It was odd. Male gynecologists were rare to come by, especially in the small area of the outer banks. So when booking an appointment you didn’t even do much research on the doctor, having just moved to the island. You simply booked an appointment blindly, never even thinking once that it could be a man.

But in the sterile room you striped your clothes and slipped on a blue gown, placing yourself on the table and reluctantly in the stirrups. You were nervous, as always. Doctors were always a cause of anxiety for you and gynecologists especially. It was just awkward.

Even more so when the doctor came through the door, standing tall and very obviously masculine in the room. He had a smile on his face, rubbing his hands together as they were glossy with hand sanitizer. He introduced himself with a calm voice.

“I’m doctor cameron and I’ll be doing your routine checkup today-“ His voice was kind, but the blood was rushing to your head, the snap of his gloves over his hands sounded like a bomb going off in the silence of the room.

“You have nothing to worry about, I ensure you.” He smiled, moving over on his chair after clicking a button on an odd machine, his warm hands settled on your knees. “Open up for me, yeah?”