"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.
"I'm just nervous," Nimmi said.
The cold metal of the stethoscope pressed against her chest and making her gasp.
"Breathe normally," the doctor said.
Nimmi tried.
"Your heartbeat is irregular," Dr. Anjali said.
"Bras off, please."
Nimmi's fingers trembled at her back, the clasp slipping through her sweaty fingers.
"Allow me," Lihini offered.
Her breath warmed against Nimmi's neck as she reached behind her.
The clasp gave way with a soft snap, the fabric loosening but not yet falling as Nimmi clutched the bra to her chest, her face burning.
"Arms down, please," Dr. Anjali instructed.
With a shaky breath, Nimmi let the straps slide down her arms, the bra falling away to reveal her small breasts.
The cool air made her nipples harden instantly, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"None of that," the doctor said, gently pulling Nimmi's arms down to her sides.
"I need to examine you properly."
Dr. Anjali's hands were warm as they cupped Nimmi's breasts, her thumbs circling outward in slow, methodical motions.
"Any tenderness here?" she asked.
Her fingers brushing over Nimmi's peaked nipples.
Nimmi bit her lip, shaking her head, though her breathing had grown uneven.
Tharushi's examination was next, and she arched into the doctor's touch with a soft sigh.
Lihini's turn was no less intense. Her breath hitched as the doctor's hands explored her athletic frame, her muscles tensing under the intimate touch.
"Panties down now, please."
Nimmi's stomach dropped at the command.
Tharushi hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and slid them down her hips.
Lihini followed suit, though her usual confidence wavered as she exposed herself fully.
Nimmi's fingers trembled at her waistband, her entire body flushing with embarrassment.
