A while back Bryan Atkins told the story of being given an embarrassing physical exam by a slightly older girl named Jennifer who was shadowing the school nurse that day (see "Shadow Day"). Here is the same story as told by Jennifer.
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When I was in my first year at community college, I had the opportunity to "shadow" the school nurse at the local high school for a day. I don't know what I expected out of the experience, except a day out of classes and an easy credit. It turned out that it was actually a very good day to be a girl!
It had only been a year since I walked the halls of this high school, so everything was familiar to me. Plus I have a younger sister who goes there.
I remembered the school nurse, Miss Stallings; though I don't think I ever had to occasion to talk to her as a student. To this day I still don't know her first name. She was a no-nonsense lady, kind of reminded me of the housekeeper on the Brady Bunch.
I got there shortly after lunch and things were very quiet. At first Miss Stallings showed me around the office and then eventually gave me some files to look over and organize. In between filing we chatted about nursing as a career and how she happened to become a school nurse. At about 1:45 a freshman girl came in needing a band-aid. She was dispatched pretty quickly.
At about 2:30, I was through with my filing assignment and wondered what else there was to do. Miss Stallings said, "Well nothing at the moment, but at 3:30 I will be doing two physical exams, so that would something you could assist me on."
I was curious. Were these girls? No, Nurse Stallings said, they were both of senior boys who for one reason or another had not turned in their physical exam forms. Without these forms, they were ineligible to play sports.
So I was going to be assisting in giving physicals to two athletic senior boys? I could hardly believe it.
"Are you sure the boys won't mind me being here?" I ventured.
"Oh they won't like it, but it something they'll have to get used to," Nurse Stallings said impassively.
Maybe I would get to see them in their underwear!
I should mention at this point that, even though I was a college freshman, I had very little experience with the opposite sex. I went to an all-girls grade school and middle school, so high school was the first chance I had to be in an environment with boys. And I liked the boys a lot, especially the athletic ones, but whatever it is that boys are looking for in a girl, I didn't have it.
So without much of a dating life, I threw myself into school clubs and activities where I was mostly in the company of girls. One exception is that I volunteered to be a student coach on the boys varsity swim team and I even got into one of the team photos, surrounded by guys in speedos.
The swim team experience was very nice and allowed me to fantasize about the nearly-naked boys I'd see three times a week. Without being obvious I'd glance at their crotches during practice and check out the assorted bulges. My sister Pam is a sophomore at the school and has taken up where I left off, as a timer on the swim team. I wonder if she's looking at those bulges too?
And on a few occasions I got to see a bit more. After practice, the door to the boys locker room would sometimes be propped open. Across from that door was the door to the equipment room. If the timing was right I could be putting equipment away while sneaking a glance into the locker room. I couldn't see anything directly, but there was a mirror that reflected part of the shower room and urinals. I caught more than a few fleeting glances at bare bottoms standing at the urinal and naked boys walking in and out the shower. The view didn't afford me much detail but the erotic imagery certainly whet my appetite.
So the prospect of seeing boys up close and personal was pretty enticing, though I did my best to feign an attitude of professionalism to Miss Stallings. I took a seat in the exam room and started reading some of my college homework.
Some time later I heard the door open and someone come into the outer office. He announced his name, but I didn't quite hear it.
I heard him ask Nurse Stallings why he had been summoned to the nurse's office.
"You haven't turned in a physical exam form," she said.
"Yea," he grunted. "I was supposed to get checked out three weeks ago before school started, but I got the flu so I skipped it." Then he chuckled.
Miss Stallings wasn't amused. "You're not even supposed to be going to practice without an exam. Its state law."
"Yeah well..."
"If you want to keep working out with the team I'll need to examine you right away."
A couple of seconds passed.
"Now?" he said.
"Yes, now."
Miss Stallings led the boy right into the exam room where I was sitting.
"Strip down to your underwear," she said, "and sit on the table. I'll be with you in a few minutes."
I remembered him right away - Bryan Atkins, from the swim team. He was wearing a varsity jacket and carrying a backpack. When he put it down, he noticed me.
"Bryan?" I said.
His eyes widened.
"Yeah. What are you doing here?"
"Oh I'm here for Student Shadow Day."
"So you're interested in being a nurse?" he said.
"Yes, and Nurse Stallings is letting me shadow with her for the day."
"That's nice," he said without much expression.
"Why are you here?" I asked, even though I knew.
"Physical exam. They won't let me play without one."
We were both kind of frozen, not knowing what to say.
Finally, I said, "You're on the varsity baseball team and swim team, right?"
"Yeah - and track.."
At that point, Miss Stallings came into the exam room, shut the door, and said, "Bryan, why are you still dressed?"
Bryan got an annoyed look on his face. For a moment nothing happened. And then he took off his varsity jacket and draped it over a chair. I almost stopped breathing.
"Jennifer," Miss Stallings said, "Bryan is here for a complete physical exam."
I listened, but kept my eyes on Bryan, who kicked off his sneakers and stuck them under the chair.
And I could hear Miss Stallings drone on, "This will be a good experience for you. As a nurse you will assist in many physical examinations for young males."
Meanwhile, Bryan took off his white socks and methodically rolled them into a ball and put them in one of the shoes. Nice clean feet. Then in one motion off came his sweatshirt and undershirt.
He stood there shirtless and barefoot wearing only jeans.
Time stopped for a moment. Then he undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. He was wearing light blue underwear, a boxer-brief with a little pouch in front with something there. He was looking up at the ceiling trying to avoid my gaze.
