I'll wait for the guys to get here.

You told your mom that if you were going to be waiting for a few more hours you might as well wait for your teammates to arrive. She was kind of disappointed at not getting any practice in, but you weren't about to happily volunteer to be that practice. The idea of her checking you out had you nervous, because both outcomes seemed like a lose lose situation. You didn't want to pop off like some sort of pervert, and you didn't want to give a bad impression either! The entire thought of needing to impress, but not disgust, your mom had you at a conflicting point in life. Surely she knew your general size already, raising you and all that, so it shouldn't be THAT big of a deal. What made things worse was the reminder that she would also be doing the same thing for the whole football team; and the thought of her comparing you to the rest of the guys took over as your main concern, just in time for Coach Hester to pull the bus up to the clinic doors...

There were surprisingly fewer of your teammates than you expected on the bus, just about 12 of the guys, all of them Super Seniors like yourself, with the rest being the cheer and volleyball girls, including Rose. She came to you immediately and broke the news like it had been all that the bus had talked about on the way there.

"Is it true that your mom is going to be touching all the guy's junk for their physicals? And yours? Isn't that gross?"

"Yeah, it's true. The doctor that usually does our physicals quit out of nowhere, so she was the only option. Is that why there's only the Super Senior football players here?"

"Yes. Coach said that he could only bring them because they're old enough to sign their own waivers. I think they all signed it. The girls started joking about it too. I'm sorry babe, I hope none of the guys does anything dumb. Coach would kick them off the team if they got banned from this place for being a dick to your mom, I'm sure of it!"

"I hope so too. They're all my friends though, so there's no way they'll be assholes about it, right?"

You were all called to line up just as you finished talking. They were going to do all the girls first, then the guys. Further putting off the inevitable...