As well as you'd expect

With that the doctor left and Melissa was nonplussed in the examination room. She stripped much quicker than she would have liked, folded her clothes, and placed them on one of the chairs at the side of the room. She made sure to keep her underwear well hidden in the pile. She then sat down on the table and felt the paper under her large behind. It was then that she noticed there were no gowns to be seen in the room. A nurse will probably bring one, she thought. Melissa then began noticing that the room was quite cold, something her bare skin felt acutely as she got goosebumps and her nipples started puckering up. She started looking at the analog clock in the room, which read 12:10. Ten minutes passed with no sign of the doctor, and Melissa began considering getting her shirt, not because of modesty (it was much too late for her at that point, she thought), but simply due to the chilly room. Of course, this coldness made her feel more exposed, which made her moister, causing dampness that made her feel even colder, a vicious feedback loop. Ten more minutes passed, after which Melissa began shivering, but just as she decided to redon her shirt for the time being Dr. Gunderson came back in.

“Sorry to keep you waiting so long. It appears we don’t have any gowns in stock at the moment! I don’t think that’ll bother you so much. Feet on the stirrups, please!” Melissa complied and the doctor began the examination. Inserting the speculum, Dr. Gunderson noted Melissa’s moisture and chuckled “I guess I don’t need much lube!” Melissa blushed and focused on the wall. The doctor palpated her abdomen for a good several minutes, and at the end of the exam took a wand and brushed her cervix. Overall, the experience was one of the least uncomfortable things to have happened to Melissa this weekend. Afterwards Dr. Gunderson examined Melissa’s breasts, making sure there was nothing abnormal. After it was all over Melissa was relieved and got up from the table.

“Thank you so much for your help, Melissa. Unfortunately, our mammogram stations are in another room, so you’ll have to come with me.” With that, Dr. Gunderson took Melissa by the hand and led her out of the room. She started to protest, but Dr. Gunderson’s grip was too strong and the duo walked into the hallway quite briskly. Melissa could notice the nurses and patients all turn their heas at her, even given their line of work. They must have been walking for a good two minutes in a chilly corridor, and Melissa’s goosebumps and erect nipples didn’t get any less noticeable. Halfway to the mammogram stations Dr. Gunderson looked back at Melissa and was started. “Oh drat, I forgot you weren’t wearing a gown. I tell you, muscle memory is quite powerful! Come, let’s go back to the room and get something for you to wear!” The pair walked back to the exam room, where more eyes were on Melissa, who kept blushing all this time.

When they got back to the exam room, they noticed that the door was closed. Dr. Gunderson knocked on the door and a voice called out “Occupied!”

“Oh dear, it looks like someone else has already taken this room for an examination,” Dr. Gunderson told Melissa. “Yes, are there any clothes on the chair in the corner?” the doctor asked the room’s occupants.

“Yes, but my hands are already lubed and we’re in the middle of a Pap test. You can get them in maybe five or so minutes.”

“Oh, well I am very sorry about that, Melissa. You know, you really should have said something!” That last comment hurt Melissa, as she blushed and looked at the floor. “Oh well, I’m sure this isn’t new for you, so let’s just walk to the stations like this.” Melissa sighed, and they made another five-minute trek to the mammogram stations. Melissa placed her bosom on a machine while the technician operated it. It was quite painful for her breasts to get smushed like that, and this pain was added to the sheer embarrassment of her condition.

After that ordeal the pair walked back to the exam room.