Wrong doctor

The doctor just stood at the door, looking at the naked, flushed woman on her hands and knees on the table.

"Dr - Dr. Stevens." Lauren started. "I'm so glad you could finally make it."

"Just what exactly is going on in here?" asked the doctor, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"I - Dr. Stevens... could you please remove the thermometer first?"

"Dr. Stevens is in room 1. Always been. I am Dr. Kaufman." said the woman in a serious tone, pointing at the name tag on her coat. "And this..." she pointed at a tall, bald, middle-aged man in casual clothes appearing behind her. "... is my 7:30." A huge grin crept to the man's face once he saw Lauren.

"Eeeek!" screeched Lauren, covering her titties with an arm. Though, that didn't make her position any more decent. As much as she would have wanted to run behind the curtain - or crawl in a hole and die - she dared not get off the table with a thermometer still up her little anus. She could feel her face and chest flush as she averted her gaze. What was going on? If it wasn't 'her' doctor, then who was she? And why did Courtney bring her here?

"And that..." the doctor pointed at Lauren's behind, "... is most definitely NOT a thermometer."

Lauren's eyes widened in shock. She immediately turned her head back to see what was in her ass. At that moment she cursed herself for not doing so earlier. She almost fell off the table from what she saw there. It really was not a thermometer.

No.

It was a bouquet of flowers...

... sticking out of her boney arse.

No wonder they were looking at her so strangely. She was kneeling naked with a flower up her ass. It took a while till it dawned on her that she had been set up... She cursed Courtney for playing such a cruel 'joke' on her. She reached back and pulled on the flower. It came out with a plop. It was artificial and about two fingers thick. No wonder she felt it being bigger than a thermometer...

"I - I - I..." she couldn't even find the words. As soon as she was off the table, she covered her naked body with her hands and just stared at the two strangers. A woman seething with anger, and a man amused by the events.

"Listen, I don't care what kind of game you and the doctor are playing," started the woman irritated, "but this is where we work. The moment you involve me here, it's sexual harassment." She led the man into the room but didn't close the door. "God, are you even legal?" she looked Lauren's tiny frame up. "No, I don't even want to know." Lauren could see sparks coming out of her eyes.

"But - But..."

"I don't want to hear anything else. Just, get the hell out of my room." she said, and Lauren felt her voice sending shivers down her spine. "I'll deal with Dr. Stevens later."

She nervously looked around for something to cover herself with. Not that she hadn't done that before. About a hundred times already. "I - My gown..." she muttered.

"Get out! Or. I. Call. The police."

That did it. Without a second thought, Lauren was scampering towards the door with her arms crossed in front of her.

"Take your 'plaything' with you." said the doctor. Lauren looked up and saw her pointing at the flower on the table. With a whimper, she went back to the table and retrieved the bouquet. It wasn't even pretty... As she left the room, she could feel the man checking her every aspects behind her hands. The moment she was outside, the doctor slammed the door shut behind her with "What a freak..."

Lauren was in the waiting room.

Totally naked, apart from a bouquet of flower in her hand.

She glanced around nervously, and to her shock she saw that the waiting room was no longer empty. Only four adults and a kid were there, but that was five more people she didn't want to see her naked. Of course the moment she appeared, all eyes were set on her. But nobody really gave a damn about her. They were among the first people to see the sexy Lauren in her birthday suit, and they didn't care. As humiliating as her situation was, she would have expected to see hunger in the men's eyes. Anything, that showed they were interested in her body. But nothing. Except the kid. He spoke his mind immediately.

"Look, mommy! That lady is naked." he pointed at her. Lauren wished the ground could just swallow her whole.

"Yes, she is naked. But she is not a 'lady'. She is just a girl, like your sister."

"Oh, yeah, because she doesn't have big girl boobs yet." corrected himself the kid. Yep... Swallow her whole. Any time now...

Most of them tried to act casual, but she could see them glancing at her. One of the patients was a woman in her early 20s. She had a wide sneer and refused to take her eyes off of Lauren. Despite the kid and his mother talking, Lauren's underdeveloped body didn't fool her. To older ones or men, she may have looked like a kid, but to a woman her age, it was obvious Lauren was an adult. An adult with an embarrassingly small body. And a wealthy one at that, considering her impeccable hair and make-up. And the utter humiliation on her face after the kid's words made it even clearer. She was obviously a 'damsel in distress'. Which made the scene all the more hilarious to her. Hilarious enough to snap a few pictures of, from behind her magazine.

Lauren saw her eyeing her body, and couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind. She tried inching her way to room 1, while covering her naked body as well as she could. Despite the kid, most people didn't pay much attention to her. Not much, but still more than she would have wished. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had had a body she was more happy with. Not that of a... of a flat little girl...

"Ah, there you are!" echoed Sara's voice through the waiting room. "Were you bothering the nice doctor?" she walked up to Lauren, with that smug look on her face. "And what happened to your gown?"

My gown? My gown?! she thought. You ASSHOLE took my gown! She wanted to scream. She wanted to explode. But as she glanced around at the people watching her, she stopped. She really wasn't in any position to make a scene. Not in her current attire, or lack thereof. She just stood there, looking up at the taller receptionist with watery eyes. Her surrender was complete, Sara assessed with a smirk.

"Ah, you brought me a flower?" she took it from Lauren's hand. "You really shouldn't have. Now, let's go back to the nice nurse." she deliberately grabbed Lauren's hand off her chest and started leading her to room 1. As slowly as was humanly possible.

Lauren just followed her obediently. She wanted to get into her room, to her clothes, before tearing these two women apart. Something, she would relish soon. Very soon.

Sara opened the door and led Lauren into room 1. "Here she is."

Finally Lauren was away from the little crowd of patients leering at her tiny frame. In the safety of the room, the moment she saw Courtney standing there, her blood boiled. She pulled her hand free of Sara defiantly.

"Why did you run away, honey?" cooed Courtney crouching down in front of her. "I told you 'we' would be back in 'the room' soon with the nice doctor."

Lauren was so ready to give the two bitches a piece of her mind. Or more. She opened her mouth to scream at Courtney, when she noticed her glancing to the corner of the room with a wicked smile. She followed her gaze and noticed that there was someone else in the room. She was caught off guard. She just stood there mouth agape, looking at a man in white coat. Dr. Stevens... is a man?