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Chapter 3: Student Registration
“Miss Martin, so nice to see you again.” The principal greeted her.
Melissa took a seat, “Thank you for helping me out with this ridiculous situation Miss Adams. What is it we need to do right now?”
“Well we need to get some demographic information from you for our records and for insurance purposes. If you could please fill this form out with your vital information that would be a good first step.” She handed Melissa a form titled Student registration information.
“This looks like the student data form. Why am I filling this out?”
Principal Adams said, “Our insurance covers employees of the school system like teachers and bus drivers and the students. Parents have to sign waivers to ride the bus. But one of our provisions is that Parents can’t ride the bus more than 5 times per semester. I talked to the prosecutor and the school board about this and after reviewing the policy, we determined that we can simply sign you up as a special student and place you in the registry. Therefore, you are a student and covered by insurance because you are registered. It sounds silly but it does fit within the rules. And as you love to say, we need to know the rules and follow them.”
Melissa was not happy to have her words thrown back at her. But it seemed that they had found a way to twist the system to help her out with this problem.
Melissa filled in her name address and other pertinent contact data. The form asked what previous grade school Melissa had attended and she wrote down this school’s name since she had attended here herself. It asked for a relative living with her and she put her daughter’s name in the space provided. Melissa signed the form at the bottom.
The principal then asked her to come with her and they walked out of the office. The entered the nurse’s office down the hall and the Principal handed a form to the nurse. “Miss Martin, the nurse will check your basic health and fill out the state required forms and we should be done.”
Melissa turned to the nurse.
The nurse asked Melissa several health history questions and filled in several pages of data. She then asked Melissa to please disrobe and put on a gown which she provided.
“Why should I have to disrobe?” Melissa stared at the nurse.
“Melissa, the state requires me to provide a full health exam to new students and according to the principal, I am filling in those forms for you. One of the things I have to do is check your body for rashes, ringworm, lice and other similar problems. I am a professional and I have no intention of signing the forms unless I do the inspection. Now, off with your clothes, young lady.
Melissa disrobed down to her bra and panties and put on the gown.
“Melissa, please step onto the scale.” The nurse continued through the tasks and soon had all the information necessary. After taking her temperature, she took a swab of the inside of Melissa’s mouth and placed it in a glass vial. Melissa asked what it was for and the nurse indicated it was required by the state and was used in case DNA was required to find or identify any students.
The nurse now started talking to Melissa in a motherly, adult to child tone, “Melissa, I need you to slip the gown off along with your underwear and sit on the table” The nurse began to help her take off the gown.
Melissa pulled away. “Why do I have to take off my underwear?”
The nurse had slipped into her dominant mothering personality, “Honey, I have to look everywhere and some of the problems I am looking for are often hidden under our underwear. Do you understand?”
“Of course I understand. This just seems ridiculous.”
“Well, we have to get this done. So let me help you.”
“NO!!” Melissa pulled away. “I can do it myself.”
The nurse smiled and shook her head. “Of course you can honey.”
Melissa slipped her underwear down to her ankles and put it with her other clothes. She faced away from the nurse and unbuckled her bra. Melissa was fighting not to cry. She never took her clothes off for anyone. Hell, she had worn a bra to bed when she first got married. She pulled the gown up to her neck and climbed up onto the table.
The nurse examined Melissa’s hair, face and neck. She looked at her back and had her lay face down on the table. Finally, she said, “We’re almost done honey. I need you to turn over on your back so I can examine your front.”
Melissa struggled to turn over and keep the gown against her body.
The nurse began at her feet and worked her way up her legs. As she proceeded, she moved the gown up. She asked Melissa to spread her legs a little and Melissa complied. The gown was in a ball on Melissa’s chest and stomach.
The nurse looked her in the eyes. “Melissa, honey, I’m almost done. Let me get this done and you can get dressed. Remember, I’m a nurse and I’ve seen it all. I can keep a secret.”
The nurse worked the gown out of Melissa’s hands. A tear flowed from her left eye and she held her eyes closed. Melissa had virtually no breast development. Her areola were larger and her nipples stood out when excited. But she was barely an AA in the bust department. She had some growth when she got pregnant. But it all disappeared quickly thereafter.
The nurse was taken aback my Melissa’s lack of breast development. She realized that all of Melissa’s chest was in the bra. Melissa had her eyes closed and the nurse looked down at the small patch of neatly trimmed hair below Melissa’s waist. Her body was surprisingly similar to many of the kids in this grade school.
“Okay honey, I’m done. Go ahead and put your clothes on. You are clean as a whistle.”
Melissa dressed quickly and just wanted to get out of the school.
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