Ingrid sat on the table at the doctor's office, swinging her feet in anticipation. She hadn't been to the doctor in years - she lived in rural Nebraska for her whole life. A trip to the doctor was a bit of a journey and, since getting her last vaccine at the end of middle school, there was no reason to go.
Ingrid left Nebraska to come to attend the University of Michigan in the fall. So far, she was loving all the benefits of living in a college town - the endless parties, the cultural events, the restaurants. An unexpected benefit was the convenience of everything being so close. Now, Ingrid was just a bus ride away from the doctor's office that all of her friends recommended. And the doctor accepted her school insurance too!
It's great that I can finally prioritize my health
, she thought as she heard a knock on the door.
In came the doctor - Dr Michael, according to what the receptionist said earlier. Dr Michael wasn't particularly notable - maybe in his early 60s, grey hair, average body. Reading off of his clipboard, he glanced up at Ingrid, and quickly glanced back down again.
"So, Miss Fine," he started. "What brings you here today?"
"I'm here for my yearly physical."
Dr Michael flipped a page up. "Yearly physical? It looks like you haven't had a physical in five years."
Ingrid turned a little pink - she was embarrassed to be seen as a small town girl who didn't experience all the normal facets of life.
"Yeah, unfortunately it's been a while," she responded uneasily. She wasn't sure what else to say.
"Well, your height and weight look normal...you're all caught up on your vaccines...well, since you haven't been to the doctor in so long, I should ask if you've ever been to the gynecologist?" Dr Michael's voice asked, his voice almost indiscernibly low.
"Oh, no, there were none of those around where I lived. Well, I wouldn't know. It was a really religious town, people didn't talk about if or where they went to the gynecologist."
Dr Michael paused. "Well, then I have a bit of work to do here then. Why don't you take of your clothes so I can get a look at you?"
Ingrid hesitated - but only for a second. She was determined to not make a fool of herself - this man was a doctor, for goodness sake. There was not point in making a professional struggle to do his job.
Dr Michael sat down in his chair and watched Ingrid get undressed. Though his face didn't reveal it, he was gleeful. A naive, nineteen year old country girl - she didn't even ask him to leave the room as she pulled her shorts and underwear down!
"Keep going, " Dr Michael said. "Take your shirt off."
"Um...why?" Ingrid asked, not being able to help it.
Because I want to see how your sweet tits squeeze out of that shirt
, thought Dr Michael. "You'll be more comfortable - it's a whole body examination."
"Well...okay then," said Ingrid. She lifted her tank top and unhooked her bra. The clasp was in the front of her bra instead of the back, and her breasts pushed together as she struggled to get the bra undone.
"Here, let me help, " said Dr Michael. He stepped forward and put his hands on either side of Ingrid's left and right breast. He then squeezed the breasts together, making it easier for the hook to get out of the loop. Dr Michael moved his hands to let the bra fall to the floor, but then put them back on Ingrids tits.
"I'm going to give you a breast exam - have you ever had one?" asked Dr Michael, testing his last bit of caution.