then, she carefully listened to my heart and lungs and checked my reflexes.

I don’t recall for sure the sequence, but at some point, she also did a relatively brief neurological check during which she touched my face and neck lightly at various points while I had my eyes closed and then told her where she’d just touched me.

Her next instructions were for me to stand up, as she wanted to listen to my heart and check my pulse after I was, as she put it, “revved up.”

Considering the fact that my exam gown was almost entirely inadequate to the task of preserving my modesty, I really didn’t want to have any part of what she was suggesting, but I also didn’t want her to abruptly end the exam and boot me out of the clinic so I felt that I had no choice but to obey her.

She then told me to jog in place until she told me to stop which I reluctantly started doing even though I immediately realized that my pitiful excuse for an exam gown would only partially (at best) cover my jiggling genitalia.

And so I was jogging while also feebly trying to preserve at least some modesty by repeatedly tugging at the bottom of my inadequate garment even though I knew it was a largely wasted effort. After that she did indeed take my pulse, as well as listen to my heart: and then had me do a series of deep knee bends, as well as some stretches/lunges to demonstrate my balance and flexibility or so I assumed.

She concluded the exercise portion by first having me do a number of jumping jacks, which of course guaranteed that my bouncing and flopping genitals were almost entirely on display, and then she got her first (though sadly not her last) look at my exposed ass by standing behind me while I did several toe touches.

She finally told me that I could stop, but before I could straighten up she reached down and ran her finger gently and slowly along my spinal column a few times which was the first time during the exam that I actually shuddered a bit.

When she stopped that however, I stood up to reveal quite a red face, partially from the exercise yes, but also from embarrassment though at that point I did not yet know what embarrassment actually was. So I had managed another first, exercising essentially naked in front of a woman I really didn’t even know.

She then handed me a glass with who knows what in it and told me to drink it, cryptically adding “this is something new, but it’ll make part of your exam easier” before allowing me to sit down and rest for a little while.

Far too soon, however, she struck another blow against my modesty by saying "that exam gown is turning out to be more trouble than it’s worth, put it in the trash and then come back over here and stand in front of me with your hands at your sides."

At first, I vainly hoped that she was joking or that maybe I had misunderstood her but the look of impatience that began to cross her face let me know that she was quite serious and thus I slowly did as she said and then walked over to stand in front of her as naked as the day I was born: I was still red-faced, but this time it was entirely from embarrassment and unfortunately for me it was going to get vastly worse before it got any better.