Will's nerves were on edge as he entered the hallway. The nurse shut the door behind and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Nurse Alana, follow me please.”

Will noticed her brown hair, green eyes, and professional blue scrubs, deducing that she was likely in her thirties as they walked together to a small area with a chair and a table. As he sat down, Will couldn't help but twitch his leg, a habit he had when he felt nervous. Unbeknownst to him, his body's response to the upcoming examination caused an unexpected physical reaction—his bulge grew, which made him uncomfortable. He quickly crossed his left leg over his right, hoping to hide his unease about being touched.

Breaking the silence, Alana explained the first test. "I'm going to quickly take your ear temperature," she said, retrieving a small device. She delicately inserted the device into his right ear and pressed a button. Will found this part to be warm and cozy, feeling the device snugly fit into his ear canal and creating a gentle seal. With a beep, Alana glanced at the screen and confirmed, "Your temperature is normal, 97 degrees."

Moving on to the next assessment, Alana turned her attention to Will's blood pressure and pulse. She inquired about his preferred arm, to which he responded, "The right one, please." Will rolled up his shirt, baring his arm for the cuff, while Alana attached a pulse monitor clip to his index finger. She warned him that the cuff might feel tight. As Alana pressed another button, initiating the inflation of the cuff, Will felt the gradual squeeze around his arm, causing his heart to race. This particular part of the examination always stirred unease. It almost felt as if the machine itself was observing and judging him. Adding to his discomfort, he couldn't help but notice his erection somewhat growing.

Another beep sounded, and Alana's expression betrayed the readings on the screen. "Your blood pressure appears to be a bit high, 150 over 90," she noted. "And your pulse is at 100 beats per minute. Are you feeling nervous or stressed?"

"I'm just a little on edge," Will admitted.

Alana released the pressure from the cuff, allowing the blood to flow freely again. Will took a moment to compose himself, focusing on the soothing rhythm of his breath. She readjusted the cuff on his arm and initiated the measurement once more. This time, he closed his eyes, shutting out external distractions and finding tranquility within his mind.

As the cuff slowly deflated, a sense of calm washed over him. Alana's smile returned, accompanied by words of encouragement. "Much better," she announced. "Your blood pressure now reads 130 over 80, and your pulse has lowered to 80 beats per minute. It's a healthier reading."

“Ok follow me again please.” Alana took the lead, and Will rose from his seat, uncrossing his legs. In this moment of relief, he felt his earlier erection subside.

As the nurse guides Will to the examining room, the hallway they were previously in transitions into a more confined space, marked by a doorway adorned with a sign indicating Examining Room 2. The room appears to be well-lit, with fluorescent ceiling lights casting a bright, sterile glow. The walls are painted in a soothing light blue color. A sturdy examination table, covered with a fresh, white sheet of paper, is positioned in the center of the room.

“Will, before we proceed, I'll give you a gown to put on," Alana informed him, retrieving a fresh, but thin paper hospital gown from an upper cabinet. "Please change into this, ensuring the opening is at the back. Dr. Lopez and I will return shortly."

"Alright," he responded, accepting the gown from her. “Do I need to remove all my clothes?”

"You can keep your underwear on if you prefer, but eventually everything will need to be removed. That being said, it may be easier if you undress completely now, but that’s your call,” she suggested before exiting the room and shutting the door behind her.

Will stayed motionless momentarily in the cold examining room, looking the gown he now held. He understood that this was part of the procedure, so he had to comply.

He promptly put the gown on the table and began undressing: first removing his shirt then shoes and socks, revealing his toned upper body, followed by his shorts, which reduced him to his most self-conscious piece of clothing, his underwear, something that embarrassed him throughout school.

Will stood in his faded baby blue cotton briefs, adorned with a peeling cartoon brown monkey situated directly over his bulge. He couldn't recall the last time he had bought underwear and desperately needed new ones in time for college. His domineering mother always made those purchases, resulting in him wearing unwanted cartoonish underwear from Asia he clearly did not want, but had no choice. He had clearly outgrown them and desired to wear boxers or boxer briefs. Unfortunately, his mother refused to buy him new underwear during their trips to the distant Target, arguing that "No one's going to see, so why does it matter?" The thing is, everyone could see after swim practice, and did his best to hide this from his friends.

Will fiddled with the cartoon logo, peeling off another faded fragment before he positioned himself to remove his underwear. His breath got caught in his throat as he grasped the elastic band. Just before pulling down, he heard a knock, and the door slowly creaked opened. It was Alana.

"Will, are you ready?"

Caught off guard, Will quickly grabbed the paper gown from the table and hastily put it on, deciding to keep his underwear on for the time being. He then climbed onto the examination table and took a seat on the crinkly paper beneath.

“Yes, come in,” he responded, his voice barely above a whisper.