Yes, the genitals

“Now let's take a look downstairs,” The doctor said in a cheery voice. “If you could just lie back down on the examination table.”

Mitch hesitated for a moment, feeling waves of uneasiness about what was to come. He knew that this was not a routine examination, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of shame that had been building up inside him. He lay back on the table, like she'd instructed. He tryied to relax his body as much as possible.

The doctor started the examination, by pulling back the foreskin on Mitch's penis. He couldn't keep his mind straight, as the embarrassment and discomfort overwhelmed him. Mitch couldn't believe that he was in this situation, exposed and **** in front of a stranger. The doctor continued inspecting his genitals, stopping every now and then to make notes. The examination continued, and Mitch tried to focus on something else, anything else, to distract himself from the uncomfortable situation. He couldn't help but wonder what the doctor was thinking as she examined him.

It was hard to shake the feeling of being exposed and powerless. But nothing prepared him for what happened next. The doctor sddenly let go of him and walked back to her desk, muttering something.

“Is everything alright?” Mitch asked, deciding to cover himself while she was on the other side of the room.

The doctor turned to him with a reassuring smile and said, “Yes, everything looks fine. I just needed to check a few things and take some notes. You can just lie there for a moment longer.”

He watched as the doctor picked up the phone and said, “Hi Rebecca, could you send Nadia in, My measuring tape is gone. Oh, you can tell her to bag the clothes too.”

Mitch couldn't help but feel confused at the doctor's sudden change in demeanour. He wondered why she needed to measure anything or bag his clothes. As he lay there, his mind raced with possibilities. Was there something wrong with his measurements? He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doctor returned to his side.

Mitch's heart rate spiked as the doctor once again moved his hands from his privates.

“You're quite the shy young man, aren't you?” She said it with a smile.

“What does bag the clothes mean?”

“Oh, the nurse has to send your clothes to be tested in the lab.” She answered, “I'm going to approve you for training, although I do just need to comeplte some final assessments, they shouldn't affect the result much now." She smiled at him as she reached back down towards Mitch's junk.

Mitch's mind raced with thoughts of embarrassment, but he tried to push them aside and focus on staying calm. “Is this painful?” the doctor asked as he squeezed and prodded each of Mitch's testicles. Mitch answered with a strained voice,

“No, it's not painful.”

He heard the door open, and in walked a beautiful dark haired nurse. She walked straight over to where the doctor stood over Mitch's naked body and showed her a measuring tape. He clamped his hands over his dick as fast as he could.

“Will this do?” the nurse asked.

“Oh yes, it's just the genitals we need to measure.” The doctor smiled at her as she began to move Mitch's hands away from his dick.

Mitch felt his face flush with embarrassment as the nurse looked down at his exposed genitals. He couldn't believe this was happening to him.

Once his hands were **** to his sided the doctor took a moment and stepped back, quickly scribbled some notes on her clipboard before turning to the nurse and thanking her. Mitch couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious as the nurse's eyes scanned his exposed body with a smile.

“Let's begin,” the doctor said, directing the nurse to Mitch's genitals.

The nurse then proceeded to measure Mitch's penis and testicles while the doctor observed. Mitch felt a mix of embarrassment and discomfort, but tried to remain composed. As the nurse took her measurements, she read them aloud,

"Length, 3.2 inches" She said, letting the doctor scribble down the results on a clipboard. "Head girth, 2.8 inches."

The doctor looked down at the measuring tape in place around Mitch's flaccid dick, then she nodded in agreement.

He had always been self-conscious about his size, but now under the scrutiny of the doctor and the nurse, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

The doctor turned back to him with a smile and said, "Okay Mitch, we're all done here. You can get off the table and go and wait by my desk."

Mitch did as he was told while the doctor and the nurse talked in hushed tones. behind him. Mitch felt a small wave of relief wash over him as he got off the table and made his way to the doctor's desk.

He looked at the pile of his clothes and thought about putting them back on, but the doctor had mentioned they needed to be checked. “ Can I get dressed now?" He said eagerly.

"No, I'm afraid not yet." The doctor replied from her other conversation.

"Do I get a paper gown or something?” Mitch asked, feeling his cheeks blushing , but his thoughts were interrupted by the doctor's next request.

The doctor stepped back behind her desk, making a few more notes on his clipboard. “Oh, Nadia, if you wouldn't mind taking his clothes with you for the lab.”

The lab? Mitch felt a pang of anxiety as the nurse waled over to him. She outstretched her arms and he handed over his clothes.

“No, we don't use gowns in here, not much need for them.” The doctor said

Mitch was struck from his daze, "W-what?" he said, as the nurse looked at him uncomfortably trying to hide his junk.

But the doctor didn't repeat herself, "Oh Nadia, send the parents in, we can get them to sign the paperwork when you bring the sample pots and swabs back,"

Mitch's face turned bright red at the thought of his parents seeing him like this as the nurse left the room with all of his clothes.