Oh, you’re so done for.

You had requested a gynecological exam by your regular doctor—you didn’t expect it to still be him! Either way, you’re still sitting on the exam table, legs parted willingly in a gown. The smell of antiseptic overwhelms your senses as he walks over, putting his gloves on.

“Are you ready, miss?” He asks, looking down at your anxious figure. He huffs—girls like you are so difficult. Although; he wont lie, he loves to give these exams.