I sat here in the waiting room over at Muschi for my appointment on my only free day since school started up.
I guess I should rewind a little bit.
Four days ago when we attended our first class on our first day we were greeted by the stunning creature otherwise known as Dr. Riley Braxter as she went through the motions of what we will be doing in class.
All of us had to do some questionnaire. I don't know what the girls answered but I know my answers. Then there was a section of the syllabus where there was a bonus section.
The bonus was for all students who made an appointment at Muschi to undergo some diagnostics test then we will receive a 15% bump in our grade so if we didn't do good on a particular assignment or mid exam or final that 15% will help.
Summer immediately jumped at the opportunity and quickly made an appointment for ALL of us.
The girls had an appointment this morning and I had one this afternoon.
So the girls left this morning together and hadn't returned when I left.
And that leaves us to now. Me sitting in a waiting room waiting for my name to be called.
I just hope it's nothing like when my grandfather told me of his interesting times when he was enlisted in the Army.
Suddenly his story of him telling me the cruelties of the Army when he first went in and the horror of undergoing an STD each time he slept with an if-y girl.
I remembered laughing at the term 'punching the barrel' but now I felt a bead of sweat beginning to form as all sorts of things started to run through my imagination.
Sure times have changed since my grandfather and I'm sure they no longer shove a long ass q-tip down your dick for a viable STD test.
I know that because last time I went for a STD test they just took some blood and a few hours later they notified me that I was good to go.
Hell there were machines at a local pharmacy you could pee in a cup and would do a generic test saying if you need further testing for $15.
But sitting here didn't stop my imagination because I doubt they would be doing an STD and I didn't know what they did to diagnose a guy.
I seriously considered just leaving and telling the girls that I did it and damn the 15%.
Just before I could commit to my idea my name was called.
Looks like I was up.
There was no turning back.
I got up and followed the person as I was led into a room.
Once in the room there was this weird device sitting in the room sort of like a covered wheelchair but without the wheels.
It sort of reminded me of Professor X's flying wheelchair from those old comic books I read when I was younger.....just not flying. And a lot bigger but not by much.
The person opened the not flying chair on the side and after some adjustments I was able to sit down and the person confirmed that I could sit down.
Then the person told me to strip down from waist down so the not flying chair could take samples which would take a couple of hours.
A nurse would be in shortly to draw blood and start the chair. And he even offered me a portable video game so I wouldn't be bored which was very nice.
After the guy left I stripped, sat in the chair, closed the door and waited. With a few minutes the person was back rolling in an old gaming console that I hadn't seen in over a decade but it was a welcomed old friend.
And the person even brought in a bottled water. Which was very nice.
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