Doctor A Griswold
Another stupid tale about humiliating the patient
It was time for my annual checkup. My doctor had retired and I had to pick from several that he had recommended in his letter to the patients he was leaving. So it was eeny-meeny-miny-moe. Moe turned out to be A. Griswold MD. So I made an appointment on-line for about a month later. The fact that it took a month to get an appointment seemed like a good sign. He should be popular and that should mean he's an excellent doctor.
Freshly showered and shaved I was checking in that Tuesday morning and pleasantly surprised to find my doctor wasn't running an hour late. In fact at ten am, right on time, I was being paged and escorted into the exam room. My only thought was wow. Where was he all my life? The doctor was on time.
His nurse did her thing, weighed me, took my vitals and told me the doctor would be right in and if I would please undress and put on the hospital gown it would speed things up. That seemed a little strange but hay if that worked I was ok with it.
Within five minutes there was knock on the door and Doctor Agatha Griswold walked in the room followed by her nurse. I had never ever been examined by a lady doctor and had no desire to be but I could hardly stop it at this point. Besides she was a doctor. She had seen everything before. I was just another person. No different than, I assumed, many of her other patients. So we shook hands as she introduced herself. Asked me to sit and we had the normal chat about my general health and if I had any problems, etc.
She then explained that she was conducting a study and would I be ok with being included. Before I could ask what it was about she volunteered that it might be very helpful to all males over the age of fifty. I don't know why but I was thinking she was going to do some kind of fitness test so I agreed.
Dr. Griswold did the normal exam things, my eyes, ears, throat, reflexes, etc. She told me that I was in great shape and would put many younger men to shame. That puffed up my ego a bunch.
She asked me to lay back on the exam table and put the blood pressure cuff back on my arm and one of those little oxygen things on my finger. I wasn't expecting what happened next. She lifted my gown and put it over my chest. When she asked the nurse why was I wearing my underwear I started to worry. The nurse apologized and thought she had told me to undress and actually she had but I didn't think she meant all the way.
Dr. Agatha Griswold roughly pulled my boxers down and threw them over on to a chair. When she turned back to look at me her eyes got bigger. "Mindy...Come here and look at this. Have you ever seen a smaller penis in all your life?"
Mindy looked, smirked a little and then looked at me. "No doctor. I have to say that has to be the smallest cock, oops, I mean penis ever. How do you suppose he pees, I mean urinates without getting everything wet?"
"Mr. Johnson is this because you're scared or cold?"
"No and I don't think I'm all that small."
She held up her hand with her thumb and her index finger just a little ways apart. "Yes Mr. Johnson you are small, smaller than average. Yes are much smaller than average. But on the other hand I believe it is thicker than most."
