Continue with the examination

“I see. Hair and eye color is next. You have lovely brunette hair; I assume that is your natural color?” You nod, and I continue. “Brown eyes, slim build, small but nicely shaped breasts and sparse genital hair. Are you suffering from any illness or injury?
“No sir, none at all.”
I have you step onto my scales, noting that while your stated weight is within half a pound of my measurement, you underestimated your height, you are 5’ 3”. I follow by taking the remainder of your measurements so that properly sized uniforms could be ordered, and then take a complete medical and social history.
Now {FISRT_NAME}, I want you to hop back up onto the table, lie down on your left side, and draw your right knee up to your chest.” You comply, bushing once again as your pink, puckered rectum is exposed to my view. I dipped the end of a pencil-sized thermometer into petrolatum jelly, and gently pushed it past your sphincter and into your colon. “Do you know about a woman’s lunar cycle?” I ask.
“Uhng,” she grunted as the thermometer slides inside her. “No sir, not really. I know that girls bleed from their, uh, privates,” she was blushing now, red from toe to head, “and when they do they have to wear napkins and get excused from gym.”
“There is no reason to be embarrassed; it is simply the natural reproductive cycle a woman experiences every 28 days, if she is not pregnant. You are not pregnant, are you?” I asked.
“No sir, I don’t think so.”
“Of course you are not,” I responded, “Have you reached menarche, that is have you had a monthly flow?”
“Yes sir, it started just before Christmas break, when I woke up there was blood all over my sheets! I thought I was going to die, so I started crying. The older girls all started laughing, pushing me around, and then the floor mother came and took me to the bath, helped me clean myself, and after she got me a pad and a belt.
“When did you last begin and finish?”
“I finished last week, Sir.”