Jenn begins disrobing

Connor adjusted the tablet in his hands and offered Jenn a polite smile. “Okay, before the doctor comes in, I just need to run through some quick intake questions.”

Jenn nodded, she figured it was now that she should start stripping down. It’s not like she had a choice in the matter at this point.

“First off, are you taking any medications?” Connor asked, eyes on the screen.

“Just a daily vitamin,” Jenn replied. “And sometimes ibuprofen for headaches.”

Jenn untucked her blouse and began unbuttoning the shirt. With each button her pale skin was illuminated by the glaring florescent light above. It wasn’t long until her white cotton bra was exposed.

“Any allergies to medications?”

“No.”

Jenn placed her shirt on the examination table. She began folding it before realizing the effort was meaningless. With her back turned to Connor, she slipped off her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans. Her jeans normally hugged her hips and highlighted her sculpted ass, but were now the only thing standing between her and mooning her daughter’s male friend.

He tapped quickly on the tablet. “Great. Do you have any family history of skin cancer?”

Jenn hesitated, her throat tightening slightly. “My aunt had a melanoma removed a few years ago. She’s fine now, but… it runs in the family, I guess.”

Jenn unzipped her jeans and, with a deep breath, she began pushing them down her legs. In a moment, Jenn found herself standing in only her white cotton bra and her unmatched black cotton panties. She stepped out of her jeans and placed them with her blouse.

She didn’t want to turn back to Connor. She couldn’t bear to face him in her state of undress. Connor had been to her home many times, to study or hangout with Samantha. Jenn always had a sense of power of Connor, but in her current **** state, that power had left her.

“Thanks for mentioning that family history. It signals to us that we need to take an extra careful look.” Connor nodded, his tone still neutral. “How about sun exposure? Do you spend a lot of time outdoors?”

Jenn figured she could just put the gown on while facing away from Connor. Sure he was getting a look at her panty clad ass, but that was not that different from a swimsuit, or so Jenn convinced herself.

“I used to. Not as much lately. But I burned pretty often when I was a teenager.” Jenn explained as she picked up the flimsy paper gown.

“Okay, that’s good to know.” Connor noted this on his tablet. “Any spots on your skin you’re especially concerned about?”

Jenn paused. Her fingers played with the paper gown. If she pressed to heavily on the gown, she was worried that she might tear it.

“There’s one on my lower back. It’s hard for me to see.” Jenn specified. “That’s the one my doctor mentioned checking.”

“Got it,” Connor said, tapping a note. He reached for the blood pressure cuff on the counter. “Last thing before the doctor comes in, I need your vitals. We’ll start with blood pressure.”

Connor stepped toward Jenn with the blood pressure cuff in his hand. He stood close to Jenn, she could feel his breath on her bare skin. With his other hand, Connor pushed the paper gown down and out of Jenn’s grip.

“It’s actually easier if get your blood pressure before we put the gown on.” Connor noted. “Please face me.”

Jenn felt her pulse jump. She nodded and turned towards Connor. Standing practically bare before him, Connor looked her in the eyes and smirked. Jenn could tell that he was enjoying this, even if he wanted to maintain a level of professionalism. Jenn extended her arm, trying to keep her breathing steady as Connor wrapped the cuff around her sleeve. The Velcro ripped loudly in the small room, making her flinch.

“Relax your arm,” Connor said gently. “It’ll just take a second.”

She exhaled slowly, the pressure tightening against her arm as the machine hummed. The numbers blinked on the small screen.

“120 over 82,” Connor read off. “That’s solid.”

He unfastened the cuff and typed the result into his tablet. “All right. That’s everything I need before the doctor comes in. They’ll be ready for your full skin check soon.”

Jenn nodded, her mouth dry. The words “full skin check” echoed in her head. She looked down at the folded gown on the examination table, her pulse still running fast.

Connor gave her a reassuring smile before stepping out of the room, and Jenn tried not to show the swirl of nerves tightening in her stomach. She now stood wearing only her underwear in a bright and cold room, awaiting her fate.