Below is Chapter 1. A TRUE story about my wife's unexpected exam.
The story is lengthy and detailed and I don't know how to post the entire story to the library so I am going to dish it out one chapter at a time in the forum.
I invite your feedback and I hope you enjoy it. I know I did.
The New Physician’s Assistant
Chapter 1
I got super lucky. I married a beautiful woman. She takes great care of herself, and works out regularly. When she walks in a room it is not unusual for guys to stare.
A few years back she started feeling unusually tired, weak and irritable. She was soon convinced by her work-out friends that she might have a hormone imbalance. One of her friends recommended that my wife make an appointment with her friend’s physician, Kathleen Majors, M.D., and undergo a blood test to determine if she had a hormone imbalance.
My wife followed her friend’s advice and scheduled an appointment with Dr. Majors. I was skeptical of her taking hormones, given recent lawsuits and recalls involving Premarin and Progesterin, but given my wife’s recent bouts of depression and irritability I decided it might be a good idea for her to at least get tested.
I expressed my concerns about her taking hormones and asked whether I could accompany her to the appointment. She told me I was more than welcome go along but since she was only going to have a blood test, she thought I might want to wait and attend the follow-up appointment instead, when she would actually learn the test results and the recommended course of treatment. She was obviously under the impression that her first visit was only going to consist of a blood test. I wasn’t so sure, so I decided to go along.
On the morning of the appointment my wife showered, shaved her legs, did her hair and makeup and sprayed on my favorite perfume. She dressed professionally in a black skirt, cut just above the knee, a white short-sleeved blouse and black open toed heels.
The doctor’s office was in a big medical plaza next door to a hospital. When we arrived it was apparent that Doctor Majors was one of several doctors in a very large practice group. We sat in a huge waiting room with dozen of other people, filling out paperwork and waiting for my wife’s name to be called.
Finally an attractive young nurse came out and called my wife’s name and we followed her through a door and down a long hallway to a nurses’ station. They took my wife’s weight and height (5’ 8” - 132 lbs.) and gave her a cup to pee in. After she returned from the restroom with her urine sample, we were led across the hall into an exam room.
As we entered the room, the exam table was to the left and was positioned at a 45 degree angle so that the head of the table was in the corner nearest the door and the foot of the table was facing the opposite corner. Along the far wall was a small counter equipped with a sink, cabinets and a small rolling stool. In the far right corner, facing the foot of the exam table, were a couple of chairs. The nurse asked my wife to have a seat on the exam table and directed me to take a seat in one of the chairs.
My wife set her purse down in the empty chair beside me and climbed onto the paper covered exam table. The two of them made small talk as the nurse took my wife’s blood pressure and then looked inside her ears and down the back of her throat. I sat in the chair near the foot of the table and looked around the room.
The counter had all the typical pamphlets and prescription pads, as well as several jars of tongue depressors, assorted swabs and a couple boxes of different sized examination gloves. On the far side of the exam table was a long, black, flexible examination lamp, the end of which was wrapped in clear plastic and secured with a rubber band. There was a blood pressure cuff in a little metal basket on the wall, as well as one of those hand held lights with an assortment of small black cones. There was a clock on one wall and on another wall there was the obligatory watercolor painting of a dilapidated old farmhouse in a field full of wildflowers.
The nurse completed the blood pressure check, took my wife’s oral temperature with a digital thermometer and then asked a few follow-up questions before finishing up and leaving us alone in the exam room.
As we sat there waiting on the doctor I was still taking in the surroundings, but I was mainly watching my wife and observing her mannerisms. She was sitting on the end of the exam table with her hands clasped in her lap and her feet crossed and dangling. She looked adorable in her skirt and heels and her blouse was just tight enough to reveal the full size of her 34D breasts. We chatted about this and that and where she might like to go for lunch after the appointment.
Within a few minutes there was a brief knock on the door before a guy in his mid 20s walked into the exam room, closing the door behind him. We were both expecting to see a female doctor so I could tell my wife was surprised when this young guy, dressed entirely in blue scrubs waltzed in. He was handsome, clean-cut, about 6 feet tall, short brown hair and a nice smile. It was obvious from his build that he worked-out regularly. He first greeted my wife. She smiled at him, introduced herself and shook his hand. He then turned and shook my hand, before taking a seat on the little rolling stool.
He introduced himself as Chad, Dr. Major’s physician’s assistant, and stated that he would be conducting my wife initial evaluation. He then went straight into asking my wife all types of questions about her symptoms and what brought her to the clinic.
My wife was a little “stand-offish” at first, but within a few minutes she had relaxed and was telling him all about her work-out friends and her various conditions and symptoms, and how her friends thought she might have a hormone imbalance. For 15 minutes or so she and this young PA went over her medical history, her family history, her frequency of exercise, her diet, prior surgeries, current medications, allergies and just about everything else you could think of.
As she conversed with him I continued to study her body language in more detail. She was now smiling at him a lot and really starting to open up. She was almost being flirtatious. For most of the time she kept her hands clasped together in her lap. However, she kept tucking her long brown hair behind her right ear and she laughed occasionally as she indiscreetly revealed all types of confidential, semi-embarrassing information about herself. Before long I could tell she was completely comfortable with this guy as she was actually volunteering private information about herself that he really hadn’t even inquired about.
He asked about her alcohol consumption. In return she volunteered how much she loved red wine and chocolate. They discussed her bowel habits, how often she had bowel movements, and whether she suffered from constipation or diarrhea. She volunteered that she usually had no trouble “going” after she drank a cup of coffee. She described her sex drive as “healthy” and the two of them even discussed her water retention, as well as the length, irregularity and heaviness of her menstrual periods. She even volunteered how her breasts became engorged and her nipples were very tender for several days before her menstrual period started.
He asked her how many sex partners she had, whether she experienced any discharge from her breasts and even asked whether she experienced any vaginal dryness, discharge or itching. Near the end of the question and answer session he asked when her last menstrual period was and how long it had lasted. He even asked her whether she used tampons or pads and approximately how many she used during her last period. She answered all his questions.
When she was finished answering all his questions and he had sufficiently answered all the questions she could think of regarding her symptoms, he paused and looked down at her chart. She was seated above him and was looking down at him from the exam table, watching him flip one last time through the pages of her questionnaire. When he finally looked up he simple asked her….
“Shall we get started?”
“Sure!” my wife said, smiling at him, thinking she was agreeing to having her blood drawn. However, as soon as she committed, he broke the big news.
“I’m going to perform a complete physical exam of you today.”
His statement caught her by surprise and I watched as she kind of froze and held her mouth open slightly, managing only to say, “Oh…OK.” She sort of leaned back ever so slightly and then nervously tucked her brown hair back behind her ear yet again…
“I am going to go ahead and step out of the room and give you a few minutes.”
“I need you to disrobe completely….”
“You will find a gown and a drape over here in the cabinet.”
As he said that he wheeled back to the cabinet and opened the door.
“Whoops,” he said, “We appear to be out in here, let me grab you one.”
He got up from the stool and walked out of the exam room, leaving the door open behind him. I looked up at my wife and studied her body language. She was not making eye contact with me. She had her hands clasped deep into her lap, her feet together and her legs stretched straight out at a downward angle, pointing her toes toward the floor. The best I could tell she was looking down at her feet, contemplating his instructions and the unexpected change in her understanding of the day’s events.
His words must have still been resonating in her ears.
“I need you to disrobe completely….”
The young PA quickly returned to the exam room. My wife barely looked up as he handed her a cotton gown and a little white paper drape and retook his seat below her on the rolling stool.
“So…. take everything off.”
He paused and look up, making eye contact with her again. She nodded.
“I’m going to perform a breast exam so I need you to place the gown on with the opening in the front.”
He paused again, waiting for her to acknowledge his instructions. She hesitated, but when he did not resume talking, she silently nodded her head in understanding once again.
“When you’re ready, have a seat on the exam table just like you are now….”
She sort of half smiled and half nodded her head, indicating that she understood his instructions, but she did not say a word. I think she was still in shock.
My heart was racing and the agitation in my groin was rising rapidly. I know my wife, and I know she was not expecting to undergo any type of physical exam. And having made an appointment with a female doctor, she certainly did not expect to be examined by a male PA, especially one who was at least 10 years younger than her.
With that, the young man rolled back slightly on the stool and allowed my wife sufficient space to climb down from the exam table. She was holding the gown and drape in one hand and, as she scooted forward, she was kind of leaning to one side as she slid off the exam table, feeling for the little step at the base of the table. As she did so, her legs, which she had kept so tightly together during the entire interview, separated slightly and the hem of her black skirt rode up her tan legs a few inches. For a very brief moment, I caught a glimpse of the crotch of her sheer white panties. I know he did too as he was looking right up at her and, he had a much better vantage point than I did.
The young PA quickly got up from the stool and left the room, closing the door behind him. My wife said nothing…. Absolutely nothing! She was probably pissed at me because she had told me it would only involve a blood test and now it was apparent to the both of us that she was wrong.
She walked over and stood in front of the chair next me and tossed the gown and drape down on top of her purse. Standing there beside me in silence, she un-tucked her blouse and pulled it over her head in one fell swoop. She tossed it in the chair without turning it right side out or bothering to fold it. Leaning over and placing one hand on the arm of the chair for balance, she reached down and pulled her heels off one at a time and half-heartily dropped them on the floor under the edge of the chair. Once her heels were off she reached around and unzipped her skirt. She slowly eased it past her thighs, being careful not to break the zipper, and then quickly slid it off her legs and stepped out of it before tossing it on top of her blouse. She reached around with both hands and unclasped her white lacy bra, allowing it to slide down her arms. It was quickly added to the heap in the chair. Finally, she hooked her thumbs in the delicate lace waistband of her sheer white panties and slid them down her legs, rolling them up as she went. Once they were below her knees she let go of them and allowed them to drop past her calves and gather at her feet. She stepped out of them in apparent frustration, and left them on the linoleum floor.
She pulled the gown from under her clothes, unfolded it and oriented it properly for her arms. As she was pulling the gown on, I leaned forward in my chair and courteously picked her rolled up panties off the floor. I set them in the chair on top of her other clothes. By then she had the gown on and had tied the two little sets of strings in bows. She reached down and grabbed her panties and bra in one hand and picked up the paper drape with the other. She shoved her panties and bra underneath her skirt and blouse, hiding them from view, and walked over to the exam table carrying the drape.
Standing on her tiptoes she first got one butt cheek up on the exam table and then the other. She then unfolded the white paper drape and got it situated across her legs. When she was finished she placed her hands together in her lap, crossed her feet at the ankles and waited.
She was finally “ready” for the impending exam. Or at least she appeared ready from the outside. We sat in silence and waited for several minutes as I listened to my own heartbeat pounding in my chest. She was surprisingly sexy, sitting there in that cotton gown, perched on the end of the exam table, with only her freshly painted red toenails peeking out from under the paper drape. As I sat there watching her, I wondered what it would be like to be the lucky guy about to perform her physical?
This was a very erotic time for me! I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head and I suspect she did too. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she running the impending exam over and over again in her head or was she desperately trying to think of anything except the exam? Was she nervous about being examined by this young man, or was she secretly turned on by the prospect of this handsome stranger probing her body? Was she fearful of how extensive the exam would be or was she silently fantasizing about bearing it all?
She wasn’t communicating with me and I was scared that if I said something wrong she would make me wait in the reception area, so we sat there in silence for several more minutes waiting for the PA to return. I’m not exactly sure how long we waited, but the longer we sat there the more erotic the situation became. We both had plenty of time to ponder what was in store for her. My wife appeared to busy herself by looking around the room, but as I continued to study her body language, I wondered whether she was really interested in the painting of the dilapidated old farm house or whether she was only staring at it in order to distract herself from current events.
After scanning the entire room, she actually leaned forward and looked down the foot of the exam table. I’m not exactly sure what she was looking for, but she leaned over far enough that she almost appeared to be investigating whether the table was equipped with stirrups. I watched in fascination. I even watched her survey the full length of the long black flexible light on the far side of the exam table and wondered what its presence signaled to her.
I was desperately trying to keep my heart rate and breathing under control while I studied her body language and thought of all the possibilities. From the moment he told her to disrobe completely, I knew I would want to re-live this exam in my mind for many years to come. I was, therefore, trying consciously to observe everything, remember every exquisite detail.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke.
“I wish they would turn up the A/C so it’s not so damned cold in here.”
She was certainly right about how cold it was and I started to respond but before I could say a single word there was a brief knock on the door and the PA returned with the attractive young nurse in tow.