Summary
The boy I’ve had a crush on for years just booked an appointment with me.
The problem? I’m a cool, professional urologist-and a woman.
“Tell me about your symptoms,” I said.
His ears were flushed a deep crimson.
“It’s just… I don’t feel anything down there.”
My heart ached for him. He’s only twenty-two. Is he really dysfunctional already?
“Alright, let me perform an examination.”
Wait, what?
This…
Are you actually sick or not?