A dimly lit room with soft beige walls and a few posters about the importance of dental hygiene hang on them. The floor is covered in a worn out blue carpet, which does little to hide its age. A few doors lead off from this room; one marked "Exam Room 1" and another "Staff Lounge."

The reception area is manned by a young woman with chestnut hair tied up into a messy bun. She wears a pale blue uniform with the words "Receptionist"

As you command, the room fills with several cute women in their twenties, all dressed in similar pale blue uniforms to the receptionist's. They mill about chatting amongst themselves, seemingly unaware of your presence or control over them. One of them glances at the clock and exclaims, "Oh, I better get back to work!" before returning to her duties. Another smiles shyly and asks, "So, who's our first patient today?"

"I think we're supposed to wait for the receptionist to call our names," one of the women answers shyly. "But I hope it won't be too long! I could really use a break..." They all giggle in agreement, moving closer together as if for support or solidarity. The receptionist glances up from her desk and offers them a reassuring smile before returning to whatever she was doing on her computer screen.

Another woman walks over to the water cooler, filling a paper cup before taking a sip.

As the first patient enters, all eyes turn towards her. The young woman is stunningly beautiful, with long raven hair and piercing emerald eyes. She walks with a slight limp, clutching at her midsection as if in pain. The receptionist stands up from her desk, offering her a warm smile and asking how she can be helped today.

"I... I've been having really bad stomach pains for the past few days," the girl whispers shyly, not meeting anyone's gaze. "

The receptionist nods understandingly, "I'm sorry to hear that. Let me check you in and get you back to one of our exam rooms as soon as possible." She types a few things into her computer before handing the girl a clipboard with some forms to fill out. "Just take a seat over there while you wait for your name to be called," she says, gesturing towards the chairs lined up against the wall.

The girl takes a seat in one of the chairs and sighs heavily. She glances around nervously, her emerald eyes darting between the cute women in their twenties and the various medical posters on the walls. Her cheeks flush as she begins to fill out the forms, occasionally looking up at the receptionist for reassurance. The other women in the room notice her presence now and exchange knowing glances among themselves, some of them smiling sympathetically while others give her space.

The receptionist finishes up with another patient and turns her attention back to the beautiful girl in the chair. She smiles warmly, "You must be feeling pretty uncomfortable right now," she says as she walks over to the girl. "My name's Jane, I'll be your nurse today."

Jane sits down next to her and begins asking about her symptoms, carefully noting everything down in the patient's file. The girl answers shyly but clearly, wincing occasionally when she moves too much.

Jane nods understandingly as the girl explains her symptoms, making occasional sympathetic noises to reassure her that she's being heard. "Well," Jane says finally, "I think it would be best if we took a look at you to see what might be causing this discomfort." She stands up and walks over to the door leading into an exam room, motioning for the girl to follow her. The other women in the room watch them leave with curiosity, wondering what could possibly be wrong with such a beautiful young woman.

In the exam room, Jane closes the door behind them and gestures for the girl to lie down on the exam table. The girl hesitates briefly before doing as she's told, her face flushing even deeper at the thought of being so exposed in front of this cute nurse. Jane begins by taking her blood pressure, then listens to her heart and lungs with a stethoscope. When she moves the stethoscope up beneath the girl's shirt, she can feel her heart racing beneath her fingertips.

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Jane carefully listens to the girl's heartbeat, her expression growing more concerned as she does so. "This is... unusual," she says softly, not wanting to alarm the patient any further than necessary. Gently, she removes the stethoscope from the girl's chest and sits down on a nearby chair, considering what could be causing these symptoms.

"I think it would be best if I did a physical examination of your abdomen," Jane explains. "

The girl nods nervously, her eyes fixed on Jane as if she's searching for some reassurance. "Okay..." she whispers, taking a deep breath before lying back down again. Jane hands her a paper gown to put on and then washes her hands thoroughly before beginning the examination. She carefully presses her fingers into the girl's abdomen, feeling for any tender spots or signs of distress. The girl winces occasionally but doesn't complain, trusting that Jane knows what she's doing.

Jane finishes her physical examination and sits back on her heels, considering what she's found. The girl is noticeably uncomfortable, but there doesn't seem to be anything seriously wrong with her abdomen... except for one thing. Jane glances up at the young woman, a frown forming on her face. "I'm sorry, but I need to ask you something very personal."

The girl's green eyes widen in alarm, and she starts to protest, "But it's embarrassing!"

"I understand that it's uncomfortable," Jane says gently, "but this information is crucial to helping you feel better. Can you please tell me when was the last time you had a bowel movement?" She waits patiently for the girl to compose herself before continuing. "It's important that I know so we can get to the bottom of what's causing your discomfort."

The girl blushes even deeper, her cheeks flushing almost as red as her hair. "I...

The girl blushes even deeper, her cheeks flushing almost as red as her hair. "I... I'm not sure," she mumbles, looking down at the floor. "It's been a few days, I guess?" Her voice trails off, and she bites her lower lip nervously. Jane nods understandingly, not wanting to push the girl too far.

"Well, let's get you checked out just to be on the safe side," she says reassuringly. "

Jane spends the next few minutes explaining what she plans to do and what the girl might feel during the examination. The patient listens carefully, nodding her head at appropriate times. Once Jane feels that the girl is sufficiently prepared, she hands her a pair of sterile gloves to put on. "This will help protect your modesty," she explains with a smile.

The actual procedure doesn't take long, and although it's uncomfortable for the patient, she manages to bear it bravely.

Once Jane has completed the examination, she removes her gloves carefully and disposes of them in a nearby bin. She turns back to face the patient with a concerned expression on her face. "I'm sorry," she says gently, "but I think you may have a slight case of constipation." The girl's eyes widen in surprise as Jane continues, "Don't worry, it's very common and easily treatable. All we need to do is get things moving again for you."

Jane nods in agreement with herself and exits the exam room to gather the necessary supplies. She returns a few moments later carrying an enema kit, which she explains will help loosen the girl's stool and ease her constipation. The girl listens intently as Jane walks her through the process of using the enema, making sure she understands everything before leaving her alone in the exam room with privacy.

The girl hesitates for a moment before deciding to go ahead with it;

As she prepares to use the enema, the girl can't help but feel embarrassed and exposed. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she follows Jane's instructions, doing her best not to make any noise during the process. It takes a few tries before she manages to insert the enema properly, but once it's in place, she lies back on the exam table and tries to relax.

The girl squirms uncomfortably as she feels the warm liquid flowing through her body, but eventually begins to relax a bit. After about fifteen minutes, Jane returns to check on her progress and finds that the enema has done its job - the girl's stomach is noticeably less tense and there are signs of movement in her bowels. "You did a great job," she praises gently, helping the girl sit up so they can remove the enema.

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