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“The nurse will weigh you now.” Derrick felt violated and powerless, as if his body was no longer his own. Feeling the doctor's hands release his body.

The nurse smiled like it was nothing and gestured to the large set of scales. Derrick manoeuvred around the room, stepped on a scale. Suddenly, he felt her hands on his sides as she began to turn him to face her. He covered his crotch with his hands, feeling even more exposed and violated. He couldn't believe how powerless he felt in this situation. All he wanted was to leave and forget this traumatic experience. The nurse seemed oblivious to his discomfort and continued to smile at him while she weighed him and measured his height.

Derrick tried to focus on what the doctor was talking to his parents about, but the nurse was suddenly moving his hands from his crotch, making him feel small or powerless. She had a tape measure in hand.

Derrick tried to speak up, he tried to tell her that they'd already taken the measurements of his private parts, but the words caight in his throat.

He felt embarrassed and ashamed, as if he had done something wrong. He couldn't understand why the nurse was doing this. He wanted to scream at her, to tell her to stop, but he couldn't find the words. All he could do was stand there, feeling helpless and ****. She unfurled the tape measure, placed it along his dick, and began to measure.

The doctor and his parents were still talking, completely unaware of what was happening to him. The nurse's touch felt invasive and violating.

“Actually, I think…” he began. "This might not be necessary…" he said, trying to hide his embarrassment.

The nurse suddenly had hold of his dick when she looked up at his with questioning eyes. “What?” she asked, feeling even more exposed. "I'm just making sure I get an accurate measurement for your medical records. The other doctor may not have time to see you today,"

Finally, she stepped back and recorded the measurements on a clipboard. Derrick let out a sigh of relief as she took a step back, but she wasn't done humiliating him just yet. She began to ask him personal questions about his sexual activity and preferences, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

“How many. sexual partners have you had in the last six months, Derrick?”

Derrick's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he hesitated to answer the nurse's question. He couldn't believe she was asking him such intimate details in front of his parents and the doctor. He mumbled a response, hoping she wouldn't press any further, but she made things worse, “What was that?” she said louder.

“None,” Derrick flushed again.

The nurse continued with more invasive questions. “Have you ever engaged in anal sex as either the reciever or the giver, with either gender?”

“Ever?” Derrick felt violated and exposed, “Yes.”

“Was it was another male or female, or both?”

“Female.” Derrick replied, he saw his mothers shoulders relax a little as if she'd been waiting in anticipation for his answer.

“And how many times do you masturbate in an average week? There are now wrong answers, Derrick.”

He blushed, “I have no idea,” He wondered if this was how all medical exams were, or if he just had the misfortune of encountering a particularly nosy nurse.

The chuckled, “More than once? Less than seven?"

“Yeah,” He said,

“I'll put three."

As the nurse finished taking his measurements, she stepped back and smiled at him again. "All done," she said cheerfully. She then directed him to stand by his parents.