----------------------------------- Disclaimers -----------------------------------

This story is complete fiction. It is based on medical fetish fantasies, with no basis in reality whatsoever. Any resemblance to real situations, events or medical diagnosis is completely coincidental and not in any way intended. The character names were chosen at random and any resemblance to any real person, either living or dead, is purely and totally a coincidence and not planned in any way!! The author of this story does not personally know anyone by any character name used in the story. This story is not based on sound medical advice, there was no medically trained consultant involved in its writing, and it should in no way be interpreted as presenting valid treatments for any of the symptoms described in the text.

With all that said - please enjoy the story; but remember - it's only a work of fiction for the enjoyment of readers who appreciate medical fantasy stories, it never really happened. And if by some chance you know anyone by the name of any of its characters - this story is not about them!!

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A typical early summer afternoon for Laura Johnson, or for that matter almost any young woman at twenty-two years of age, might include a shopping trip, laying out at a swimming pool, or just hanging out with friends. A visit to the doctor's office, however, would likely not appear on a list of favorite activities.

But today was different for Laura. She had been feeling really lousy for the past few days and, despite trying to convince herself otherwise, could tell whatever crud had her down was not improving. This morning she woke up feeling miserable, and seemed to feel worse as the morning progressed. She had several nagging symptoms and generally just felt terrible. When her oral temperature reading indicated a fever over 103, she knew, as much as she hated to admit it, that she needed to see the doctor.

Reluctantly, Laura called the office of her family physician expecting - maybe even hoping - they would be booked, and offer her an appointment time in the next day or two. She was certainly not expecting it when the receptionist told her they had a cancellation for this afternoon at one o'clock. After all, if the appointment was scheduled far enough in the future she could always chicken out and cancel it. But she quickly considered how bad she felt, and knew she needed to get some medicine; so her brave side won out and she agreed to take the appointment. Just get it over with, she reasoned with herself.

Actually, it had been quite some time, a little over a year in fact, since Laura had seen the doctor. She is normally in excellent health, very active, visits the gym regularly, and always tries to take good care of herself.

She is also a very attractive young lady who takes great pride in her appearance and personal grooming. At 5'7" and about 125 pounds she has the figure and poise of a magazine swimsuit model, with flowing, shoulder length brunette hair and a bubbly, school-girl freshness and persona.

By some standards, Laura might be more aptly described as adorably cute, rather than lavishly glamourous; but that charming, wholesome, girl-next-door appearance overflows onto a fit, athletic, cheerleader's body that could only be described as stunning - perhaps, even perfect. Her trim figure is gracefully enhanced by perky, natural breasts and a tight, flat tummy adorned with a small, gold navel ring. Laura's beautiful, long legs are toned and elegant; and her golden, lightly tanned skin is soft, smooth and absolutely flawless.

But quite possibly Laura's most admired feature - and considered by many to be her finest - is her magnificent rear end. Each exquisite, shapely mound of her butt is the epitome of perfection: firm and round with baby-smooth skin, tight muscle tone, a captivating motion when she walks, and no sag or dimpling whatsoever.

No doubt many admirers have enjoyed a delightful daydream featuring thoughts of Laura's mesmerizing ass squeezed into a pair of tight jeans.

Indeed, if there is an imperfection anywhere on Laura's body, it certainly is not discernable. By any set of criteria, she is a striking and very sexy young woman. To use a colloquialism - Laura Johnson is hot - and not just due to the fever she's currently running.

Since she was not particularly fond of appointments with the doctor, almost as quickly as she hung up the phone the second thoughts began. Did she really want to go through all that today? Surely she could wait a couple more days and see if she improved using over-the-counter medicines. Had she been hasty in taking the appointment for today?

After a few minutes of playing mental tug-of-war with herself, Laura finally decided she felt bad enough that a visit to the doctor was unavoidable - regardless of the consequences. Without further deliberation or hesitation, she showered, applied a minimal amount of makeup, pulled her hair back, dressed very casually, and drove off for her appointment.

Still a couple of blocks away from her destination and already running a little late, Laura anxiously sat at an intersection, stopped by a traffic signal. "Come on light, change," she pleaded to the inanimate object as her fingers nervously tapped the edge of the steering wheel. Finally the light switched to green and she continued her drive, arriving at the office of Dr. Bradley Sharp about five minutes late.

Most anyone glancing toward the parking area as Laura made the short walk from her car to the office door could very easily, if he were inclined to such thoughts, experience a stir of envy for the doctor who would have the good fortune of examining this beautiful woman.

She was wearing a maroon, short-sleeved, collared polo shirt and trim fitting, fashionably faded jeans that perfectly complimented her shapely body and legs. A pair of designer sandals completed her attire. Her shiny, dark hair, brushed back and gathered into a youthful looking ponytail secured with an elastic band, was elegantly highlighted by the sun and gently blowing from a refreshing breeze in the afternoon air.

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Doctor Sharp had been the Johnson's family physician since before Laura was born and had brought her through all of her childhood diseases; given her all of the required school immunizations; and treated her for sore throats, runny noses, and upset stomachs longer than she could remember.

He was also the one who had done her first, and so far only, female examination. That happened a few months before she turned nineteen, when she consulted the doctor because her monthly periods had started occurring irregularly. It was a truly humiliating and embarrassing experience; but she remembered it like it was yesterday and certainly didn't want to think about THAT today. She was only seeing the doctor to get some medicine for a fever, sore throat and cough, and some other bothersome symptoms. Besides, the oral estrogen supplement he prescribed had kept her cycles as regular as clockwork. No fear of the stirrups this time, she was sure of it.

Laura opened the office door and as she walked to the sign-in window caught the eye of the receptionist. The two ladies exchanged smiles as she picked up the ink pen to sign the register.

"Hi Miss Johnson," the receptionist greeted.

"Sorry, I'm running late," Laura replied.

"Not a problem," the receptionist answered, "we're running a little behind anyway. You should only have a short wait."

"Thanks," Laura said as she turned from the reception window and walked through the room to an empty chair.

After a few minutes of browsing through the pages of a typical waiting room magazine, the door to the inner office opened as Doctor Sharp's nurse, Jo, stood in the doorway holding a folder of papers and announced Laura's name. She stood up, gave a quite unintentional, yet provocative little wiggle with her backside while straightening her tight jeans and walked toward the door.

Laura made eye contact with the nurse and they exchanged pleasantries as she followed her escort to a door marked Exam Room 2, where they both entered and the nurse closed the door behind them.

"Have a seat on the table," the nurse offered, "and tell me what brings you in to see us today."

"Well, I haven't been feeling well for several days, but I've just felt awful for the last couple of days," Laura responded. "I've been unusually tired and run down, had chills and been feverish; I've had a nagging sore throat, tightness and soreness in my chest, and a persistent cough. I've also had some sharp pain in my lower abdomen, and it sorta' burns and has a foul odor when I urinate. I really didn't even feel like getting cleaned up and leaving the house to come here today. It's been quite a while since I've seen the doctor, so I thought maybe I should get all this checked out."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," the nurse replied, "according to your records it's been a little over a year since you've been in the office." As Jo spoke, she walked over to a countertop and picked up a tympanic thermometer, and a blood pressure cuff. "Let's check your temp and pressure to start, and then we'll update your chart history."

The nurse pulled up the sleeve covering the upper part of her patient's left arm and wrapped the cuff snugly around it. She squeezed the bulb and listened carefully with her stethoscope for the patient's pulse as the dial registered. "One-sixteen over seventy," Jo announced as she unwrapped the cuff, "that's perfect, now let's check your temperature." The nurse inserted the tip of the thermometer in Laura's left ear and pressed the finger switch. The machine registered, and she wrote down the result as she announced, "102.9, you definitely have a fever from something."

Jo returned to the countertop, replaced the cuff and thermometer, picked up an examination gown - a standard issue hospital type gown that ties in the back - and brought it to the exam table. "OK, I'm going to leave the room and I need you to take off everything except your underpants, and put on this gown. The doctor will be with you in just a few minutes."

Laura wasn't entirely keen on the undressing bit.

Her shyness likely began during early adolescence. As many young women at that age, Laura was bashful about her changing body and felt a little embarrassed being seen in a two-piece bathing suit; much more so of anyone seeing her in underwear, or less, and that included the doctor.

As a teenager, she began to realize that guys were noticing her more often and looking at her quite differently than when she was a kid. And although she was never one to flaunt herself or deliberately use her looks to an advantage, Laura sensed that most men would give a more than glancing look her direction at every opportunity, and she could tell by the approving way they stared that most of them seemed to find her attractive. She also knew that many of them stared longer and often with a more intense focus than would be considered a casual glance - with her butt commonly being a favorite focal point.

All through her teen years, as she developed from an adorable teenager into a very desirable young woman, Laura noticed that stares from men became both more frequent and more penetrating. She also became increasingly aware, that many men instinctively realize an erotic pleasure from looking at and fantasizing about an attractive, sexy young woman's body - hers very much included. And she could sense that many of them mentally undressed her as they stared.

Not surprisingly then, in her early teens Laura began feeling uncomfortable at having to obediently take off her clothes for an examination by the doctor. In her later teenage years, she may have even felt a bit exploited by having to passively allow a person she hardly knew to see and touch her naked body - particularly a man for whom she had no physical attraction or intimate feelings - just by nature of his profession.

She knew that any number of her male acquaintances would jump at the chance and consider it a personal conquest to see and touch her as the doctor would.

In her personal relationships however, Laura had total discretion over who was allowed that privilege; and there were very, very few men that had ever been in that enviable position. Yet she was supposed to think nothing of it when the doctor had her undress, assume provocative positions, put his hands all over her body and performed whatever revealing and invasive procedures he felt were needed - all without question or objection. Even though he is a doctor, he is, after all, still a man with normal human senses, instincts and desires. She could not possibly know what he was really thinking or what enjoyment he may be feeling while he was examining and touching her, and there was never any option but to comply with the doctor's instructions. Somehow a person having that much control over her seemed somewhat demeaning and made her feel quite vulnerable.

Of course, she could reason with herself all day long that the doctor has seen hundreds of naked girls and women of every age and appearance, that she is in a clinical medical environment, and that patient nudity is often, and in many cases understandably, required for the doctor to perform a thorough assessment. She also knew that Doctor Sharp had always conducted himself as a consummate professional and never been anything less than a perfect gentleman during her exams. Certainly that realization and rationalization made the patient/doctor dynamic a bit more tolerable and less creepy feeling - but still not totally comfortable.

Despite her adversity to the situation, Laura simply resigned herself that a visit to the doctor almost always involved undressing to some degree; so she hopped off the edge of the examination table, walked to a corner of the room and stepped out of her sandals. Next, she unbuckled and loosened her belt, unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, and started pushing the tight denim down her hips and legs. With much wiggling and pulling she removed her pants, folded them neatly, and placed them on the seat of a nearby chair. Without pausing, she grabbed the tail of her shirt, pulled it up and over her head, neatly folded the shirt and laid it on top of her jeans.

Watching Laura undress could no doubt be the fulfillment of a voyeuristic fantasy as she methodically stripped to her underwear. Her bra was a light cream color with thin straps and dainty lace trim around each cup, and it fit her small breasts perfectly. Her very feminine, yet rather modest, underpants were pale pink and made from a thin, silky fabric with simple trim on the elastic waist and leg bands. They were a bikini cut that clung snugly to her exquisite buttocks and hips and delicately enhanced every alluring curve in fine fashion. The sheer, wispy material also revealed a teasing outline of her labia, and a veiled peek of her pubic area that appeared to be bald and smooth.

With her outer clothing removed, Laura reached around her back, released the clasp of her bra, and let it slide down her arms until it was completely removed. It joined her jeans and shirt in a neat pile on the chair.

After disrobing as requested, she straightened the waist band of her underpants and slid the examination gown over her arms; then, as best she could, tied two sets of gown closure strings behind her back and seated herself on the edge of the exam table to wait for the doctor.