Nurses Association of Knowledge, Education and Demonstration
Part 2: The Checklist
“Are you
sure he’ll be back?” Lyndsey asked Marcy. It had already been about six minutes, and as she spun in a circle on her chair, she was becoming doubtful.
“Absolutely positive. Mrs. Masters told me this would happen. And don’t forget, we can’t be easy on him today. If we want everything to go according to plan in the future, we have to
‘exert dominance’.”
“It’s
assert dominance, dumbass,” Eva laughed. “Mrs. Masters said ‘assert’, not ‘exert’.”
“Whatever. It means the same thing,” Marcy shrugged.
A few seconds later, as Marcy predicted, the doorknob turned, and the door to room 202 slowly opened. The four girls gazed toward Seth as he entered.
“Uh… hi. I, um… reconsidered.”
“We know,” Marcy replied, taking the lead. “You told us that. So why did you come back?”
“No.” The boy sighed, closing the door behind him. “I mean, I reconsidered reconsidering.”
“What?” Clementine acted, feigning confusion.
“I mean, I’m in. I need to do this club for the rest of the year, so I guess I’ll do the stupid assessment thingy.” Seth walked toward the patient bed. “But don’t tell anyone.”
“Of course we wouldn’t!” Marcy gasped. “We are professional young nurses-to-be! We have a code of ethics!”
Seth wasn’t really listening. He kept thinking how four girls who were years younger than him were going to see him naked. He suddenly worried about his body. Would they like what they saw? Would he get excited with them looking at him? How embarrassing would that be?
“Alright mister, how are you in bed?”
“What!?” Seth said, snapping out of his thoughts and turning his head toward Marcy.
“I said…
‘alright mister… how about you hop on the bed?’” she stated more slowly.
“Uh… right.” Seth felt like he was in a dream. He pushed himself up and sat on the crinkly paper. Marcy was standing near him. Clementine, Eva and Lyndsey were still all in their office chairs, but they wheeled themselves closer so that they were a few feet from Seth as well. Lyndsey handed Marcy a clipboard and pen.
“Alright, let’s start with some basic questions. We’ll have to get through this quick, since we’re working under a tight schedule now, and you probably want us to tell Mrs. Masters we got through everything, correct?”
“Yes please.”
“Alright, let’s start with your full name and date of birth.”
“Seth Zinck, May 16.”
Marcy raised her eyebrows. “Do you have no middle name, and no year of birth?”
“Uh…” Seth didn’t like his middle name. “Fine… Seth Alvaro Zinck. May 16, 2006.”
“Got it,” Marcy said, scribbling away. “Please answer fully from now on. I’ll remind you, we don’t have time for partial answers. Can you tell me the year it is today, and your location?”
“What? Seriously?”
“We’re checking your cognition,” Clementine interrupted shortly, “We really don’t have time to explain–“
“It’s 2023 and I’m in room 202 at West Beach High School.” Seth was beginning to worry he was questioning too much, and they might not finish in time. Better to just get everything done quickly, he supposed.
“Perfect,” Marcy said as she checked a box. “Height and weight?”
“I think I’m five foot eleven
[180cm], and about 140 pounds
[63.5kg].”
Marcy scribbled some more, then looked up at him. “Brown hair, brown eyes,” she noted quietly. “Okay, let’s get your shirt off please.”
Seth hesitated for only a second, then reminded himself that he had to do this. He peeled his light-blue crew neck t-shirt up his torso and off his body. He initially set it messily on his left, but Eva quickly picked it up and folded it, draping it over the arm of her chair.
“Caucasian?” Marcy asked.
“Um, what?”
“You’re white,” Marcy said, noting on her clipboard. “But you seem tanned.”
“Oh, yeah, my family went south for spring break.”
Marcy didn’t respond as she scribbled some more. Seth wondered what else she had to fill out. Well, the longer it took, the longer he’d have pants on, at least. Marcy looked up. “Signs of muscular development.” She suddenly reached out and caressed Seth’s abs.
“Woah,” Seth said, flinching away from Marcy suddenly. It was involuntary and accidental. Seth had rarely had anyone touch his body in the past. The only exceptions were his girlfriend, and wrestling. And rarely did anyone brush their hand along his abs like Marcy just did.
“Problem?” she asked, with an inquisitive look. Seth shook his head and mumbled an apology.
“I see you have some underarm hair as well. Can you tell me when you began to notice signs of puberty?”
“Uh… are you kidding?” he asked. She didn't respond, so he reiterated, “I’m 17.”
“Okay, so you started noticing signs of puberty at 17…”
“WHAT? No!” Thankfully Seth’s outburst covered up the snorting noise that Lyndsey could not prevent at Marcy’s comment. “I started at… fuck, I don’t know. 11 or 12-years-old I guess?”
“Oh, my apologies.” Marcy pretended to scribble something out. There were in fact, no questions about puberty other than a single checkbox that noted ‘developmental milestones appear normal’, but she wanted to see how easy it was to embarrass Seth. “What signs of puberty did you notice first?”
Seth tried to remember but this would have been years ago. He figured it didn’t matter if he made something up. “My voice deepening, I guess. And hair on my body.”
“Hair,
where on your body?” Marcy narrowed her eyes but stared right at Seth who was looking at his knees to avoid eye contact.
“Uh… my legs. Armpits. And... down there.” He knew it sounded dumb but didn’t know how to phrase it. He didn’t talk about this often at all, even with his best friends.
“In that order? Did you develop pubic hair last?”
“No!” Seth shouted, again accidentally. “I mean, I probably had it when I was thirteen at the latest. It’s hard to remember.”
“Okay, I understand,” Marcy smiled warmly. “And your first ejaculation was at what age?”
Seth was stunned. Why did he have to answer such personal questions? He opened and closed his mouth twice, but remained unable to answer.
“An ejaculation is when you discharge sperm and semen,” Clementine said from behind Marcy, trying to be helpful.
“I know what it is!” Seth said quickly and suddenly, a little more sharply than intended. “I just… oh fuck it, I guess probably when I was 13 too. Can I just ask why these questions are needed? Can’t you just fake the information, so you don’t have to get so personal?”
All four girls audibly acted as if Seth had just said something completely preposterous. After Marcy gasped, she replied, “That would completely undermine our integrity as future nurses! What if we were on a hospital unit and we took the easy way out, fudging our information because we didn’t want to ask the awkward questions?”
“It could be a life-or-death situation!” added Eva.
Seth could not see how having the age when he first ejaculated incorrect in their notes could mean life-or-death, but as he was not a medical professional, he decided to just take their word for it.
“You’ll be happy to know that I am finished the questions for now, but we do have to take some measurements. Girls?”
All three girls got up from their chairs, and Clementine produced a flexible measuring tape. Seth was instructed to stand, and the girls began measuring him in various ways. They asked him to stretch his arms straight out to his side as they measured his chest and arm span, then measured circumferences of his head, neck, torso and stomach. As Marcy took notes of each measurements, she would sometimes ask the girls to double check. This had been planned, as the girls were being careful to rest their spare hands on Seth at times. Whenever he gave them a questioning look, they made it look like they were using his body for stability of the measuring tape and getting a more accurate reading.
Seth felt like he was in a surreal state. As the girls measured him, they seemed to be touching him all over. At one point he swore he felt four hands on his body. He lost count of the amount of times they brushed their soft and feminine hands across one of his nipples or traced their nails across his neck. It wasn’t like he was counting anyway. He was far too distracted on keeping
little Seth from swelling up. However, he was fighting a losing battle, and by the time his upper measurements were completed, he realized he was semi-hard.
“Alright,” Marcy said with a final tick on the page before turning it over. “Let’s get the rest of your clothes off and finish the measurements.”
Seth couldn’t say he hadn’t been warned about this, but he still didn’t want it to happen. “I… uh… I think…”
Marcy tried her best not to laugh. The poor boy couldn’t even form sentences. She could tell he wanted to protest so badly, but he probably couldn’t move on from Mrs. Master’s threats of not graduating. Wait until he saw what was in store for the rest of the assessment.
“Did you need help?” Eva asked, and Seth felt her fingers at the back of his waistband. He was wearing black basketball shorts and knew she could too-easily pants him right then and there. He knew it would be better to do it himself, even if he could hardly bring himself to do so.
“No, I got it,” he finally whispered. Closing his eyes tight, he pushed the shorts to the floor in one swift movement and stepped out of them. The girls surrounding him made sure they instantly joined his t-shirt across the arm of the office chair.
Seth stood in tight grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He realized they were slightly tented at the front, but that was barely his own fault. Marcy looked at him expectantly, trying not to stare at his bulge too much just yet. There would be lots of time to see what he had in a minute.
“You have to remove your boxers as well, Seth.”
There was something about her saying his name. Why did she have to remind him that this was him in this situation. It was like she was tethering him to this moment, reminding him that for the first time in his life, he was about to be naked in school. He was about to be naked in front of four ninth-grade girls that he
actually went to school with. It wasn’t like he knew them before today, but for the next two months, he could still see them in the halls. Maybe they even had mutual friends. That would be
beyond humiliating. But he had no choice.
“Seth?”
“I know…” he said quietly. And with a single deep breath in, he pushed his boxers to the floor.
Part 3 - The Inspection
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Author note: The next part should wrap up this initial meeting, but remember, Seth has to do this twice per week for the next two months! I have some ideas, and I'm sure others will come to me. But don't expect this to be nearly as humiliating as it will get for the poor senior
