Let Mrs. Hart Decide Who Goes First.

“I will let Nurse Hart decide as she is doing the evaluation this time.” I replied. I noticed a few more hands went up now that Mrs. Hart was doing it and a few like the goth girl in the back put her hand down since I was not the one doing it.

“I believe Ms. Wilde had her hand up first.” Nurse Hart said with a little shrug as she put her hand up and pointed to the ginger haired girl on the front row girl who held her hand up shyly.”

“Are you sure Mrs. Wilde? Please come down” I asked being a little surprised.

“I guess but will I still get any bonus points if she does it but you are still watching?” She replied as she chewed her plump lower lip. She was overly eager to please it seemed even if it meant a little embarrassment but she was smart.

“Of course cutie. Why don't you come on up and get undressed.” I smiled. She got up and walked around then to the front.

Cassandra put on a brave face as she got up and came over and began to unbutton her blouse but I could tell she was a little nervous as she moved slowly and avoided looking at me directly. Her green eyes meeting mine for a second making her blush as she gave me a smile. She removed her blazer, folded it and slowly undid the buttons on her dress blouse revealing a cute pink and lavender embroidered bra. Full handfuls of pert handfuls inside the cups sat high on her chest, her skin pale with soft freckles. Her petite body had a softness to it that was quite appealing with breasts that were fairly large for her small stature. The room was silent except for the rustling of fabric and female students whispering. Her full bust jostling in her bra as she pulled off her blouse.

Her skirt was next and she unzipped it with a quick motion, letting it drop to her ankles. She stepped out of it with surprising grace, leaving her in just her underwear and thigh high socks. Her panties were a matching set to her bra and her flat stomach had a little pink bow right above her hips. Her underwear was a touch sexier then I would have imagined telling me she may not be as good as the image she projected outwardly or she may just want to feel sexy even if she didn't want others to know it. She was a sight to behold, a young and fresh beauty standing in front of us all. She had a nice full buttocks with her hips being slightly wider then her bust and more even with her slender shoulders, and full thick thighs. Her body had a natural softness to the skin like soft dough as she had a little thickness to her but she wasn't what I would call plump.

“Socks too?” She asked as she leaned over to undo her shoes. As she looked up at me her full breasts hung in her brassier looking as if they might fall out before she covered her chest and held them shyly.

“You can leave them on for now because the floor is cold.” I smiled

I said. Admiring her ass and the fullness of it sticking out behind her as she unfastened her shoes. I watched her cheeks shift as she moved from one shoe and then the other. Her full breasts hanging beneath jiggled subtly in her brassier. She had the kind of legs that looked like they belonged on a soccer player or gymnast, being thick in the calves and thighs being short yet toned and shapely, but she lacked any clear muscle definition and her skin had a softness to it that made me just want to squeeze her. Over all I would call her cuddly. The kind of girl would want to snuggle up to on a cold night.

“Full Name?” I asked picking up the clip board.

“Cassandra Melody Wilde,” she replied, her voice soft yet clear as she brushed her ginger hair back over her ear. She hugged her arms around her body if a little cold or maybe shy about doing it now that she was half naked in front of the class.

I smiled looking her over as I glanced up from the clip board. “Month and day of birth?”

“August twenty forth,” she answered, her tone steady as she tucked a stray strand of her ginger hair behind her ear.

“A Virgo and you just turned eighteen then. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” She smiled.

I continued, “Hair ginger, eyes green, are those your natural colors?”

“Yes,” she said, blinking once before meeting my gaze again. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, the warm brown catching the light as she shifted slightly in her seat.

“Ethnicity. Caucasian, possibly Celtic Irish in origin.” I smiled. Many of her features looked northern European. “Any piercings, tattoos, birthmarks?" I said, walking around her and looking her over carefully.

"No, just my ears" she replied, brushing her hair back to reveal simple studs in each lobe.

"Any other distinguishing features?" I asked, completing my visual examination.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said, pointing to her knee. "I have a small heart-shaped birthmark here."
She leaned over to point to it. Indeed, there was a faint, pinkish mark in the rough shape just above her left kneecap.

As I straightened up, I noticed a thin, pale line on her lower abdomen, about two inches long and slightly curved. "What's this?" I asked, pointing at the scar with the tip of my pen.

"That's from my appendix removal years ago," she explained, her fingers briefly touching the area.

I nodded, moving closer to examine it. I gently ran my fingertips over her belly, feeling the slightly raised texture of the scar tissue. The line was neat and well-healed, barely visible against her smooth, tanned skin. "It's healed nicely," I commented, noting how it blended almost seamlessly with her natural skin tone. I made a quick note on my clipboard, jotting down "appendectomy scar, well-healed" in the margins.

“Okay Nurse Hart if you like to take over now. And I will write for you” I smiled and nodded at her.

“Of course.” Mrs. Hart came over.

“Start with her over all appearance, grooming, her posture, stance, and body proportions. Tell me everything you see.” I said instructing the nurse. She started by running her fingers through the girls hair feeling her hair texture. "Your hair is well-maintained and evenly textured with a hint of coconut." she commented and I checked the box and jotted down a note.

"Now, please stand straight and still," Nurse Hart instructed. Nurse Hart moved behind Cassie, placing her hands gently at the base of her skull. With smooth motion she ran her fingers down along Tiffany's spine. Her hands glided steadily over the length of her back, following the natural curve from neck to lower back until she stopped just above the tailbone at the back of her panties

"Your spine is straight, no sign of spinal problems." Nurse Hart remarked as she stepped back slightly. "And you have nice, smooth skin," she added casually, her tone professional but pleasant as she ran her hand over her back.

"Thanks." Cassie blushed, her cheeks turning a soft pink. She shifted slightly, clearly unused to such attention.

She placed her hands on Cassie's shoulders as she stepped back. "Even shoulder stance and good body posture.” She said and I agreed making a note in the chart.

"Raise your arms," Nurse Hart asked. Tiffany raised her arms as instructed, revealing the soft, pale skin of her underarms. The nurse ran a finger up under either side causing her to giggle, the touch light and quick. "Shaved underarms," she said, and I made a note in the clipboard. The skin was smooth, without any razor burn or irritation, suggesting recent and frequent grooming.

She ran her hands down either side of Cassie's torso over her ribs do to her waist. “No visible rib issues. A short small torso and narrow waist.” She said, moving her hands down to her hips as she let her fingers run over her body. "Her hips are slightly wider proportioned then her torso." Mrs. Hart said as she held her hands on either side of Cassie's ass and ran her eyes up and down her body.

"Is that bad?" Tiffany asked, a hint of self-consciousness creeping into her voice.

“Just means you have a lower center of gravity.” I shrugged. Her wider hips were a classic feature for childbearing, a shape that's been admired throughout history. The pronounced curve from her waist to her hips gave her a distinctly womanly silhouette. At eighteen, she had only been an adult for a few months but her body was already displaying a maturity beyond her years.

Nurse Hart walked to the side taking in her profile and ran her hand on her tummy. “Smooth belly. Slightly smaller breasts then her fuller buttocks by still large for her petite size.” She said in a slightly sultry tone noticing the body disproportions. Her eyes traced the curve from Cassandra's breasts to her buttocks, taking in the silhouette from the side and admiring every detail.

Mrs. Hart walked around Cassie, her eyes taking in every curve. She cupped Tiffany's breasts through the bra, the purple and lavender lace intricate against her skin. She gave them a gentle lift and a little tap on the undersides. "Evenly proportioned breasts and very firm. I wish mine were this pert," she remarked making Cassie blush. The soft tissue had only a subtle bounce as she released them and I made a note about their firmness. “Sparse freckling on the chest.” She said letting her fingers run across Cassie's chest as if running her fingers across a star map.

"Thanks," Tiffany blushed, the color spreading across her cheeks and down her neck.

“Short legs.” Nurse Hart said as she leaned over running her hand down her thigh. Her thighs were thick but not muscular, tapering down to slender calves and delicate ankles. Mrs. Hart fingers pressing lightly into the skin as her fingers made slight indentations showing the softness of Cassie's skin.

"Well groomed, with no sign of hair." she added, noting the complete absence of body hair on Cassie's legs. I wondered how well groomed as I looked at her panty covered crotch. I didn't see any signs of hairs peeking out so she was at least well trimmed.

“Any piercings we can't see?” I asked just to be sure as my pen hovered over the clip board.

"No," Cassie shook her head blushing, her long ginger hair swaying with the movement.

Okay walk for me across the room to the wall and come back so we can examine your gait." I said and pointed with my pen towards the far wall.

"Okay." Cassie nodded, her voice soft but steady. She turned smoothly on her heel, her long brunette hair swaying gently behind her. Her hips shifted naturally with the movement, and the curve of her waist was accentuated as she straightened her posture.

"What are you looking for?" Nurse Hart asked as she leaned over to me. Her lips were close to my ear as her breath was hot on my neck when she whispered. the closeness of her presence making the question feel more intimate than it was. I caught the subtle scent of her perfume as her breasts brushed against my arm.

I kept my voice low as I explained, "Symmetry in her gait, posture of her stance as any slouching in her shoulders could be an issue with her balance. Step length and stride as a slow stride could mean issues given her young age. We're checking the fluidity of her buttocks, thighs and calves movements. Balance and stability of her hips as they sway, arm swing, foot placement to rule out limping from pain or nerve damage. You are looking for signs of Parkinson's Disease, Multiple Sclerosis, Cerebellar Ataxia, Osteoarthritis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Stroke."

Her long legs moved fluidly, each step deliberate yet graceful. The muscles in her thighs flexed subtly with each stride, tapering down to toned calves and delicate ankles. Her hips swayed gently with every step, drawing attention to the fullness of her bottom as it shifted under the snug fabric of her panties.

"Plus how her buttocks looks, her hips, sway and her breasts bounce." My eyes followed Cassie as she walked across the room with a natural rhythm. Mrs. Hart gave me a playful smile as she pursed her lips at my last comment.

Her breasts moved nicely with each step as she walked toward us now, held by the purple and lavender lace bra as they jiggled. Her shoulders stayed relaxed but upright, and there was a confidence in how she carried herself despite being under observation by the entire class.

"Next, Mrs. Hart will put you through a series of movements to test your balance, coordination, and flexibility starting with your shoulders," I said.

Mrs. Hart turned to Cassie and instructed, "Please raise your arms at your side slowly and bring them up over your head to touch your hands together palm to palm."

Tiffany began to lift her arms. As they rose, her slender frame was emphasized, showcasing her lean physique. The motion caused her breasts to lift slightly as her back arched. The lace of her bra stretching to accommodate the movement, revealing a hint of her pale areolas peeking out from behind the delicate fabric. I walked around to look at her spine from the side admiring the way her back arched making her tits thrust upward and her ass to round out.

"Okay, put your arms to your side and twist your waist so we can see the mobility of your spine," Nurse Hart instructed, gesturing with her hands to demonstrate the motion without physically performing it.

Cassie followed the instructions, extending her arms out to her sides. She twisted her slender waist, pointing one arm forward and one arm behind her. Her petite frame allowed for a smooth, fluid twist. As she rotated, the purple and lavender lace of her bra stretched slightly, accentuating the curve of her breasts. Her long ginger hair swayed with the movement, brushing against her bare shoulders

"Next your hips. Reach down and touch your toes." Miss Hart put her through the paces, watching carefully as Cassie bent over. As she folded forward, her breasts hung in the cups of her brassiere, the lace straining slightly under the shift in position. Her buttocks stuck out behind her, the curve accentuated by the bend. Cassie displayed fair flexibility, being able to touch her toes without any apparent strain or discomfort but she seemed to be putting effort into the stretch and there was a slight wobble in her balance. She might need more exercise to increased her flexibility.

This was followed by a standing leg raise. Mrs. Hart instructed, "Put your hands on my shoulders and raise your leg to the side." Cassie complied, lifting her leg. I noticed she had a low degree of range, her leg extending to what was expected but not much beyond.

"Now squat down and hold it," Nurse Hart instructed. Tiffany lowered herself into a squat, the motion causing her already wide hips to swell visibly. Her buttocks expanded, filling out as she held the position. Even her plump thighs became more defined, the muscles engaging to maintain the squat. Her body was made for child bearing I thought to myself as she showed no trouble with the pose. Over all she was meant more for breeding children then being a pleasure toy like many in her classmates. Her high intelligence meant the possibility of producing and raising intelligent children through nature and nurture which would appeal to many wealthy clients though I would suggest additional schooling for her due to her grades which would raise her value.

As I observed the examination over all, I couldn't help but think how this part of the exam could be sped up by doing the girls in small groups of a half dozen or less. The efficiency of group assessments could streamline the process while still allowing for thorough evaluation of flexibility and range of motion.

“You can stand up.” I smiled making some notes.

“What's next?” Mrs. Hart asked as she looked over.