Brooke wondered how a breast exam would be performed when she still had her t-shirt and bra on. "I'm going to pull this out and you can put your legs down," the nurse explained. She pulled out the extension on the table. Brooke pulled her feet out of the stirrups and straightened her legs out.

"We didn't have any gowns, so we'll just have you remove your bra and pull up your shirt for the next part."

Well, OK, Brooke thought. This seemed awkwardly planned, and she felt weird with her naked lower half covered by just a paper drape, still feeling the lube and the slightly odd sensation of the recent probing, but she complied and pulled her shirt up, unhooked her bra, and set it down in her lap.

"OK, you'll feel me touch you here." He came over and started to examine her. After having him down at the end for the pelvic, it felt weird having him so close to her as he carefully examined both breasts and her nipples. "Lie down," he asked, and she did, at which point he repeated the process.

"Alright, everything feels fine. You can get dressed now. We'll send you a letter letting you know the results of your pap smear."

"Thanks," Brooke said. Finally done. This had been way more than she expected for today's visit. She waited until the door closed and quickly got off the table. She walked over to grab some tissues and tried to clean up the gel. After a few wipes, she threw away the tissues. She put her bra back on, then slid her underwear back on, then finally her jeans and shoes.

The looked back at the table for a moment - the stirrups, the used speculum, the lamp. She knew this experience was shared by every female, but it still felt so strange, especially with a male doctor who would never know what it was like to be so exposed and vulnerable. At least her next visit would be a couple years away. She opened the door and walked to her car.