This story is pure fantasy.

I had belonged to a local gym that had everything one could want. They had a pool, tennis courts, running tracks, weigh rooms, you name it they probably had it. They also had a sauna and a steam room in each of the locker rooms for use after your workout. It was in the steam room where I ended up meeting this guy who would later in life introduce me to the twins in this story. See, I had been chatting with him in the steam room every once in awhile over the years. We chatted about the weather, our daily workouts and sometimes about our love lives. It was the love stories I had told him that was the basis for him to suggest I help out a friend of his daughters get use to going to the gynecologist.

I had told him about the girl I once dated who worked as a nurse at an ob/gyn office. I once told her that I would have loved being in her shoes all day looking at vaginas and boobs. She replied that it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I challenged her by initiating a game of playing doctor on her while we were in bed. Seeing that she was very outgoing type personality I once asked her to walk me through the steps of what a typical office visit went like. We then practiced that routine a lot, and although she must have tired of it, I never did. Maybe because it was always just her vagina and boobs I was always looking at and inspecting. She had a body to die for, slim, firm, and proportional in every means. She had ended our relationship after about two years on good terms.

Back to the twins in this story. I was out at a home center shopping for my latest project supplies when I ran into my old steam room buddy. This was the first time we had seen each other outside of the gym, and it had been a few years since. We caught up on recent events, or so I thought, when he pulled me aside and asked me about the strangest question I have ever been asked. He said he had a friend that had 2 daughters, twins in fact, that were going off to college in the next month and had to go to the doctors to get a check up before being allowed to attend college. The story progressed into details about how the mother and father sheltered the daughters all their life. The father could not keep a steady job and they never really had medical insurance and hardly ever have been to a doctor. The only time they did see a doctor or nurse was while at school type mass inspection of kids that could not afford health insurance. They attended clinics were only height, weight and cursory checks of the ear nose and throat were done in assembly line format. Furthermore the girls were always run through a practice run of anything the parents thought would scare the girls. It was this upcoming exam that had the parents worried the girls would not go through with unless they were allowed to practice first.

He went on to tell me the details about how the mom finally was able to get a job that included health insurance. She worked as a manager for a firm that ran offices in several different states. She had called around to family doctors and explained what type of physical she needed for her daughters and that they really have never been in a doctor’s office before. Every doctor office replied the same response, they had to be seen by a gynecologist due to their history and their current age. The only problem with this was there was only one office nearby that accepted her insurance carrier and the female gynecologist on staff was off on maternity leave for the next 2 months. They did have a male doctor on staff that could see them, but special arrangements would have to be made for him to see both girls in one exam. This whole process flustered the parents of these twin girls until they had openly discussed the predicament with my steam room friend. He had been with the father when he heard the story and immediately thought of me and my stories of how I would examine my girlfriend who worked in, probably the same ob/gyn office. He had now run into me in public and was wondering if I would help them out. I was someone who was not known to the girls but I was known to my steam room buddy and he would vouch for me to his friend with the twins, if I was up for it. He made a quick call on his cell phone and the father was almost on the verge of tears because he was attempting to cancel the appointment for his daughters as his wife was called away for work and could not talk to the girls in person about what type of exam they would have to go through with in order to get enrolled in college. He was up for just about anything at this point.

We made plans for the following day around noon time. It was the only time we had available that worked with the upcoming appointment with the male gynecologist. I was asked to get a female chaperone to assist me in my practice exam. I was in luck with that department as well. After my girlfriend broke up with me and moved out, she had a coworker that was in a bad place and needed a place to stay and had suggested my place to the girl. She ended up living in my place, nothing ever happened between us, for about 6 months. She came and went as she wanted and I never asked her or pushed her out. When she did end up leaving she said she was forever in my debt and would repay me anytime I asked her to. She was the first person I thought of asking to be my assistant in this exam. When I called her she understood and was willing to help me out, no problem.

The day of the practice exam the father shows up at my place by himself and asks if his girls made it there yet. I replied that I had not seen, nor heard anyone else ring my bell. He then asked me more about how I knew our mutual friend and then told me that a neighbor of mine was an old high school buddy of his. I had spoken to this neighbor several times over the years and knew of him. The father said he was going to ask his friend if I was a good decent person just to check to make sure I was on the up and up. Not a problem I told him. He then proceeded to tell me the history of how they made the early mistake in teaching the kids through practices before an actual event took place for real. The girls always would request practices for anything they were not sure of. This was a bit overwhelming on the parents, but as he said it was their fault for raising the girls this way.

His daughters arrived. Dressed in matching sun dresses, one had her hair in a pony tail and the other had hers down and pulled to one side draped over her shoulder. This is where the father told the daughters why they were asked to meet him there. At first I could see the fear in their eyes and the worry across their cheeks. The father said not to worry, this practice exam was set up for them to get use to going to see a doctor and that since they had recently turned 18 and that they would be going away to college and living on their own they would have to learn to do things for themselves. This practice exam was the last thing the parents would do for them as they went off and lived their own lives. The father than asked about my assistant. I replied she was on her way and the girls had to sit and fill out some paperwork first anyway. The father kissed his girls goodbye saying he had to get back to his work and fix a broken piece of equipment before the end of the day. I was to not rush them through the exam and not harm them in any way shape or form.

The girls sat in my living room and filled out some paper work I had downloaded from the internet on new patient surveys. Meanwhile I went into the spare room and checked to make sure everything was set up and ready. I also called on my assistant, no answer. She had said she was on a tight schedule and would only be able to help me for about a half hour or so. She assured me that we could do the practice exams in less than 30 minutes. Just as I finished making my last check on my exam room I received a call from my assistant who informed me that she could not sneak away at this time and would have to reschedule at the last minute. I took a deep breath and went to inform the girls of the tragedy that we would have to reschedule their practice exam. When I walked into the room the girls sat there with clipboards laid across their laps as they were done filling out the forms. I went to speak when one of them said they were very happy that I offered to help them out and they were a bit reserved that they had to impose this on me. I immediately responded that it was not any trouble, that I have always been in the line of thinking that the education of our children is by far an important part of how we should strive to live our lives and do whatever one needs to do to help children learn. The thanked me for my understanding and time and asked if they could get started now. I then told them that we would have to reschedule. They looked at each other, and then in unison spoke the same words, “do we need a chaperone?”

I talked to them about doing the exams without the chaperone and said her parents would be upset with me. They reminded me that their farther said they were now 18 and about to learn quickly how to make decisions on their own and they wanted to do the practice exam. One of them asked if she could chaperone her sister’s exam then allow her sister to chaperone her exam. I had not thought of it, but it sounded like I good idea to me.