A man sat behind a table, in a blue and white, disinfectant-scented room. He readjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said icily, "Take off your clothes and let's have a look."
I looked at him, swallowed my saliva, and pulled up the hem of my top.
He pulled the stool forward and said, "More."
My hands trembled as if I had Parkinson's, lowered my head, and continued to pull up my shirt.
He cleared his throat and said, "More."
To reduce the tension between us, I swiftly took off my shirt and let down my hair. I acted calmly and said, "I trust your expertise in this. I'm not worried. You can treat me however you want."
If I hadn't taken off my shirt, I would have run out of the room to the Nile river and lived with the Lochness Monster for three years before I came back here.
The corner of his mouth twitched, but there was no laughter. After a while, he observed again and there was no amusement on his face.
Every girl knows how high the temperature was underneath the sponges during the summer.
For an A-cup like me, instead of spending money to hide the obvious, I would rather just be free and enjoy the air on my skin. Therefore, I would usually opt for a variety of spaghetti strap sundress or camisoles, in which I would just wear a nipple patch.
It seemed that not only did I look sexy, but I could also make people emotional as well.
It was obvious that the young straight man did not expect the scene in front of him, his face seemed to have said, "What did I do wrong? Why should I endure this despite the good karma I've accumulated up till now from saving lives?“
In the end, he just frowned slightly and hesitantly pointed at it with his fingers. "Does it hurt here? Is it a pain relief patch? Or is it a cartoon sticker?"
The two flowers on my chest were like two dazzling searchlights in the dark night, they brightened the doctor's panic and darkened my bright future.
"This is my undergarment..." I said in a quiet voice.
Our eyes met and the temperature in the room rose by two degrees due to the flush on our cheeks.
"As you can see, I don't need to utilize so much cloth here. I just need to stick it..."
"Get rid of them."
I knew that my breast needed to be squeezed during the examination, that's why I thought that if I stuck on the nipple patches it would help protect my remaining dignity. I didn't expect that the small patches would bring me such a big surprise.
Where would I put them if I took the patches off?
"Can I put it on your table for the time being?" I asked hesitantly.
He took a deep breath as if he had tried his best to absorb his shock back.
"You don't have to ask me."
The two happy sunflowers sat quietly in the sun, they flourished at peace with its surrounding, with this I started my journey in the breast specialist department.
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