I am a petite very pretty high school girl wearing my school girl uniform. I have a doctors appointment after school and I'm nervous about it. My appointment is with a doctor I've never seen before, and I have no idea what to expect. The appointment is to have my heart and breathing checked because I'm feeling some shortness of breath.
I nervously walk into the waiting room and wait to be called in. I finally get put into an examination room and have to wait for the doctor.
The doctor knocks and walks in. He is beautiful. His stethoscope is around his neck and he is very well dressed. I'd say he is about 10 years older than me, so definitely a young doctor. I am taken aback by his appearance and begin to get very anxious about what will happen next. We lock eyes and he can see I am more than a little nervous. He is very businesslike but friendly. He asks me what he can help me with. I tell him. He does a thorough medical history on me and I can tell from the history taking that this is going to be one hell of a thorough examination. He asks me to sit on the examination table and starts feeling my glands. He then feels my pulse. Carotid and wrist. He is extremely thorough and I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest from nerves. He places the stethoscope in his ears and checks my bp. He checks my blood pressure twice and my pulse again, likely to make sure the high reading wasn't a mistake. He asks me if I'm nervous and tells me my pulse is very high and so is my blood pressure. He takes the stethoscope out of his ears, and asks me to relax and take a few deep breaths. Ahh it sounds so good when he says it.
He then places his stethoscope back in his ears and asks me to remove my white uniform blouse. I do as he says. He listens intently to my breathing on my back then my chest. The stethoscope is very cold and the examination is much longer than any other I've had so far. He asks me to breathe in deeply, over and over again. He then tells me he is going to listen to my heart. I am still sitting on the exam table. He listens with both sides of the stethoscope and palpates my wrist pulse as he is listening to my heart. Never had that before. He seems a little concerned with my heart rate and seems to be listening a lot longer than I've ever experienced.
I am then told to lay down. He has me take deep breaths again, listening to my breathing as I lay down. He continues, listening to my heart, this time even longer than when I was sitting up. Both sides of the stethoscope. He then lowers my kilt and listens to my abdomen. He moves lower and listens below my skirt.
He removes his stethoscope and gently feels my belly. He palpates my aorta for what seems to be forever. He moves gently around ️my abdomen with his hands.
When he is done, he asks me to sit up. He tells me he will need an ekg and a 48 hour monitor of my heart as well as blood work. He asks me when my last full physical was. It's been over two years.
He tells me he wants to see me back for a Full Physical, where he will go over my blood work and the ekg results.
Full physical. I try to imagine what that will entail. How long he will spend with me. How thorough he will be. Will he make me wear a gown? My mind starts racing and I get nervous as I look at him, at the stethoscope around his neck, his manly hands...
He asks me to dress as he writes his paperwork, my thoughts interrupted by his deep voice.
I look at him in awe. He is so beautiful.
He gets up, smiles a shy smile, and tells me he will see me in about a week.