Will pulled into his parking spot outside the university sports medicine building. It wasn’t technically his spot, but the three other guys he worked with lived closer to campus and liked to bike to work, and his new supervisor was on maternity leave for the next six months. That left two spaces for him and Rebecca, who’d recommended him for the job, to sort out between themselves. Walking into the building, with its tall pine trees and steel public art, he was excited. New job. The lobby’s chairs– leather in the school’s yellow and white, the sort of simple elegance that only a university’s athletic budget could afford to buy– were about three quarters filled. Every four years the university hosted regional sports tournaments, the “North-West Olympics” and while the name was a little grand, apparently every year there were a few students who went on to qualify for national trials. Today they were doing the final health screenings for the athletes, which meant he’d be taking medical histories and recording lists of medication all morning. As Rebecca had promised, this was a lot less stress and anxiety than his last job at the hospital.

Will tossed his backpack onto a chair in his office. Dude, Rebecca is out today. They’ve got someone from the main campus health center doing medical histories, which means you’re gonna do the drug tests. You ever done that before? Kevin, a tall hockey-nut who mostly dealt with knee problems was standing in the doorway.

Nope, I’ve only been here a week, man. Just medical histories so far. Kevin grinned, tossing him a binder. Basically just collect their samples and make sure it’s in the sealed container. All the details are in here. You’ll be in room four. I think we’re getting started in thirty minutes. Make sure there are enough gloves in there.

Ten minutes later, Will was hurrying down the hallway to Exam Room Four. He’d read through the pages titled Supervised Collection Protocols. From what he’d read it seemed like he’d have his hands full, and downed the call coffee he’d planned to have throughout the morning. He was feeling a little jittery. This was not going to be another day of listening to medical histories.

The exam room was large, about double the size of a normal one. Today it had been converted for the health checks. A line of electrical tape stretched from the chairs in the hallway into the room, around some medical screens set up to keep the line steady but block the view from the hallway, and into the main room with an exam table, sink, stool, and rolling table with a box of gloves. Two red dots of tape were set up on either side of the toilet, and another two boxes of gloves sat on the counter. Will swallowed, looking back down at the binder. He adjusted the stool and sat down. The athletes, he knew, had to go through a few stations before they got to him. This was his first time doing this.

Aiko? The receptionist called her name, and she stood up. She was a little nervous. She didn’t really like doctors offices, and it was dumb worrying about this when she had her big tennis match in just three days. She was in her junior year, she only had a couple more chances to qualify. She closed the K-pop video she’d been watching on her phone, put her earbuds in the pocket of her team windbreaker, and followed the nurse. She nodded along through the explanation of the health check, signed a couple waivers, ignored some paper about parasites or something, and answered about a hundred questions form a bored-looking lady with a clipboard. She didn’t really read the papers. She just wanted to get this over with.

Next she followed a line of tape down the hall to the next room where she was told to take off her shoes and socks, and deposit them along with her backpack into a big plastic basket so she could have her height taken. In the next room her earphones and windbreaker joined them while she got her blood pressure taken, hearing checked, and eyes tested. At each station she handed the doctor or nurse a folder with her name on it, they scribbled some notes, and passed it back to her. Her heart was pounding now. According to the paper she’d been given at reception, she was going to have some sort of “physical assessment” and a drug test, but first she had to have some blood drawn. A small line was forming, and every few minutes she was a step closer to the door with the nurse who kept asking everyone to make sure they “had their arms ready”. Her feet were still bare from getting here height checked. She was wearing her team sweatpants and a tight, sleeveless athletic top over her sports bra, but she was still a little cold.

When it was her turn, Aiko sat down in the chair, and rested her bare arm on the armrest. Can I put my earphones on? Sorry it’s just… The nurse, an older lady, smiled. No problem, but I’m pretty good at this, but whatever makes you comfortable. Here, you get your music ready and I’ll- The hush of her earphones descended. Aiko pulled out her phone, and was choosing a song when the nurse tapped her shoulder. All done, told you didn’t I? Grabbing her plastic basket and back on the line of tape, Aiko giggled a little. She was so relieved. Her shoulders felt lighter. The worst was over.

The line for the next station took longer. Sitting in a chair outside the door she could hear the doctor asking the next girl some questions, then some crinkling. More crinkling, more talking in low voices. Aiko looked at the girl sitting to her left, next to go after her, and smiled a little. Soon the door opened and a slender girl with long black hair came out, looking a little startled. Next, a male voice called.

Aiko entered the room, closing the door behind her. The doctor was tall, male, maybe thirty five. Hi there, let me have a look at your forms. Aiko, is it? Great, tennis is such a cool sport. We’re gonna go ahead and do your sports physical assessment and get you out of here. He kept chatting while he checked her eyes, looked in her ears, nose and mouth before pulling out his stethoscope. OK now I’m going to fill out these forms, if you could just put your top into your basket over there. Aiko blushed, she hadn’t expected this. She hesitated a moment, then tugged off her shirt, the collar messing up her bangs and ponytail a bit. The doctor looked up from his papers. Great! Now I’m going to listen to your chest.

She looked down as the the stethoscope roamed over her back, then snaked around to her abdomen, up right to the edge of her pink sports bra, then around her side and just above her cleavage.

I’m going to do some range of motion tests, then check your abdomen. Abdomen? Did that mean? The doctor then had Aiko raise her arms, lower them, stick them straight out to the sides, and walk across the room. It all felt a bit like the beginning of her gymnastics routine when she was a kid. He had her bend over, touching her knees while he ran his hands down her spine, over the back of her bra, right to the edge of her pants. Great, now go ahead and lie back on the table. Here was the crinkling. She lay back, wishing she had her shirt on. The doctor then began feeling her stomach, moving up nearly to her bra- and then the hands began to move down. They passed her belly button, the tips of his fingers sliding just slightly under the waistband of her sweatpants, but not quite to the edge of her spandex underwear.

OK then! He clapped his hands, making her jump. All good. Aiko sat up, grabbing her shirt and pulling it roughly down over her head. She grabbed her basket and ran back to the line. She felt a little shaky. She could still feel his hands under her bellybutton, just under her sweatpants. She rubbed her tummy with with the edge of the basket. Her feet still felt cold, and she felt a think trickle of sweat run down her side to her bra.

The line seemed to be moving faster now and she came to a line of chairs leading up to a door at the end of the hall. The girl in front of her turned to her. Do you know how they do the drug test? Aiko blushed a little, I think it’s just a pee test.

OK. Pee in a cup then go. At least they did’t really check too much in that last room. Aiko nodded, and rubbed her waistband again. It felt weird being touched. After the chairs, it turned out the line continued, but the girls were more spaced out. Aiko watched the girl ahead of her go into the room, then after a few moments a nurse ushered her in as well. Just go as far as the screen and wait to be called, she said. Aiko stood next to the screen, looking around.

Ok now, whenever you’re ready, she heard another male voice say. Why were all the doctors here men? She could see a wall of cabinets, a couple boxes of gloves. The gloves always made her feel nervous, too, like something scary was going to happen. But everything to her right was shielded by the screen. Apparently the drug tests were happening over there, somewhere. Suddenly she heard a trickle and the same voice say, Ok good. The walls must be really thin. Thank you now-

The nurse was back. Sorry dear, I think you dropped this? Aiko turned, and took one of the papers that had slid out of her folder. Thanks. She tucked the paper back into her folder. The girl with the dark hair appeared around the screen, and, not making eye contact hurried down the hall. Aiko looked back after her. Next!

Aiko peaked around the curtain. The toilet was right in the room! No walls or anything. The doctor sat on the stool, wearing a white coat over his university polo shirt. Hi there, I’m Will, and you are?

Aiko. She handed him her folder.

Ok great, well then um, we’re going to do a drug test here, just to make sure all the athletes are performing in accordance with the specifications of the tournament rules. I see here you signed the pledge and everything at check-in, is that all clear then? Any questions?

Aiko wished she’d read the paper more thoroughly. She felt another drop of sweat slide down her side. Yeah, no ok. Sounds good.

Ok then, so I’m going to go ahead and fill out these forms, if you’d like to step just over here we’ve got another curtain set up and you can undress. I’m going to need you to take off your top and bottoms for me we can make sure the sample is being collected according to the guidelines. When you’re ready just come back over here.

Aiko walked behind the curtain. Why did she have to get undressed just for a drug test? Did they think she was sneaking someone else’s pee in her shirt? She knew the drug test section of the forms was pretty long, but this? Slowly she took of her shirt again, then slowly took off her sweatpants. Now she was only wearing her sports bra and spandex underwear. She’d definitely need to take those off… Slowly she pulled off her spandex underwear, slipping them under her shirt in the plastic basket. Wearing only her bra, she walked back into the room.

Will was less chatty than the last doctor, and looked a little nervous. Ok now before we take the sample, I’m just going to quickly clean the sample site. Please go over to the toilet and place you feet on the red dots. Her face felt hot, she was sure she was blushing. She could feel more sweat under her arms. Clean the– Aiko straddled the toilet bowl, her legs apart. He could definitely see everything, she thought, her lightly shaved pubic hair, her vagina. Her legs, her bra. She looked down still blushing. He rolled forward on the stool, and she watched as he pulled on a pair of purple gloves, and took a wipe from a box. He warned her that it might be a little cold.

You’ll feel me touch your thigh, then I’m going to wipe from top to bottom, ok. It wasn’t really a question. He was so close to her, she didn’t have anywhere to go. She tensed her legs muscles as he touched her inner thigh, right next to her vagina, and then slowly pressed the wipe against her. She watched as the his finger with the wipe slid down from her clitoris, inside her labia, and then down towards her anus. His knuckle pressed against her labia, then he withdrew, put the wipe in a trashcan. She took a deep breath as he again scooted forward with a small plastic canister.

You’ll need to fill this about three-quarters of the way up. Again, competition rules say that a doctor has to observe the collection of the sample. Just relax, whenever you’re ready. His gloved hand pressed against her thigh as he held the cup against her. She felt like a little girl, exposed. She looked up at the screen in front of the door and heard the shuffle of someone’s feet. As she released and filled the cup she knew the next girl could hear.

Once the doctor screwed on the cap and handed her another wipe she moved towards the curtain. Just a sec! She froze, a quarter turn away. We need to do one more check, we actually need to get a stool sample. I think you got a brochure about it, he added somewhat lamely. It’s a state rule to cut down on parasite infections. I just need you to come over here, put you feet on these yellow dots, and your hands on the green ones on the wall.

She did what he said. Somehow this was worse. Before he had watched her pee, but now her legs were so far apart. You could see her butt, you could definitely see her vagina from behind. She remembered a scene from a porn movie her roommate had shown her, the girl spread eagled. They’d laughed for an hour about the awful dialogue, but now. She felt the cold air of the office on her butt. Will was explaining things.

So anyway it will be really quick, the doctor finished. Everything they said would be quick. She was naked. She heard the rubbery thwack of new gloves being pulled on and a squelchy sound. Suddenly, without warning, she felt a hand gently touch her bottom, and fingers spread her even wider. Then another finger touched her anus. The finger, pad-first sat there for what felt like ever, then slowly began to push. She was told to bare down, like she was going to the toilet. She pushed slightly, and the finger slowly slid into her. It felt so big. She waited for a moment, then it withdrew. She heard some muffled sounds behind her, then was told she could get dressed.

She sprinted back to the curtain, wiped herself clumsily with a wipe from another box and put on all her clothes. She zipped up her windbreaker, and held her phone tight as she walked as quickly as possible out of the office.

Outside the clinic she breathed a sigh of relief. Her whole body felt weird. She kept imaging those fingers. Aikoooooooo! She looked to see one of her friends from the team running up the hill towards her. Ah, I’m almost late, I have to get my drug test done. God, I hope I can get it over with soon! What’s it like?