Continue your daily life, keep going to school.

She laughed. “Oh most certainly not. You can keep coming to school.”

“But those things, those things you said I had to do…”

“You do them here.”

“You want me to pee and masturbate in class, naked? But…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll call your teachers, and I’ll put it on the announcements that you are to be allowed to do what ever is medically necessary for your health at all times.”

“But…”

“There aren’t gonna be any guys around if that’s what your worrying about. Besides, your penis is about average sized.” She measured it with her fingertips.

“No way! Gimme my clothes, I’m going home.” I tried to get up, but she me down by my penis.

She sighed. “Amanda, get Mr. Doe’s clothing, please.”

Amanda stopped splashing her hands around in my urine sample and got up. “Okay sure.” She went to the back room and brought back my neatly folded up clothes.

I sighed in relief. “Thanks.”

“Put them in the shredder, Amanda.”

“What?! No!”

Amanda dropped the stack of clothing into a machine that made a loud mechanical buzz, and then shreds of fabric flew out the bottom.

Ms. Olivia squeezed my dick in a gesture of reassurance. “This is for your own good, John. We can’t have all our men dying on us or our species will go extinct. It's too far gone for far too many already...” She turned to Amanda. “Get my camera, hon.”

The still pantless nurse’s assistant went over to a desk and opened a drawer, from which she took a digital camera.

“Alright. Amanda, I’m gonna need one photo of his face, and on of his genitals” She didn’t explain why, but Amanda came over and brought the camera up to her face.

“Say… ummm… lesbian!” She grinned at me.

“Uh… lesbian,” I said, and half-heartedly smiled back at the camera. The flash lit, and I was momentarily blinded.

She then brought the camera down to my penis. “Ms. Olivia, can you hold it out for me?” The nurse held the bottom of my penis, half covering the balls. Her pink painted fingernails would be visible in the shot, as would a ring she was wearing. Flash went the camera, and then both the nurse and her assistant were looking at the viewfinder.

“Okay, these look fine,” Ms. Olivia said before putting the camera away. “John, homeroom will be ending soon, so you better get back there immediately. Here…” She reached behind a counter and retrieved my socks and sneakers. “You’ll want these. I see no problem with your wearing shoes and socks, as far as your condition is concerned. Oh, and I’ll call your homeroom teacher and explain to her the situation. I’ve put three 1-liter bottles of spring water in your bag. I want you to make sure you drink an entire bottle each period, and even one before homeroom ends. After second period, come back and I’ll give you more, I don’t want you carrying more than three at a time, you’ll have to share text books I suppose.”