Dystopian Examination Brides To Be

It was just another day on a summer after in this South Indian city, but was all about anxiousness and nervousness as the sun beat down in the afternoon.

It was the law of the land in that dystopian era that each person whose marriage is arranged for the next month should undergo a thorough fitness exam at the government health center the previous month.

Each bride-to-be, a month shy of their arranged weddings, waited anxiously cald in white color sarees in front of the government building.

"Didi," whispered Priya, clutching the edge of her saree.

Priya had just turned twenty and was about to get married through an arranged marriage.

"Why do they say we all need to see the doctor together?" She asked.

Nisha, her soon-to-be sister-in-law, who's marriage is arranged to Priya's elder brother, squeezed Priya's hand reassuringly.

"It's a rule, they say, to ensure our competence for a marriage." Said Nisha.

"Line up, single file!" Said the woman in her white coat, presumably the medical officer in charge for the day.

The ten women formed a nervous queue. The doctor, with a nod, gestured towards a row of metal benches.

"Sit down and remove your footwear."

Each one of them unhooked their sandals and removed their slippers and kept them aside and stood barefoot on the cement floor. One by one, they were called forward adjacent to a wall near which a measurement scale was placed and markings were drawn on the wall for height. One of the nurses measured their height with a cold metal ruler against the wall. Priya, the shortest of the group, blushed furiously as the nurse announced her height in a booming voice.

Next came the ENT check of the girls as they stood in a line next to each other. The doctor went one by one and peered into their ears and throats with a cold metal instrument. At the close proximity, the doctor's breath brushing against their skin, it sent a wave of unexpected heat through most of the girls who felt intimidated by the strong presence of the doctor.

"Alright, ladies," the doctor declared, her voice echoing in the sterile room.

"Ladies, it's time for the visual check. Remove your sarees, all of you, and stand in a line."

A collective gasp filled the room. Tears welled up in Priya's eyes as well as in some other girl's eyes. Her hands were trembling as she began to unfasten the layers of her saree. Nisha, however, quickly whipped off her saree, revealing a crimson blouse that clung to her curves and stood straight. One by one, hesitantly at first, the other women followed suit and removed their sarees. Standing in a line, they stole glances at each other's features. It was quite a sight, with vulnerabilities together, different types of bodies, various builds and diverse skin complexions.

"Tilt your heads back, please," the doctor instructed.

One by one, the women obeyed, exposing the delicate curves of their exposed necks and collarbones as the doctor conducted her visual inspection, mainly focusing on their necks, and intermittently inspecting them with her fingers. Priya felt a flush inside her cheeks as the doctor's fingers seemed to linger a little too long near her collarbones.

"Alright, ladies, let's remove the blouses together." Said the doctor, her voice neutral.

A collective breath hitched in the room once again. Slowly, they reached behind their backs and unhooked the fastenings of their blouses. One by one, the blouses came off, revealing a canvas of bare skin and white color bras as they inadvertently crossed their arms across their chests. Priya, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her small frame, but also stole a glance at Nisha, who rather stood confident in her deep bra and petticoat.

The doctor, with a stethoscope dangling from her neck, went to each woman one by one. The cool metal of the instrument pressed against their chests and bare backs as she listened to their lungs. Her touch was impersonal yet strangely intimate. The sound of their heartbeats, amplified by the stethoscope, filled the silence across the large government building which had no partitions.

"Alright, ladies," the doctor stated nonchalantly, "Please remove your petticoats now."

A murmur of protest went across through the group. However, the rustling of their clothing gave way and the women were now clad only in their bras and panties. They stood awkwardly, as the vulnerability of their exposed skin heightened across the room.

The doctor ushered each woman onto a weighing scale near the wall one by one and their weight was announced in a flat monotone by the nurse as each woman climbed up and stood straight on the scale rather awkwardly.

The examination continued, and next came assessment of limbs. The doctor called up each woman and ran her hands expertly down their arms and legs, checking for muscle tone and any abnormalities by pressing and prodding. The touch, though impersonal, sent a jolt through some. Priya couldn't help but steal a glance at Nisha, whose posture had become even more confident, as the doctor prodded through her limbs as she stood up straight.

Following the limbs came posture checks, the doctor instructed them to stand tall, shoulders back, then bend forward, palms flat on the floor. This simple act, with their undergarments exposed, felt strangely suggestive and embarrassing.

"Alright, ladies," the doctor announced, "Now, sit on your tiptoes, please."

The women sat awkwardly on their tiptoes, clad only in their bras and panties, and made a few movements across the hall as instructed by the doctor.

"Alright, time to remove your bras. All of you, together and stand in a line."

With trembling hands, they unclasped their bras, and the room once again filled with the soft rustle of fabric. They all covered their breasts with their hands across and stood in line as before, looking downwards without much eye contact with anyone..

The doctor began the breast exam. One by one, they stood before her, the cool touch of her hands sent shivers down their spines. She was rather mechanical in her movements, having a thorough feel of both their breasts as well as nipples with a firm squeeze before letting them get back on the line.

Next the doctor pressed gently on their stomachs, feeling for any abnormalities.

As the heavy silence lingered in the room, the doctor cleared her throat, her voice breaking the tension.

"Alright, ladies, we'll proceed with the next step. Please remove your panties, all of you, and stand in a line."

The removal of their last shred of modesty in front of each other felt daunting. With hesitant hands, they obeyed the instructions, sliding their panties down their legs and stepping out of them one by one. Their gazes shifted nervously, among each other's pubes.

"One by one, please," the doctor instructed, as each woman approached the examination table.

As Priya stepped forward, she felt a surge of anxiety mixed with apprehension. The doctor's touch was gentle this time and her reassuring words helped ease the nerves of ea g woman as they underwent the pelvic examination.

Following the pelvic examination, the doctor announced the next step with a calm demeanor.

"Now, ladies, we'll proceed with the rectal examination. Please step forward one at a time."

A collective hush fell over the room as the women exchanged apprehensive glances as the prospect of such an intimate examination in public infront of others was daunting.

With hesitant steps, they approached the examination table, each woman silently steadying herself for the next phase of the examination. The doctor, her professionalism unwavering, guided them through the process with sensitivity and care, ensuring their comfort as much as she could. Each woman held onto the examination table and bent forward exposing their rear to the doctor and the nurse who had a good look at, first visually, and then with the gloved fingers of the doctor who probed their rears deep.

"Now, ladies, we will proceed with the final phase of the examination. You are required to perform a self-ejaculation to prove your conjugal fitness."

A collective gasp filled the room as the women exchanged bewildered glances in utter shock. The idea of ejaculating themselves in such a public setting seemed unthinkable, yet, requirement to prove themselves before their arranged marriages left no room for objection.

Each woman started probing their intimate areas with trembling hands and racing hearts as their minds were filled with a mixture of apprehension and disbelief. Priya, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, hesitated for a moment before building the courage to comply with the doctor's instructions. Despite the discomfort and vulnerability they felt, the women drew strength in probing their intimates.

As the final woman completed her self-ejaculation, a profound sense of relief washed over the group.

"You have all demonstrated exceptional obedience and fitness," the doctor said, her voice tinged with admiration.

"You may dress and return home."