Pre Employment Physical Examination

Anjali sat on the edge of her chair wearing a floral print dress. Priya was wearing a wrap skirt meanwhile Lakshi leaned against the wall, wearing shirt and fitted trousers

The receptionist had informed them that Dr. Niranjala preferred to conduct their employment physicals together.

"Together?" Anjali asked.

"This'll be fun," Priya said.

The door to the examination room creaked open.

"Come in”.

Dr. Niranjala stood by the desk.

"Line up, please," she instructed.

The three women obeyed.

"Shoes off," the doctor said.

Anjali bent to unstrap her sandals as she could feel the cool tile beneath her bare feet.

Priya kicked off her heels with a flick.

Lakshi remained silent as she removed her sneakers.

The doctor approached them with the height rod.

"Stand straight," she ordered.

Anjali was first and the doctor pressed the flat of her palm against the small of the younger woman's back as Anjali gasped.

"158 centimeters," she noted aloud and oved to Priya.

"167 centimeters."

Lakshi was last.

"172 centimeters."

The scale came next.

"Step up."

Priya went first, on the scale.

"58 kilos," the doctor noted.

Lakshi was next.

"63 kilos, muscle-dense."

Then Anjali stepped in.

"49 kilos," the doctor said.

"Blouses and tops must be removed for lung and heart assessment."

Anjali's breath hitched.

"All of them?"

The doctor arched her brow.

"Unless you'd like an incomplete evaluation."

Priya was untying her wrap skirt, letting it slither to the floor in a pool of fabric. Inside she wore a short and silky underskirt.

Anjali's fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her dress and the fabric parted, revealing the thin cotton slip beneath. She hesitated but let the dress slide down her arms, holding it at her waist.

"The slip as well," the doctor said.

Anjali swallowed hard and her arms crossed over her chest as the slip pulled down to her hips.

Lakshi had pulled her sleeveless top over her head in one swift motion revealing a tight sports bra.

"Arms at your sides," the doctor instructed Anjali as she approached with stethoscope.

The metal was cold against Anjali's skin and she flinched.

"Breathe deeply."

"I can't."

"Relax," the doctor said as her thumb brushed Anjali's ribcage.

"Your pulse is elevated," Dr. Niranjala noted.

She then moved to Lakshi, whose muscles tensed under the stethoscope's path.

"Good cardiovascular strength," she noted.

Lakshi exhaled sharply when the doctor's fingers touched the edge of her sports bra.

"Skirts and trousers off. Underwear remains for now."

Anjali pushed her dress and camisole down and stepped out of the fabric as she stood in only her bra and pantiesonly with her arms wrapping around herself.

Priya unhooked her underskirt and let it fall.

Lakshi unbuttoned her trousers and slid them down her long legs as she stood in her sports bra and boy shorts.

The doctor knelt before Anjali first, her hands firm as she checked reflexes.

"Lift your foot."

Anjali obeyed, trembling as the doctor's fingers traced up her calf.

"Good flexibility," the doctor said.

Her thumb pressed into the soft skin behind Anjali's knee.

"Sensitive?" the doctor asked Priya .

"Very," Priya said.

Lakshi's examination was swift.

"For the complete evaluation, underwear must also be removed."

Silence.

Anjali's hands flew to her chest.

"All of it?"

"Standard procedure."

Priya was already unhooking her bra.

Lakshi exhaled through her nose and then reached behind her back to unclasp her sports bra.

Anjali's fingers shook as she reached for her own bra clasp.

"Here," the doctor said.

"Let me."

Before Anjali could protest doctor's skilled fingers brushed her back and unhooked her bra as straps slid down her arms.

"Panties as well," the doctor reminded her softly.

Anjali's breath came in short as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her cotton panties and pushed them down.

Priya was already fully nude and stretched like a satisfied feline.

Lakshi stood rigid with her arms at her sides.

The doctor approached Anjali first, her touch clinical but unbearably slow.

"Arms up."

Anjali obeyed as the doctor's hands moved over her ribs, her waist, her,

"Breathe," the doctor said.

Priya watched with darkening eyes.

Lakshi's fists clenched at her sides.

"Relax," Dr. Niranjala said.

"Tension interferes with the examination."

The doctor moved behind Anjali, her breath warm against

"Posture check," she said.

Her hands settled on Anjali's shoulders, sliding down her arms.

"Bend forward. Touch your toes."

"What?"

"Flexibility assessment."

The doctor's tone left no room for argument.

Anjali obeyed, bending at the waist. She could feel the stretch in her hamstrings. The cool air against her most intimate places, exposed.

"Hips aligned properly," the doctor noted, but her voice had gone rough.

One hand settled at the small of Anjali's back, the other, on her thigh.

Anjali's fingers clenched against her ankles.

"Very good," the doctor said.

"Next."

"Same position."

Priya bent forward with exaggerated slowness.

"How's my flexibility?" she asked.

The doctor's hands settled on her waist, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of her spine.

"Adequate."

"Lakshi. Your turn."

The tall woman hesitated, she stepped forward, her movements stiff.

She bent, her muscles flexing under smooth skin.

The doctor's hands were firmer with her, more controlled.

"Sensitive here?"

Her fingers traced the inside of Lakshi's knee.

Lakshi's breath hissed out between clenched teeth.

"No."

The doctor's touch grew bolder, tracing up Lakshi's thigh.

"Muscle tension is high. You should relax."

Lakshi's hands fisted at her sides.

"Trying."

"Let me help."

The doctor's palm pressed flat against Lakshi's lower back, fingers splayed. A slow, deliberate stroke downward.

Lakshi jerked as if burned.

"Muscle tension can indicate deeper issues," the doctor said.

"A rectal exam may be necessary to assess pelvic floor function."

Anjali gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth.

"Rectal?"

"It's a standard part of a complete physical. Unless you have objections?"

Lakshi's jaw clenched, but after a beat, she gave a stiff nod.

"Good. Assume the position."

Dr. Niranjala snapped on a fresh pair of latex gloves, the sound loud in the quiet room.

She gestured to the examination table.

"Bend over the table. Legs slightly apart."

Lakshi hesitated, she obeyed, leaning forward until her palms rested on the cool surface.

Anjali couldn't look away.

The doctor stepped closer, one hand settling on Lakshi's hip to steady her.

"Relax," she ordered.

Lakshi exhaled sharply as the doctor's other hand, slick with lubricant, traced between her cheeks.

"This will feel unusual," the doctor said.

"Breathe deeply."

Lakshi tensed as the first finger pressed against her entrance.

"Relax," the doctor repeated.

A slow, steady pressure, then the breach.

Lakshi's entire body stiffened.

"Good," the doctor said.

"No signs of abnormal tightness."

Her finger moved carefully, probing deeper.

Lakshi's fingers clawed at the examination table.

The doctor's fingers curled inside Lakshi suggested something more.

"Pelvic floor strength is excellent," she said.

Lakshi shuddered.

Then, a second finger, just testing.

Lakshi gasped.

"Doctor, "

"Almost done," Dr. Niranjala said.

The stretch was slow, deliberate. Lakshi's back arched.

Anjali's thighs pressed together tightly.

"Very good," she whispered.

Then, finally, she withdrew.

Lakshi sagged against the table.

"Who's next?"

Priya stepped forward.

But the doctor's gaze slid past her, landing on Anjali instead.

"You."

Anjali's breath hitched.

"Me?"

"You're clearly the most nervous. It's better to get it over with."

The doctor's tone brooked no argument as she snapped on fresh gloves.

Anjali's legs trembled as she approached the examination table.

"Please be gentle," she asked.

Dr. Niranjala's expression softened slightly.

"This doesn't have to be uncomfortable. The more you relax, the easier it will be."

Her hands settled on Anjali's hips, guiding her into position.

"Wider."

Anjali whimpered but obeyed.

The doctor's touch was clinical at first - a gloved finger tracing her entrance, spreading lubricant.

Anjali tensed immediately, her fingers clutching the edge of the table.

"Breathe," the doctor said.

Her other hand, rubbing soothing circles on Anjali's lower back.

"In through your nose, out through your mouth."

Anjali tried to follow the instructions, but when the first finger pressed inside, she gasped sharply.

"Oh!"

"Good girl," Dr. Niranjala said.

"You're doing very well."

"Pelvic muscles are responsive. That's good."

Her finger curled slightly, brushing a spot that made Anjali's toes curl.

"Very good indeed."

Anjali buried her face in her arms.

"My turn!" Priya announced the moment the doctor withdrew from Anjali.

The exam proceeded much like the others, but Priya's reactions were different.

Where Lakshi had tensed and Anjali had trembled, Priya sighed and rolled her hips, meeting each movement of the doctor's fingers.

Her fingers twisted deliberately, and this time it was Priya who gasped.

Dr. Niranjala removed her gloves with finality.

"All examinations are complete. You may dress.”