It was a bright spring morning in the sixties and a trio of teenage girls was walking down a leafy suburban avenue. The three 18 year olds were not however strolling for pleasure, they were on their way to see a doctor for a medical examination.
A few weeks earlier the girls had started work at the local library, and a couple of days previous had been called into the head librarian's office. The girls were called Jane, tall and blonde, Clare, short and dark, and Angela, who was of medium height, also dark haired and wore black rimmed glasses.
Miss Henderson, the librarian, explained that all new staff had to see the doctor appointed by the city council for a medical check. This she reassured the girls, noting their looks of apprehension, was a mere formality and was unlikely to involve any kind of physical examination. "Dr Reynolds" she explained, probably won't even ask you to take your coats off. His surgery is not far away so you will be able to walk there. He will see you after his morning surgery next Tuesday."
Angela was secretly disappointed by this information as she had a thing about doctors and was rather excited by the prospect of having to undress for an examination, but Jane and Clare, who had been friends at school, were very relieved as neither of them relished having to take their clothes off in front of a man, especially Dr Reynolds about whom they had heard some worrying stories.
Tuesday morning dawned bright, but chilly enough for the girls to be wearing coats as they left the library.
"I hope Miss Henderson was right," said Jane as they approached the doctor's house, "I have hear that Dr Reynolds' examinations are very thorough."
"That right." agreed Angela, "He came to our house once when I had a bad cold and had to stay home from school. He made me take my nightie right off and listened all over my chest with his stethoscope. He said my boobs were developing nicely. I don't mind doctors examining me, especially handsome ones like Dr Reynolds, but I hate dentists. Last year I had to have a tooth out and Mummy and the dentist had to drag me to the chair and hold me down. I screamed so much, Mummy said I frightened all the other patients. But Dr Reynolds is very sexy, even Mummy says so! She was in with him ever such a long time when she went to see him about her chest."
"My cousin Ian went to school with his son. He was at Ian's house one day when I was there and we had to play doctors and nurses. He wanted to put his hand down my panties to check my pussy." volunteered Clare.
"Did you let him," asked Angela, who's mother refused let her play doctor games ever since hearing that she had been persuaded to take all her clothes off for a boy who lived nearby.
"Certainly not." snorted Clare who by now was feeling rather nervous.
She was slightly relieved to hear upon arrival at the surgery that Dr Reynolds had been called away at short notice and they would be seeing Dr Pargeter, the local schools' doctor who was standing in. The receptionist was flustered as the morning surgery was running late and the doctor was very impatient. The last patient was eventually called in and the girls began to wonder who would see the doctor first.
At this point the receptionist came into the waiting room and told them that as they were all girls Dr Pargeter would see them together. Jane and Clare looked at each other and read this as a good sign. How wrong would they be?
The doctor's consulting room was located in a big room at the front of the house Against one wall was the leather examination couch surrounded by a curtain on runners suspended from the high ceiling, while in the bay window which was covered by net curtains stood an old fashion weighing machine. Sitting behind a large desk in the middle of the room sat a small bird like woman. Her grey hair was pulled back in tight bun and she wore wire rimmed spectacles.
"Good morning I'm Dr Pargeter, and I understand you have been sent here by your employer for a full medical examination "she announced briskly holding up an official looking letter.
"No, Dr Pargeter," said Clare hastily, "Miss Henderson at the library said it's usually a formality and the doctor just signs the form."
"My dear young lady." said Dr Pargeter icily. "I am the director of school medical services for this city and I do not do things by halves. I carry out all the medical inspections locally and I am not in the habit of taking chances with the health of our young people. Now as you are all gels it will save valuable time if I examine you together. Now would you each take one of these glass beakers and provide me with a urine sample. You can use the toilet there." she said indicating the door behind her desk. "I would be obliged if you would leave the door open." The girls looked at each other in horrified embarrassment. "Come along, come along, don't waste time. You!" she snapped, pointing at Angela. "You can go first."
Angela, blushing bright pink, picked up a tumbler, then realising she would first have to take her coat off, put it down again. She disappeared into the toilet, put the tumbler on the floor and struggled to take down her tights and knickers. An embarrassed silence followed. " If you cannot produce a sample turn on the tap, that may help your situation." advised the doctor. The gushing water clearly did the trick and Angela reappeared clutching a half filled tumbler and trying to pull up her flesh coloured tights.
