Dr. Franklin Tomkins - Jenn's former high school victim

The room was quiet now, only the hum of the fluorescent light above filling the air. Connor had finished his intake questions and stepped out, leaving Jenn alone with her thoughts.

She perched on the edge of the exam table, the paper beneath her crinkling with every shift. Her clothes lay folded neatly on the chair. All that remained was her white bra and a pair of plain black panties.

The gown sat across her lap, untouched. She had meant to slip it on immediately, but nerves had stalled her. Somehow, sitting in her underwear felt less embarrassing than fumbling with the flimsy gown under someone else’s gaze.

She had just reached for it when the door clicked.

Jenn’s head snapped up, her pulse spiking. The door opened, and in stepped the doctor.

He wore a white coat, glasses perched low on his nose, a clipboard in hand. His eyes lifted from the page, and in that instant, they both froze.

“Jenn?” he said, his voice low, touched with surprise.

Her stomach dropped. The face behind the glasses was older, sharper, but unmistakable. Franklin Tomkins.

High school memories collided with the present, as vivid as if she were still standing in the linoleum hallways of Lincoln High. Franklin had been the shy, bookish kid, always carrying a backpack stuffed with extra notebooks, always the first to raise his hand in class. He had been awkward, an easy target.

And Jenn had been cruel.

She could still see herself leaning against a locker with her friends, laughing as Franklin stumbled past with his oversized textbooks. She had called him “Four-Eyes Franklin” more times than she could count, mimicking his nasal voice, exaggerating his stutter when nerves got the better of him. Once, during sophomore year gym class, she had even yanked his pants to the ground as a harmless prank. She didn’t mean to rip his underwear down too, but down they came. The entire class got eyes on Franklin’s exposed dick, which was later nicknamed “Franklin's Little One Eye” by Jenn and her friends.

It had all seemed harmless then, teenage fun, she convinced herself in her adult years, but the guilt had followed her. More than once, she had lain awake at night, wondering if Franklin had carried her taunts with him, if he had ever been able to forgive the way she and others had made him feel small.

And now, here he was.

“Franklin?” The name slipped out before she could stop it. Her hands clutched the paper gown to her chest like a shield.

His mouth curved into something between a polite smile and a smirk. “It’s Dr. Tomkins now.”

Jenn felt her cheeks burn. She scrambled to slip the gown over her shoulders, but her fumbles were prevented by Dr. Tomkins.

“No need for that.” Dr. Tomkins instructed, grabbing the gown out of Jenn’s hands. “It’s a fully body skin check after all. We need to see the full body.”

Jenn could barely look at him. He stood, calm and professional, but she could see the flicker of recognition in his eyes. He remembered. She had no doubt.

Jenn crossed her arms over her chest but was too fidgety to adequately cover her body. Of all the doctors in the city, of all the people she could have encountered today, it had to be Franklin Tomkins.

The boy she once humiliated was now the man in charge of examining her most ****, almost naked, self.