"Perfectly normal." The nurse scowls as she wipes and rinses the thermometer. She crumples a paper towel and wipes roughly at your Vaselined hole.
Still with your tummy against the examination table, and your pants down, as more and more onlookers in the hall outside gather, gawk and giggle, you blush and think furiously about your friends on the bus, Jim, Andy and Sally, who recommended this tactic. You recall what else they said. There's a chance it may work!
"Umm...my doctor said this might happen, but my fever only spikes when I get really nervous. Like on a math test."
The nurse looks at you strangely, with something very close to a suspicious smile. She turns and shoos away the giggling spectators at the door, then pulls it closed with a loud click.
Still glaring at you, she says, "Pull up your pants and come with me." She indicates a door at the back of the clinic.
Your back door still feels slightly cold and greasy as you pull your underwear and pants back into place, and fumble your belt into position.
You shiver and follow the nurse down a dimly lit back hallway you've never seen. Where is she taking you?
Finally, you arrive at a rusty door that opens onto an exercise room full of mirrors. Lying on their bellies on rubber mats, naked from waists to ankles and their hips fully exposed, with a gleaming thermometer embedded in each, are Jim, Andy and Sally. The boys have their corduroy pants, belts and underwear bunched around their heels. Sally's skirt has been flipped up in back, and her pink panties have been pulled down to her feet.
They look at you, miserable and humiliated, then back at the mimeographed tests and pencils in front of them, and at the humming clock on the wall. Sally in particular is blushing beet red. Her ass is quivering and beautiful...you've never seen it before...but her squirming under your gaze just exposes it in different angles in the wall mirrors.
The nurse laughs softly. "They had a quiz this morning, too, so that's the fourth time I heard this story."
With that, she drops a rubber mat in front of you, and then unbuckles your belt again. She makes short work of your pants and underwear, yanking them to your ankles. You are mortified to see your body, naked from the waist down, reflected in the mirrors, your limp penis and scrotum jangling from the ubrupt stripping. Your bottom is simultaneously visible to all. Despite herself, Sally lets out a muffled peal of laughter.
You try to hide your genitals with your hands. The nurse shakes her head and hands you the quiz. "Never mind that. Get on your belly and get busy. You've only got twenty minutes before the girls' gymnastics class is in here."
As you crouch and then cringe onto the cold rubber mat, the air of the room chill against your bare cheeks, you feel the nurse's fingers dab your rectum with Vaseline again. You can't watch in the mirrors as the thermometer slides in again. But you know your friends are watching every moment.
"Good luck on the quiz," the nurse says as she settles in to proctor. "And I'd better see some high temperatures by the time you're done. You won't like what happens next, if I don't."