My Job: Fix Mom's Bestie

My name was William Johnson, and I was a gynecologist at a tertiary hospital.

One day, I was sitting in my office seeing patients when my mother's close friend, Audrey Lawson, suddenly came to see me. She suspected she was going through early menopause and wanted me to prescribe her some medication.

Early menopause? Her?

I glanced at the pair of round, full melons on Ms. Lawson's chest. They had to be at least a 38F, right?

She was nearly 40 years old, yet her chest was still full and perky. She was probably still getting plenty of attention from men.

Judging by how seductive and sexy she was, how could she be going through early menopause?

I pushed up my glasses and asked her about her symptoms.

Ms. Lawson vaguely said she had looked them up on the Internet and that what she read matched early menopause. She told me not to ask too many questions and just prescribe the medication.

After hearing Ms. Lawson's words, four words suddenly popped into my head—"All boobs, no brain".

I seriously wondered if the nutrients for her brain had gone into her chest. How could she believe all the nonsense that she read online?

I smiled and explained that as doctors, we couldn't prescribe medication without fully understanding the patient's situation.

"Ms. Lawson, tell me what symptoms you're having, and I'll help you figure out if it's early menopause."

I looked down at Ms. Lawson. When our eyes met, she became flustered, and her face turned red.

"Liam, I-I…"

Seeing that she was hesitating and at a loss for words, I became curious and gave her a look, encouraging her to keep going.

Ms. Lawson's face turned even redder, and she couldn't meet my eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then said in a small voice, "It's just… It's dry down there. When it's time to do it, it's dry and painful. It takes forever to get wet…"

I froze for a moment, not quite processing it. I asked Ms. Lawson where exactly she meant.

Ms. Lawson snapped her head up at me. When she realized I didn't understand, she got anxious. Her face flushed further, and she let out an exasperated noise.

She stomped her foot and said it was that place.

It took me a while to finally understand what she was talking about. "Oh…"

The reason it took me so long to get it was that I had been distracted by those round, full melons on her chest.

When she stomped her foot just now, perhaps the motion was too exaggerated, or her collar was cut too low, but those half-exposed melons nearly popped right out.

That fleeting glimpse of fleshy pink made me so nervous that I nearly forgot to breathe.

Luckily, I was wearing a loose white coat over my clothes. Otherwise, if Ms. Lawson had spotted the big tent pitching in my pants, that would have been awkward.

I licked my lips and fixed my gaze on Ms. Lawson. I smiled as I said, "Ms. Lawson, your description is too vague. I can't tell for sure whether it's early menopause…

"How about this? Go behind the curtain, and I'll use some instruments to examine you and find out what the problem is.

"Oh. Remember to take off your pants," I said.

When she heard that she had to take off her clothes, Ms. Lawson blushed hard. Embarrassed, she asked, "Liam… d-do I really have to take off my clothes?"

I wore a serious expression as I replied, "Ms. Lawson, don't feel embarrassed. I'm a professional doctor. In my eyes, patients have no gender and are neither beautiful nor ugly."

Noticing Ms. Lawson's hesitation, I softened my tone, worried I might push too hard and scare her off.

"Well, if you're not ready yet, I can check your heartbeat and pulse first."

Ms. Lawson let out a relieved sigh immediately after hearing she wasn't required to undress yet.

I picked up my stethoscope and walked over to her.

"Should I lie down?" she asked.

"Yes, you can."

I looked away from her neckline, and once she lay down, I pretended to place the stethoscope on her chest.