Where I grew up, visits to the local doctor were always a bit traditional. He was an older man, respected in our small village, and his methods never really changed over the years. Physical checkups were thorough and it was perfectly normal for him to expect the patient to undress completely for the examination. No one questioned it; that was simply how things were done.

As a child, I didnt think twice about it. But when I got older , around sixteen or so, I started to notice a strange mix of feelings I hadnt known before. There was still that sense of trust and routine, but also a new kind of awareness. I cant say it was unpleasant; on the contrary, it was quietly thrilling in a way I didnt quite understand back then. Looking back now, its fascinating how such an ordinary part of village life could carry that subtle tension between innocence and awakening.

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