THE HYGIENE PROBLEM - Chapter 6
Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2025 1:52 pm
THE HYGIENE PROBLEM - Chapter 6
Just then Juan was startled by a knock at the door. Nurse Thompson, still standing beside the boy, casually walked over to the door and opened it. A blonde girl stood there, about 15 or 16 years old, her hand pressed against her forehead.
“Oh, hi Nurse Thompson, I have a terrible migraine. Can you help me?” she asked in a whiny voice.
“Sure, hold on a second,” the nurse replied, leaving the door open as he walked back into the room. Juan stood there, naked and crying, his world crumbling around him. He barely registered the nurse rummaging through his cabinets, his mind too foggy with shame to process much else.
The girl at the door peeked in, her eyes widening as she caught sight of the naked boy. A giggle escaped her lips, and Juan's heart sank even further. He was so lost in his own humiliation that he didn't even think to cover himself. It was as if his body had given up, surrendering to this cruel fate.
The girl turned and whispered to an unseen person, motioning with her hand.
“What's taking so long?” another voice chimed in from behind the first girl. A second head popped into view, a young brunette.
Her jaw dropped. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, laughing. “That is so small. That is SO small!” Both girls started to giggle uncontrollably, whispering to each other.
Juan's entire body burned with shame. He wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor and never be seen again, and yet he couldn't look away from the girls, maintaining eye contact the entire time, his face an awful grimace. The nurse, finally finding what he was looking for, walked back to the door and handed the first girl a couple of pills.
“Thank you Nurse Thompson!” she said happily.
Her friend smiled a big smile, revealing her braces, and cheerfully waved at Juan. “Bye, thanks for the show!”
“We’re sorry about your penis!” the first girl added as they turned, excitedly laughing and chattering to each other.
Sofia, giggling, waved goodbye to the girls.
Nurse Thompson closed the door. He returned to Juan, acting as if nothing had happened.
“Sorry for the interruption, folks. Where were we?” he asked, his tone casual and unconcerned.
Juan stood there, his body trembling, his eyes filled with fresh tears. He felt like a sideshow attraction, a spectacle for others to gawk at and laugh about. The nurse's nonchalance only added to his misery. How could anyone be so cruel, so indifferent to his suffering?
And yet, somehow, things could still get worse.
Just then Juan was startled by a knock at the door. Nurse Thompson, still standing beside the boy, casually walked over to the door and opened it. A blonde girl stood there, about 15 or 16 years old, her hand pressed against her forehead.
“Oh, hi Nurse Thompson, I have a terrible migraine. Can you help me?” she asked in a whiny voice.
“Sure, hold on a second,” the nurse replied, leaving the door open as he walked back into the room. Juan stood there, naked and crying, his world crumbling around him. He barely registered the nurse rummaging through his cabinets, his mind too foggy with shame to process much else.
The girl at the door peeked in, her eyes widening as she caught sight of the naked boy. A giggle escaped her lips, and Juan's heart sank even further. He was so lost in his own humiliation that he didn't even think to cover himself. It was as if his body had given up, surrendering to this cruel fate.
The girl turned and whispered to an unseen person, motioning with her hand.
“What's taking so long?” another voice chimed in from behind the first girl. A second head popped into view, a young brunette.
Her jaw dropped. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, laughing. “That is so small. That is SO small!” Both girls started to giggle uncontrollably, whispering to each other.
Juan's entire body burned with shame. He wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor and never be seen again, and yet he couldn't look away from the girls, maintaining eye contact the entire time, his face an awful grimace. The nurse, finally finding what he was looking for, walked back to the door and handed the first girl a couple of pills.
“Thank you Nurse Thompson!” she said happily.
Her friend smiled a big smile, revealing her braces, and cheerfully waved at Juan. “Bye, thanks for the show!”
“We’re sorry about your penis!” the first girl added as they turned, excitedly laughing and chattering to each other.
Sofia, giggling, waved goodbye to the girls.
Nurse Thompson closed the door. He returned to Juan, acting as if nothing had happened.
“Sorry for the interruption, folks. Where were we?” he asked, his tone casual and unconcerned.
Juan stood there, his body trembling, his eyes filled with fresh tears. He felt like a sideshow attraction, a spectacle for others to gawk at and laugh about. The nurse's nonchalance only added to his misery. How could anyone be so cruel, so indifferent to his suffering?
And yet, somehow, things could still get worse.