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Doctor Jenny
1. Be Patient
It was a fine, brisk morning early in September when I cast my glance at the old clinic of my neighborhood. Once a staple for the locals, it had been taken over by the University, for I live in a bustling university town of middle England. My secretary had made an appointment for me, which I was reluctant to attend, sure to last much of the day.
As I stepped into the small waiting area, I couldn’t help but reflect on how much everything had changed. The dingy interior one would expect from the impressive, red-brick Victorian exterior had been renovated completely. Gone were the typical, utilitarian furnishings of a clinic run by His Majesty’s N.H.S. The walls had been painted a soothing shade of blue, with the antique benches replaced with chairs of a pattern influenced mainly by colors of navy and cream white. Even the magazines on the coffee table looked fresh, and untouched.
Reluctantly, I meandered my way to the counter and was greeted by a young woman with brown hair and plenty of smiles. She seemed fit, of good construction, and, were it not for the stylish dress she was wearing, I’d have thought she was a doctor.
Her eyes met mine briefly, before darting away shyly. She looked to be around twenty years old with her hair tied neatly in a ponytail.
“Hey,” I said, trying to strike up a conversation, “I have an appointment for today. Name’s Aloysius Jones, but you can call me Al.”
At this she giggled a bit. “Oh, curse my parents for naming me after some silly storybook doll.”
But after this amusement subsided in the girl, she proceeded to explain that this was her very first day on the job, and that she only assisted the real “Doctor” of this place, an elderly man — a professor — named “Doctor Johnson.” “Our clinic is brand new,” she said with a blush, “and I’m just doing my practicum in medicine with this rather eccentric guy.” When she said the word “guy,” I thought she might have some French in her, but I didn’t inquire more.
As she spoke and told me the doctor would be in shortly my eyes kept being drawn to the flash of her teeth. “Man,” I said to myself, “this woman sure has a great smile.”
While my mind started drifting into this daze, it was then that there suddenly bursa escort came a knock on the door. Jumping from her chair to get it, as if dazed herself, the girl almost ran to the door to usher in an elderly gentleman. This elderly gentleman, she proceeded to introduce us, was “Doctor Johnson.” He was imposing, tall, with frizzled grey hair, but nonetheless with a broad smile that caught my attention almost as much as the girl’s fine teeth. “Nice to make your acquaintance,” he said, throwing forth his hand for a shake.
And so I listened to the doctor make an eager ‘salesman-like’ spiel, that seemed more fitting of an American than a Brit. While he did so, I reflected, “Well, these are the times!”
And he went on, and continued, and drifted in pleasantries, while my mind drifted in other directions, with worries and concerns. For while he was bragging about this new teaching clinic of his, his beautiful young assistant stood by his side, demurely present as if she would assist him in an examination. For my part, while I fancied the girl, I did not want this to occur!
Then, as if on cue, he brought up the subject, leaving me more than a little red in the face. “Have you spoken with my assistant, Jenny,” this sage physician nudged, “for she has been chosen for you specifically from the information on your file. We felt that she’d be ideal for you, from the students of our program, to help you learn and adjust to the features of our clinic.” At this, I looked at Jenny, who was blushing red as a beet, while I thought to myself that my humiliation would follow, for who wants to be examined by a gorgeous woman like her, especially among us of the masculine gender!
Nevertheless, I said to myself “let be what must be” as I walked with the man and his ‘girl’ to his room.
***
When we reach the examination room together I was struck by its size, its intimacy, and its charm and its ‘new-room’ smell. “If this is where I must be exposed,” so I justified to myself, “at least I shall do so with class and with style.” Yet features of the room captured my attention, which, for a man like me, just didn’t seem right.
First, the room seemed rather feminine, of blue and of cream, not of traditional, manly colors, çanakkale escort yet this I put down as a sign of the times, as men of these days are not as they once were. But, second, and of even greater significance, instead of a bench the room had a great chair. Moreover, to one side of the room there was a table adorned with instruments not quite right, at least ones I did not recognize from prior medical care. Topping this off were brochures on the table, publicity shots for very fine English lasses, of which one at the end featured the face of this goddess, this goddess beside me, the young student “Jenny.”
***
“Our clinic is like no other,” the doctor quickly informed me as I made a motion to secure one of the brochures on the table. Before I could read it, the doctor explained, “While institutions of our lot typically focus on medical knowledge, our clinic is quite different for we strive to teach compassion, understanding, and empathy in the courses we offer.” At this to my surprise, indeed to my utter amazement, the vision of womanhood, the grace that was beside me, this young student, named Jenny, hopped onto the chair.
I looked at Jenny, and Jenny looked at me, and my red became her red as the situation became clear: it was not me but was she to be sitting this ‘examination.’
***
With this, I was passed a clipboard and the doctor said we’d get started. When he said this, I couldn’t help but watch Jenny’s legs nervously dance in the air, for the chair that she sat in was too high for her minuscule frame.
The doctor then started up again, upon my look of amazement, obviously registering that I did not know how to proceed.
“Of course your participation in this is entirely voluntary, should this method of ours be too new for your liking, yet I assure you we are the best teaching hospital that there is.” Taking a second look at Jenny, I decided to concur.
So, with my consent to this ‘tour,’ this strange ‘induction’ session, the doctor said that he would “start me off,” confirming that this was Jenny’s very first day.
“Theoretically,” he went on, “this new program we’re launching, should have students like Jenny able to examine themselves, able to learn as they teach in çankırı escort this synergy of education, but, as she is new, this can’t be done yet.”
“Now Jenny,” the good doctor went on, “remember this is critical. Do tell us about yourself and what you do.”
“Um, my name is Jennifer —, and I’m 21 years old. Currently I’m enrolled as a second-year student at Palmer College, as you know, um, hoping to practice medicine eventually. Um, I come from a small family with no siblings, have never taken prescription medication. And, furthermore,” here she seemed to add with pride, “I’m not currently seeing anyone romantically and have not been sexually active.”
The doctor interrupted, “Jenny, you must be honest for these sessions to work. Remember, you need to relate to the patient. As we both know, you’ve been taking birth control — I wrote the prescription myself. Additionally, I find it hard to believe that a young girl like you has not been sexually active, at least to the extent of self-stimulation. You must be honest as a patient if you expect honesty from your patients.
And so, Jennifer admitted to the prescription, before humming and hawing through details of her practice for those moments in which no man could be found.
“Oh yeah,” the doctor then said, as if forgetting about something. “And there’s that speech for the tour!”
Thus, Jenny stood up and, trying not to stumble over her words, said:
“Hello Mr. Aloysius Jones! Welcome to Palmer College Teaching Hospital, where we take pride in being the only hospital where students learn by being model patients. My name is Jennifer, and I will be your tour guide for today.”
Here she paused.
“As I undergo this complete physical examination, um, please know that I am 100% committed to serving you.”
Here she paused again.
“Feel free to ask any questions you may have; no query is too personal. We believe in hands-on learning, so don’t be shy!”
And here she paused even longer:
“At Palmer College Clinic, we are yours to explore!”
When she finished her speech she looked as if she could hardly breath, her cheeks were flushed and her head clearly racing.
—
Author’s Note:
– The name ‘Jenny’ nods to the classic of this MedFet genre, “Penny’s Anatomy Class,” by Nghtarcher (2002), originally shared as “Female Anatomy Class” (1996–).
– “Aloysius” comes from the name of Lord Sebastian Flyte’s teddy bear in Evelyn Waugh’s novel Brideshead Revisited (1945).
– Dedicated to my favorite British tour guide, H.L.
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