"Senior girls," the headmistress announced.
"All those who are above eighteen years old are to report to the clinic immediately for your comprehensive annual physical examinations." She continued.
Three girls, Nimmi, Lihinia and Tharushi, headed to the clinic.
"Ah, you're here," Dr. Anjali said.
"Remove your shoes and socks first, please."
Nimmi's fingers trembled as she bent to unbuckle her Mary Janes. Lihini knelt beside her and she undid the buckle.
"There you go," she said.
Dr. Anjali approached with clinical precision.
"Extend your right foot, please, Miss?"
"Nimmi," she said, obediently lifting her foot.
The doctor's cool fingers wrapped around her arch, her thumb pressing firmly into the hollow.
"No signs of flat feet," she said.
Nimmi bit her lip to suppress a shiver.
"Flex your toes, please."
Nimmi obeyed, her breath stopped as the doctor's fingers slid between each digit, checking for abnormalities.
"Does this hurt?" Dr. Anjali asked, pressing her thumb into a particularly sensitive spot.
"No," Nimmi said, her toes curling involuntarily.
"Ticklish, Doctor?" Tharushi said.
The doctor's thumb pressed deliberately into the sensitive spot just below Tharushi's toes.
"Breathe normally," she instructed.
Tharushi's breath had clearly become abnormal.
Lihini's examination was more straightforward.
"Now remove your skirts and shorts," Dr. Anjali instructed.
Nimmi's fingers trembled on her waistband, her throat went dry.
Lihini pushed her athletic shorts down her toned thighs, letting them pool around her ankles and stepped out of them.
Nimmi unbuttoned her skirt and the fabric slid against her thighs, leaving her in her modest white cotton panties.
Tharushi slowly unbuttoned her skirt, letting it open before allowing it to slide revealing her lace-trimmed underwear.
"Stand straight, shoulders back," Dr. Anjali instructed.
Her hands settled on Lihini's hips to adjust her stance.
"Arms at your sides."
Dr. Anjali's palms moved up Lihini's spine, pressing lightly between each bone.
"No curvature," she noted.
Her fingers moved around at the base of Lihini's neck.
"Significant tension here," she said, massaging the tight muscles with firm and circular motions.
Lihini's breath escaped in a soft and involuntary sigh.
"Does that feel good?" the doctor asked.
Lihini's eyes fluttered closed for a moment.
"Yes," she said, her voice huskier than usual.
"Blouses and shirts off now, please," Dr. Anjali instructed.
Lihini grabbed the hem of her polo shirt and pulled it over her head revealing her damp sports bra.
Nimmi couldn't help but stare at the way Lihini's muscles flexed.
Nimmi's breath stopped as Lihini's knuckles touched her collarbone and each button undone.
Tharushi slowly unbuttoned one by one, letting the fabric open to reveal her lacy peach bra.
The stethoscope pressed against Lihini's back.
"Deep breath in," Dr. Anjali instructed.
Her free hand settled on Lihini's bare waist.
Nimmi watched, as the doctor's fingers moved across Lihini's back. Her thumb brushing the edge of her sports bra.
Lihini's chest expanded with each breath and her skin flushing under the attention.
"Your lungs sound clear," Dr. Anjali said.
Her fingers stayed a moment longer than necessary.
Nimmi's heart pounded as the stethoscope approached her.
"Your pulse is quite elevated," Dr. Anjali said.
Her fingers circled Nimmi's wrist.
