I stood in the examination room, staring uncertainly at my folded clothes, more than a little non-plussed by the doctor's abrupt departure.
A gentle knock on the door stirred me from my brooding. A young nurse with brown hair was at the door, smiling warmly. "Excuse me. I hope that you are Mr. Phillips?"
I turned around a little self-consciously to face her. Her eyes flitted down to my john thomas, which seemed to be hanging a little lower than usual. Her eyes widened slightly before she looked up to my chest. "Ah, good. Dr. Westman left your door wide open, so I hope you don't mind me just coming in." She looked down at my crotch again with a little smile. "All things considered."
It felt a little strange to have a female nurse simply walk in on me while I was undressed. The habits and expectation of years in doctor's offices were still with me. It was also quite unusual to have a nurse checking out my member, in what could mildly be called a less-than-professional way. It was a little distracting, to be honest, and I felt a twitch in by groin. But I did my best to put on a care-free smile. "Well, considering I signed up for this, can't say I can complain," I joked.
The nurse nodded. "Good to hear. Not everyone who signs up for exhibitionism really has their heart in it. Part of my job is to assess your psychological reactions, both to improve the exhibitionist program, and to help advise you about what you can expect expect when 'operating' under your new licence. You can opt out if you wish to go about your business, but your co-operation would be highly appreciated, and we expect that you will find it beneficial. Will you be participating?" She smiled warmly at me, and bit her lip slightly, swaying gently.
I didn't have anywhere that I needed urgently to be. Seeing how I barely knew what I had signed myself up for, I thought some extra information would be nice. I was beginning to wonder about the the trend of somewhat unprofessional behaviour of the personnel at the clinic, however. "Sure, I'll come along," I said. "Uh, I'm not sure what to do with my clothing though --- do I leave it here?"
"You are free to get dressed to leave the dressing room," the nurse continued, "but I am supposed to examine you as you do so, and you will be asked to take off your clothing again later. If you wish, we can have your clothing packed and waiting for you at the lobby. From there, you can arrange to have them delivered to your home, after retrieving any essentials that you might want to take with you."
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