A sample...

Katie is still completely nude. She looks around the room for her clothes, but can't find them. You pretend not to notice and sit back down in your chair.

"Do you need to get a sports physical today, Katie?" You ask her.

"Yes, I do," she replies, "For volleyball."

"Alright then! It seems you need to be tested for ****." You stand up, open a cabinet, (not the one her clothes are in) and take out a urine-sample cup. "I'll need you to pee in this cup for me," you tell her.

"Like... right now?" Katie quetions.

"Yes, if you don't mind," you say, smiling at her reassuringly.

Katie gets off the table, her boobs bouncing as she does. She places the cup down on the floor and squats. She is still for a moment and then begins to piss. She fills the cup halfway, and then stops. She stands up, and a few drops hit the floor.

"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry," she says.

"Don't worry about it," you say as you pick up the cup and wipe the floor with a towel. You put a lid on the cup and mark it with Katie's information. Katie stands off to the side, still completely nude as you enter the rest of her medical information on your computer, stating the results of the "exams" you gave her. "Well, Katie, I think we're finished!" You inform her.

"Ok, great! Thanks so much, Dr. John," Katie says. "But um, I can't seem to find my clothes anywhere."

"Hmm. Well, we might be able to check the front desk!"