"Okay, take off your clothes, put this on, and then I'll come back and take your blood pressure." She said, throwing a cloth gown onto the examination table.
Zac nodded shyly and tucked his hair behind his ears. What he had been dreading. This was going to be ugly, he thought, looking resentfully at the robe. The nurse left, and Zac was left alone. He took off his shoes and shocks, stuffing them under the chair in the corner. He stripped off his shirt and took off his jeans. He unfolded the gown, and put it on. He sighed and obediently pulled down his boxers, letting them fall the floor. He carefully folded his clothes and hid his boxers under his clothes, as if the nurse would care.
He tried desperately to tie the flimsy strings that were in the back. He managed to tie one on his back, but the most important lower one would not stay tied nor shut. He gave up when the door opened and the nurse rushed in to take his blood pressure.
"Okay, now go ahead and sit on the table, Dr. Gomez will be in in a moment." She said, closing the door. Zac opted to stand by the table until the door was flung open, and the short, plump, Dr. Gomez barged in.
She pulled a latex glove onto her hand, letting the rubber snap at her wrist loudly. Zac cringed.
"Zac?" She asked cheerfully.
"Yeah." He said.
"How are you, long time no see." She said, boucing into the room. Her accent was thick, Zac thought. And she sure was chipper for an old woman.
She turned around, and then smiled broudly at him.
"Just jump up on table, and we'll be off." She said, motioning for him to get on. Zac raised himself to the cold, metal table, cringing at the chill.
"Cold, eh?" She asked with a laugh.
"Uh, yeah." He said, shifting uncomfortably.
"Alright." She said. She got out her instrements and started looking in his ears and nose and eyes.
"So, you're fourteen. High school freshman?" She asked.
"Yeah." He answered.
"Look straight ahead. You like school?"
"Yeah, It's okay." He said.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked casually, looking in his ears.
"Yeah." He said.
"Ah. Sexually active?" She asked, as thought the topic were a normal one.
"Uh, no." Zac said.
"I won't tell, you don't have to lie." She said with a smile.
"Um, no, we don't..." Zac trailed off.
She smiled. "Okay, now lay back on table, and I'll feel your stomach." She said.
Zac did as he was told, lying back on the cold table. She felt his stomach and abdomen, all while chatting away about how much Taylor hated being in here.
"You can just tell he hates this." She said with a laugh, pressing on his abdomen.
"Oh, yeah." Zac said.
"Okay, everything looks good, now stand." She said, stepping back from the table. This is what he had been dreading. The thought of someone else touching his lower area besides himself was just...a little much for him to handle. He flushed, remembering the last time he was here. He had actually gotten half of an erection.
He slid off the table, immediately yanking his paper robe shut. Dr. Gomez got out her little stool on wheels and plopped her chubby little frame down on it, then lifted up the front of Zac's robe.
Oh jeez, could this be any more humiliating? Here he was, standing in a cold little room with nothing but a flimsy, half paper half cloth thing wrapped around him and hanging open in the back, and there was a late sixtysomething woman holding his penis and feeling his testicles. No, he decided, it could not become any more humiliating. But he was wrong.
She had been feeling down there for a few moments when she started with the questions.
"You masturbate?" She asked casually. Jeez, Zac thought. What is it with this lady and such questions?
"Uh, no." He said.
Dr. Gomez laughed. "I find that haaaaaaaaaaaaaard to believe, Mr. Hanson."
Zac sighed, wanting this to be over.
"You teenage boy with girlfriend, and never masturbate?" She said with a chuckle. "Please."
"Okay, a little." He admitted. Maybe if he told the truth, this lady would leave him and his nuts alone.
"Hahaha...I thought so." She said. "Now turn your head and cough."
Zac did so, and he cringed when she grabbed.
"So, nocturnal emmission at night?" She asked, examining him.
"Yes." Zac muttered quietly, his cheeks flaming. This was especially embarassing admitting some sixty something lady that he had wet dreams. And he did...a lot.
"Perfectly normal." She said, removing her hand.
"Okay." Zac said. After writing in a few things on his chart, she stood and smiled.
"Health fine, growth fine, weight fine, lungs fine, heart fine, testicles fine!" She said proudly, finishing her chart.
"Uh, great." Zac said. All he wanted to do was get the heck out of there.
"All done. See, not so bad, eh?" She asked, her accent thick.
"No, no, that was fine." he said, eager for her to leave so that he could get dressed and not have his butt hanging out of a paper cloth.
"Alright, I'll see you next year, eh?"
"yeah." Zac said.
"Bye bye."
"Bye." Zac said with a nod. Thank goodness.
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