Mandy wasn't crazy about the idea of going away to school. While growing up, she had always just assumed she'd go to the college that was located ten minutes outside of her hometown. After all, it made sense for her to go there, as she could live at home and save money that way. However, what she hadn't counted on was her mother remarrying.
Mandy's new stepfather was older than her mother; probably in his late fifties. While to others he appeared to be a distinguished and well-respected businessman, there was something about him that Mandy didn't like. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but from day one, he'd given her a bad feeling.
That's why she reluctantly agreed when he offered to send her halfway across country to a rather prestigious college. (Mandy herself hadn't ever heard of it, but her stepfather assured her it was very well known in the business world, and that he could offer her an internship and, after graduating, a well-paying job.) It was the chance of a lifetime, really. Her wealthy stepfather would pay her tuition and all of her living expenses, plus she wouldn't have to live in the same house as him anymore. It seemed like a perfect arrangement.
Now, however, Mandy was not so sure. One of the conditions of her acceptance to the school was a complete physical. Mandy despised going to the doctor. In fact, she hadn't been to the doctor since she was sixteen and had a sprained ankle, and the last time she'd had a physical must have been a good ten years ago. Before marrying her new husband, Mandy's mother didn't have the expendable to splurge on regular check-ups, which was just fine by Mandy.
But here she was, sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office at 4 p.m. on Friday afternoon, waiting somewhat apprehensively for the bored looking secretary to call her name. Finally it was called, and Mandy jumped up, followed the woman to a room at the far end of the hall, and was left alone in a small room with the instructions to disrobe and wait for the doctor.
Nervously, Mandy took in her surroundings. There were two chairs, a desk, a table covered with an assortment of shiny, cold-looking metal instruments, and a bed-like contraption with stirrups down at the bottom. Mandy may have never had a gynecological examination before, but she wasn't stupid, and cringed as she envisioned herself laying on that table, nude and spread open for the doctor. She could feel herself blushing.
Annoyed by this, she scolded herself for being so immature. After all, he was a doctor. A professional. He'd probably seen hundreds of naked women before; it was part of his job and nothing to be ashamed of...right? Deciding that the sooner the exam started, the sooner it would be over with, Mandy took off her clothing, leaving on only her white cotton panties and matching bra, then sat gingerly on the edge of the nearest chair, shivering from the draft.
Before long, she heard footsteps coming down the hall, and the door opened. Her breath caught in her throat a bit as a tall, good looking middle aged man in a white coat walked in. He sat down in the chair across from her and looked at her for an awkward moment, then said "I'm Dr. Browne, and you must be Mandy?" Before she could answer, a look of annoyance appeared on his face and his cold blue eyes pierced hers. "Did the secretary not instruct you to remove your clothing?"
Taken aback, Mandy nodded and opened her moth to reply, not really sure what to say. Before she could say anything, though, he barked at her "Well then get rid of those panties and that bra! I don't have all day. If you're going to waste my time, you need to find yourself a new physician. Otherwise, do as I instruct you. NOW!"
"I-I'm sorry Doctor," Mandy stuttered, fumbling for the clasp of her bra. She was horrified to see that he just sat there and looked at her with those hard blue eyes, not even offering her the slightest shred of privacy. Mandy pulled her bra from her body and her large, soft breasts fell free, the nipples already beginning to perk up from the chill in the white, impersonal room. She couldn't bear to see him watch her, so averting her eyes, she stood and, hunched over in embarrassment, slid her panties down her white, creamy thighs and to her ankles, where she stepped out of them.
"Well firstly, your posture is repugnant," Dr. Browne commented. "See the way your breasts hang? You need to stand up straight, shoulders back, and thrust your chest out. Well? Hurry up!"
Trying to blink back the tears of humiliation that were forming in here eyes, Mandy did as instructed, straightening her back and pulling her shoulders down and back, which caused her bouncy breasts to stick right out. This was terrible. She'd heard rumors that Dr. Browne was an unconventional doctor and had dreaded coming, but he was the one her stepfather had made the appointment with, and since it was his money...what could Mandy possibly do but obey?
Dr. Browne appeared to be deep in thought, and, stroking his chin lightly, he slowly, torturously walked around Mandy, stopping for what seemed like ages but was in actuality probably only a few seconds to take in the view from the back. "You're carrying some extra weight in your buttocks," he commented, and to her horror, Mandy felt him reach out and pat her rump with the palm of his hand. He then took a handful of her cheek in his hand and squeezed the supple flesh. "We'll need to work on that," he said, more to himself than to Mandy. Continuing his degrading tour, he walked around to the front and poked her soft belly with his finger. "You've got an extra layer of flab across your midsection, and your breasts are likely this full on account of the extra weight you're carrying - although I do suspect you're a large-breasted girl to begin with. You'll need to lose thirty pounds, though."
Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, and Mandy couldn't take it anymore. She hated confrontations, but this was worse than any confrontation could be, surely. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself to look the abrupt doctor in the eye and said "Doctor, is this necessary? I'm here for a physical, not to be criticized. I'm beginning to think that I should make arrangements to see a different doctor."
It was difficult to judge his expression, but the doctor regarded her thoughtfully for a brief time, then spoke in a bemused voice. "Sometimes the truth hurts, Mandy. If you can't take it, then you're right; you shouldn't be my patient. However, I should warn you that I am one of only three doctors who work for the college you wish to be attending. That means that you will need to get an appointment with one of the other two - and they, like me, are booked for months in advance, as there are many others who want to get into the same college that you're applying to." He regarded her coolly. "So, the choice is yours. Do you want to call this off right now, or continue with the examination?"
Mandy hated to admit it, but his argument was logical. She sighed and silently nodded for him to continue. Immediately, his hands returned to her stomach and fondled her belly, pinching at her pudge. He even pushed his pinky into her belly button, rather hard. The pressure made her feel like she had to pee, and she squirmed in discomfort.
The doctor noted his and smiled. "Good, I see you need to urinate. That's perfect, as I need a urine sample to send away to the lab for analysis." He produced a tiny plastic cup and handed it to her. "Whenever you're ready, Mandy."
"Uh, okay." Trying to be cooperative, Mandy willed herself to do whatever he asked so she could leave as soon as possible. "Which way to the bathroom?"
"The plumbing is being redone," he informed her. "You'll stay right here." It was only after he'd stood looking at her for several seconds that Mandy realized that Dr. Browne had no intention of leaving the room while she produced the urine sample.
