Yes.

Mrs. Olivia stuck the middle finger that had recently occupied her assistant's rectum between her lips and turned toward the waiting room, freezing when she saw me among the girls sitting there.

“John? Uh-oh… not you, too?”

“Huh?”

“Almost the entire male population of the school is out sick, haven't you noticed? How are you feeling?”

I suppose I had noticed that, now that she mentioned it. On the bus in that morning I had been the only guy there, and I couldn't recall having seen another male at all that morning. It just hadn't occurred to me anything was amiss, my mind addled by a Monday morning slowness.

“Well come back here and sign in at the computer, we'd better get a look at you... Amanda!”

I left my place among the girls in the waiting room, who had all suddenly found things needing their attention when the nurse had looked in our direction. I came around the counter and sat down at the computer, making a little “oof” sound because of the strange pains in my groin. I shifted around, trying unsuccessfully to find a position that would alleviate my discomfort down there as I typed:

NAME: John Doe DATE: Oct. 12
COMPLAINT: Sore, tightish feeling in crotch AREA:…

Mrs. Olivia came up behind me, reached around my shoulder and typed in the last text field for me:

AREA: Penis/Testicles

She swiveled my chair around so that I faced her, and looked down at my crotch. She reached out and gently stroked the tightening fabric, seemingly in deep concentration. She bit her lip gently.

“Amanda? Are you coming? Sarah can wait in the waiting room.”

The student aide--Amanda--came over, bottomless and holding an enema bag that was currently sending a slow drip of clear liquid into her asshole. Sarah, still completely naked, carrying her own clear enema bag, walked out to the waiting area and sat in the seat I'd left vacant among the other girls. She flipped through some magazine she'd found, apparently completely unconcerned that the plate glass walls of the waiting room made her completely visible to the stream of students entering the building behind her. Nor did she seem particularly mindful of the occasional lustful glances she was receiving from the girls sitting on either side of her.

"Ahem," the nurse exaggeratedly cleared her throat, half-humorously. I snapped my attention back to her, suddenly realizing I'd been staring at the naked girl this whole time, even as Mrs. Olivia had been trying to ask me questions regarding my ailment.