Stripped For Florida

Jeremy in Wisconsin

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Jeremy in Wisconsin

A Stripped For Florida Story
by Willie B Florida

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Jeremy was slowly getting used to the Wisconsin dress code. When they’d first arrived from Florida he was absolutely miserable! Even a lightweight shirt and slacks seemed suffocating. Fortunately the chill of autumn was setting in and he was beginning to understand the need for clothing. In South Florida he’d been a happily stripped kid—and by stripped I mean to say that he was completely naked 24/7. No shirt, shorts, socks, or underwear. The most he could ever remember wearing was a hat to keep the sun off.

“I’m really sorry,” his mom had tried to console him. “But this is the only place I could get a paid post-doc position.”

“It’s okay,” Jeremy reassured her. “I’ll get used to it.”

“Wisconsin is different,” his mom had explained before they’d left Florida. They have pretty strict DECENCY laws; not as bad as some places, but compared to what you’re used to—let’s just say you it may be an adjustment.”

“Like what?” He’d asked.

“For starters, you’ll be wearing long pants and shirts with long sleeves and a collar.”

“You mean for school?”

“Um, pretty much everywhere. At home you can wear whatever you want,” she hastened to assure him, “or nothing. I love my naked boy, I really do.”

Jeremy grinned. He loved being naked, too.

“So, long sleeves, long pants,” she continued. “For school you’ll need lace up shoes and socks. For swimming boys wear what they call jammers, they’re tight fitting but come down to your knees. And that’s the clothes part.”

“There’s more?” Jeremy had heard about clothing rules, but what else could be different?

“Stuff like boys and girls not being alone without chaperones, and of course, no more cumming in public.”

Jeremy laughed. Florida boys absolutely could and did cum in public, sometimes by choice but lots of times because their parents put them on pills and pulsating cock rings and anal beads and all sorts of other stimulating devices. The reason Jeremy laughed was because his mother hadn’t done any of that to him and he had no interest in jacking off anywhere but in his own bedroom.

But now he was confused. It started at his doctor’s check up. His mother had always come to his pediatrician appointments, of course. It was no big deal. His doctor back home was actually a Nurse Practitioner at a busy practice. They’d sit in the waiting room with babies and toddlers and the occasional teenager. The assistant nurse who’d come get them from the waiting room had been seeing him since he was born. Same with the NP. She’d tap his knees, listen to his heart, ask him to breathe in and out, give him whatever vaccines were due. The only awkward moment was when she’d give his mom this look and say, shall I check for hernia? He didn’t know what the big deal was. After all, he was a Florida stripped kid. His mom would nod and the nurse would ask him to cough while she felt under his testicles.

But here it was different. They’d just moved to Wisconsin. Jeremy was getting adjusted to a new school, new apartment, new teachers, new friends, new weather, and the crazy new concept of clothes. He didn’t know anyone at the clinic, but he didn’t really see how much different a medical appointment could be.

“Jeremy, the school says you need forms filled out for a physical. My co-worker recommended Shoreview Family Practice and it’s covered on the university’s health insurance.”

“Okay,” Jeremy nodded complacently.

“The only thing is, they say now that you’re twelve you can come in on your own.” His mother sounded unsure.

“Sure,” Jeremy shrugged. “No biggie.”

“Are you sure, honey?”

“I mean, unless you want to come. It’s fine either way.”

“Okay.” His mom seem reassured that he wasn’t the one pushing her out of his life. “Do you want to try it and see how it goes?”

“Yeah, sure.”

So he’d walked across campus from their apartment in family housing, found the medical plaza and located the Shoreview Family Practice building. He had hesitated before the double glass doors, taken an deep breath and walked in. Inside it looked familiarly medical. There was the sliding glass window at the other end of the waiting room. He knew what to do.

“I’m Jeremy Jones. I have an appointment with Dr. Williams.”

“Good afternoon, Jeremy,” replied a friendly voice on the other side of the glass. She slid it open wider and handed him a clipboard. “We’ve filled out all the information based on what was supplied to us online. Just make sure everything looks correct. You can have a seat and I’ll let the Doctor know you are here.”

Jeremy sat in one of the bright orange chairs and looked at the neatly printed documents. They looked fine to him.

“Jeremy?” A nurse in blue and pink scrubs was standing in one of the inner doorways.

Jeremy got up and followed her down the hall.

“We’ll be in here today, sweetie,” she told him. “Let’s get your clothes off so we can get your height and weight. Take everything off, including your underwear, and put everything in this basket.” She pulled a plastic basket out from under the exam table and set it on a chair. She stood expectantly and Jeremy realized she expected him to get undressed now.

Oh well, he certainly wasn’t shy about being naked. He just hadn’t expected it now that he was getting used to the new Wisconsin rules. He took off his shoes and socks, slipped off his slacks and the new underwear that he was still getting used to wearing. Finally he unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and slipped his undershirt over his head. He stuffed everything into the basket and stood waiting for instructions.

“Right,” the assistant smiled. “Let’s get your height and weight.” She led him down the hallway, had him stand on a scale, lowered the measuring rod onto the top of his head and marked everything down. As they were walking back a naked boy of seven or eight was being led to the scale by another nurse. On the one hand this seemed entirely normal to a boy raised in Florida, but Jeremy had been given serious warning by his parents to follow the Wisconsin rules—but exactly what were those rules?

They got back to the exam room and the nurse patted the paper covering on the exam table.

“Dr. Williams will be right with you,” she told him. “You can lie down and wait.”

Lie down? Jeremy didn’t see the point in that, but he did climb up onto the table and wait patiently for the doctor.

He didn’t have to wait long. A woman in a white coat, stethoscope around her neck, walked in and greeted Jeremy with the confident, no nonsense attitude of a doctor who’d run her own practice for twenty years.

“Jeremy, nice to meet you. You look like a healthy young man, so let’s check those vitals and get you out of here.” She turned to the sink and washed her hands thoroughly and efficiently, dried them and squirted some gel into one hand. She turned and with her other hand firmly pushed Jeremy down onto the table.

“Just swing your legs up, that’s it. You know what’s coming, so just lie down and relax.”

Jeremy did not know what was coming, especially when he felt a line of cool gel run up the length of his flaccid penis. He gasped in surprise.

“I’m sorry, I know the gel can feel a bit cold, but it’ll warm up here in a few seconds.” Indeed, as soon as the line of gel was applied, Dr. Williams grasped his member with her other hand, the one that was coated in the gel. With surprisingly competent moves Dr. Williams had him hard in record time and jacked him quickly to orgasm. Within a minute Jeremy was bucking his hips on the table and shooting semen into the air. Dr. Williams quickly applied the cold metal end of the stethoscope to his chest and listened to his heart and lungs. She moved the stethoscope from one position to the other, still jacking his hardened penis with her other hand.

Finally she slowed down, simply holding his erection, and then released him.

“You are in excellent health, Jeremy. That’s a good heart and a fine set of lungs. I just need to check your abdomen. That’s it, hands at your sides.” With Jeremy still lying flat on the table she palpated his abdomen, checking his organs and intestines. She quickly ran her hands down his legs, checked his feet and indicated that he could sit up. “Here’s a tissue if you need it, and you can get yourself dressed. Just take this clipboard to the check out desk and they’ll give you the blue form you can turn in to your school. It was a pleasure meeting you and I’ll see you the next time.”

With that Dr. Williams strode out of the room. Jeremy sat for a moment trying to get his wits about him. In spite of living in Florida as a naked boy he’d never cum in public and nobody else had ever jacked him off. “Oh well,” he thought. “This isn’t really public, and it felt fine.” Actually now that he was getting over the sudden surprise of it, he felt pretty good.

He jumped off the table, pulled on the still unfamiliar garments, took a moment to squirm around in all the cloth and walked to the front desk. They took the clipboard and gave him a blue form folded into an envelope and bid him good-bye.

He walked outside and headed for home. Yes, he felt sexy and alive. Good heart and lungs, the doctor had said. Maybe once you hit puberty they had to check those vitals right after a cum, he wondered? After all, this was his first physical exam since he had started shooting the “real stuff” as he thought of it. And it had felt good to be a normal naked boy, even if it was only for a short time.

By the time his mom got home later that evening he was finishing up his homework for the next day and hungry for dinner.

“Any trouble finding the clinic?” she asked.

“No, it’s right on the other side of campus, just where you said it would be.”

“Good. Did you meet the doctor? Everything okay?”

“Of course I met the doctor,” Jeremy giggled. “Yeah, I got the form for school and they said they’d see me next time, whenever that is.” He showed his mom the envelope with the blue form.

“Well, I guess if you don’t get sick, that will be in a year from now.”

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Jeremy felt sick. His throat stung when he swallowed and he felt achy all over. Not wanting to miss class he struggled through the period until Miss Partridge sent him to the nurse’s office.

“You’re not able to pay a bit of attention, Jeremy. Go to the nurse’s office. They’ll take care of you and get your mom to come pick you up.”

His lame protests were easily overridden.

“I’m sure there’s some cute girl on duty,” Miss Partridge insisted. The class tittered. Jeremy had no idea what was going on and didn’t feel well enough to care.

The same receptionist managed both attendance and the nurse’s office.

“Sign in, please. You can wait in the room on the far left. Do you have a fever?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You might as well undress, then.” Jeremy looked blank. “Suit yourself; you can wait until they take your temperature if you want, but it’s easier if you’re all ready.”

Jeremy went down the hallway and entered the last room. There was a narrow bed and a small stainless steel unit with drawers and a few supplies on the top. The large bottle with the pump dispenser looked similar to the one he’d seen at Dr. Williams’ clinic.

“Here, let me just get a reading off your ear.” The nurse bustled into the room and aimed a small unit at Jeremy. “You don’t have a fever. Get your clothes off. I’ll get someone in here to take care of you while Ms. Reddy at the desk calls your mom.”

Jeremy looked confused.

“You know the drill. Come on, don’t mess around. I’ve got a clinic full of sick kids here and you’re not the only boy that needs taken care of. Jenny?” The nurse yelled down the hall. “I’ve got a boy in here needs your attention. She’s fine, honey. I know you wish I could do it, but she’s already gotten a bit of practice in. Your mom will be here soon.”

A girl entered the small room. She wore a long skirt peeking out beneath a white lab coat and looked a bit nervous.

“Oh, Jeremy. From band, you know?”

Jeremy looked more carefully and realized she was a flute player. He played clarinet. “You’re in eighth grade?” he asked.

“Yeah!” She seemed happy that he recognized her. “Anyway, you need to undress. I mean how else am I supposed to...” She let out a high-pitched laugh. “I’m volunteering at the clinic on Wednesdays and Thursdays, so...tell you what. I’ve got to go help another boy. When I come back you be nice and naked and we can get on with it so you can go home.”

“Naked?” Jeremy ventured.

“Sure. You know. You have to be naked!” She said it as if any fool would understand, so Jeremy simply nodded.

Jenny turned and went back down the hall. She heard his voice as she opened another one of the doors, “Oh, Ben! Let’s get you all taken care of and...” The door closed and he heard no more.

Jeremy pulled off his shoes and socks, unbuttoned his shirt, undid his pants and after a moment of uncertainty shrugged and yanked down his pants and underwear. For a moment he just sat there and felt the relief of air on his skin. It was only when got home each day and stripped down that he realized that he’d been holding his breath all day, as if it were the pores of his skin that took in oxygen and not just his nose and mouth. Well, if they wanted him naked for some reason, who was he to complain.

After about five minutes Jenny returned. She closed the door and took a look at him. “Wow, you’re really tanned! Okay, you’ve got to lie down.” She gestured at the length of the narrow bed and turned and pumped a squirt of gel into her hand. She pulled a small stool from under the bed, sat down and promptly ran a line of gel down Jeremy’s penis. She took his quickly hardening penis and hesitantly pulled her fist down the length of the shaft, then pulled up. She didn’t have the confident grasp that Dr. Williams used to quickly bring him off, but her hand was unbelievably soft and her face showed more interest.

“I’m really new at this,” she apologized. “I hope I’m not hurting you.”

“Oh, no!” Jeremy was quick to reassure her. “It feels really good.”

“I’m glad. I just started at the beginning of the school year.”

Jeremy wasn’t sure what she had just started, jacking off boys? Why would she tell him that? But it was true, it felt really good, so he shut up and let her go about her business. Besides, he wasn’t feeling well and it was nice to just lie back and let someone else do all the work.

Jenny may have been a novice, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. Plus the gel provided plenty of lubricant. Jeremy was surprised at how quickly he’d gotten hard, being sick and all. On the other hand, no girl his age–well any girl at all, unless you counted old Dr. Williams–had ever done anything nearly this sexy with him. The feelings became too intense for thought and Jeremy drifted into pure sensual experience. His erection grew longer than he’d ever imagined it could and he shot upwards while Jenny continued to pump him as hard as ever. He grasped for breath and wanted to tell her to stop, but couldn’t get the words out. When he thought she would never quit pumping his overstimulated penis she paused, holding his shaft and let him regain normal breathing. His heart was pumping so hard he wondered if he was having a stroke.

“Nice,” Jenny said.

“Thank you,” Jeremy said, not sure what he was supposed to do next.

“I’ll check if your mom is on her way. You can get dressed now.”

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Jeremy sat in the front seat, feeling drowsy from an odd combination of satisfaction and exhaustion.

“You don’t look good,” his mother observed. “You look really flushed.”

Jeremy blushed redder and opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated. His mother filled the pause.

“I’m calling to get you in at the clinic. Your throat stings when you swallow, right?”

Jeremy nodded.

“I’m worried you have strep.” His mom kept driving while she punched Shoreview Clinic in on speed dial.

“Yes, my son might have strep. I’m hoping you can squeeze him in today?”

After hanging up she turned sharply down a side street and they headed south. “Okay, Jeremy. You can rest for a few minutes until we get there. They said we may have to wait, but they’ll take a look at you as soon as possible.”

The waiting room was much more crowded than the day Jeremy had come in on his own. After signing in they had to wait a bit. Just when his mom was about to head to the restroom an nurse called for them and led them to one of the treatment rooms. Two naked boys were waiting at the scale while a girl was getting weighed. Jeremy could hear what he thought was the unmistakable sound of a boy climaxing in one of the exam rooms. His mom gave him a questioning look and he just shrugged. In the exam room the nurse pulled a fresh sheet of paper over the exam table and put a basket in front of Jeremy.

“You know the drill, sport. Strip down. Clothes in the basket. We’ll get someone in here as soon as possible, but everyone and their cousin seems to be sick today. It could be a wait.”

The assistant left the room. “Did you have to do that before?” his mom asked, “I mean strip down?”

“Yeah, I thought it had to do with checking my heart,” Jeremy replied, “but now I’m not so sure.”

“Weird. Look, I’ve really got to pee. You don’t mind waiting by yourself for a few minutes, do you?”

Jeremy shook his head and his mom headed down the hallway. It seemed like only a few minutes before another nurse came in.

“Still dressed, honey? Gotta strip down. Dr. Williams is super busy today so I’ll be taking care of you. Then she’ll come look at your throat.” The nurse looked at him expectantly and Jeremy realized she was waiting for him to undress. For the second time that day he pulled off his shoes and socks, undid the buttons on his shirt, unsnapped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. “Just lie down, honey. I’ll have you done before you know it.” She smiled kindly at him and turned and pumped a squirt of gel into her hand.

Oh my, here we go again, Jeremy thought.

Indeed, the nurse turned around, gave him a gentle nudge to lie down and ran a line of gel down his dick before he could even settle himself on the table. She grasped his dick and pumped him up and down slowly a few times. Feeling the blood pour into his erection she upped the tempo and Jeremy could feel his impending orgasm.

“Oh my God! What are you doing to my son?” His mother’s voice was a shriek.

“Getting him off, what does it look like I’m doing?”

“I’m worried he has strep; that’s why we’re here, not for...”

“As soon as he shoots we’ll get a throat culture.” The nurse responded impatiently.

“You’re doing that to get a throat culture?” his mother spluttered.

But the nurse didn’t hesitate for a moment in her task, with the result that seconds later Jeremy was shooting pearly white cum straight into the air. The nurse kept pumping him, just like Jenny had done at the nurse’s office at school and his mom kept screaming at the nurse. With the intensity of the orgasm and the continued masturbation Jeremy couldn’t focus on a word his mom was saying. Finally the nurse paused, still grasping his erection and suddenly the conversation snapped back into clarity.

“...didn’t give anyone permission,” his mother was yelling.

“Look here, miss,” the nurse responded, “I am doing my job. If you didn’t want your son to get taken care of you should have signed the opt out form, but I don’t see anything here that says you did.”

“You can’t just do this!”

“Why don’t you go discuss it with the front desk.” The nurse was trying to stay professional. “Its a super busy day in here; we squeezed him in the best we could and he’s getting the same care we give to every boy. The Doctor will be in momentarily. Buck up, sport,” she addressed Jeremy. “You’ll feel better soon.”

Jeremy smiled weakly at her and lay back on the table.

“What in the world?” his mom said as soon as the nurse left. “I go to the restroom and come back to find you’re being molested!”

“It isn’t exactly molesting, mom,” Jeremy began.

“What? Masturbating my son to orgasm! What do you call it?”

At that moment Dr. Williams bustled into the room, all business. “I’m sorry to see you back so soon, Jeremy. What’s going on? Sore throat?”

“Yes,” his mother put in. “I’m worried he might have strep, but now I’m equally concerned about...did you know that your nurse just molested my son?”

Dr. Williams stopped washing her hands and turned completely around. “Excuse me. Did you say molesting?”

“Yes. I went down the hall to use the restroom and when I returned your nurse was, in her own words, ‘getting him off.’ Two seconds later my son is shooting sperm all over the room.”

“Hmm. He’s a healthy boy, you should be glad,” Dr. Williams responded, returning to washing her hands. “Let’s take a look at his throat. We’ll send out for a throat culture to make sure if it is strep or not. There’s a bit of it going around so I’d recommend antibiotics. The consequences of a strep infection can be serious.”

“That’s why I brought him in,” his mother said coldly. “Not so some lady on your staff could get her jollies with my son’s dick.”

“Mrs. Jones.” The doctor turned and faced my mom. “I don’t have time for an extended conversation on this today, but you seem to be having some issues. If you don’t want your son taken care of, ask for a form at the front desk on your way out. They’ll be happy to explain to you how you can opt out, although at this age your son’s already had years and years of being taken care of. It’s a little bit like closing the barn door after the cows have gotten out, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

Jeremy had lost track of the conversation, except to note that his mother still looked upset and that Dr. Williams seemed quite calm about the whole thing.

“Barn door?” his mother quizzed. “Cows?”

“Open wide,” Dr. Williams instructed Jeremy. She held his tongue down with one of those popsickle stick thingies and shone a light down his throat. “Very red, but no white patches. We’ll get a culture, but I suspect it isn’t strep.”

“What do you mean, years and years of being taken care of? You don’t think I take care of my son?”

“I’ve got two more minutes and then I’ve got to see another patient. I’m sure you saw the waiting room. We’re really swamped today. Here’s what I’ve got to say: whether you take care of your boy or not is your business. But we’re required to get every boy off when he comes to see us. We do it quickly and professionally; but we also care that the boy feels taken care of. Jeremy, did I or anyone on my staff hurt you? Did it feel good?”

Jeremy nodded.

“You can ask him yourself when you get home,” Dr. Williams continued. “Honestly, in my experience there’s not much you can do in that department to make a boy miserable. They like being taken care of. Now, if you’ll excuse me, take this clipboard to the front. Make sure they call in a prescription to your pharmacy and that you start him on it this evening. Our staff will call you with the lab results either way, and I’ll see you next time.” She gave Jeremy a smile and strode out of the room.

“Okay, get dressed, Jeremy,” his mother instructed him. “I want to talk to the front desk.”

Jeremy pulled the fabric back onto his body, fastened up all the annoying little clips and snaps and buttons and laces and followed his mother to the check out desk. She handed the lady behind the counter the clipboard.

“Dr. Williams said I could opt out my son,” she stated.

“Mrs?” The woman looked at the clipboard, “Jones?”

“Yes.”

“My name is Marcia. I’ll be happy to help with anything I can, but what is it you want?”

“I want to sign a form to get my son opted out of...” His mother seemed unsure of what to call it.

“We have a lot of different opt out choices, Mrs. Jones,” the woman replied. “If you could explain a little more it would be really helpful. Is it an insurance issue? Vaccines? Do you need a religious exemption?”

“Mom,” Jeremy interjected.

“Just a minute, son. I want to get to the bottom of this first.”

“But, Mom . . . “

“I could page Dr. Williams to see what she wanted you to do,” the woman behind the desk offered, “but she’s terribly busy today.”

“Can we talk about this first,” Jeremy interrupted.

“What is it, Jeremy!” His mother was getting testy.

“Can we just find out what’s going on before we opt out of it? What if its something good?” He blurted out.

“Good?” Jeremy’s mom stood staring at her son as if he’d grown two heads.

“I mean...maybe? It could be.”

“You mean you liked getting off in there, is that what you’re saying?”

“I just want to know what it is,” Jeremy insisted.

“Maybe you can explain something.” His mother turned to face the lady behind the desk. “I go to use the restroom and when I get back the Doctor is jacking my son off and he’s shooting cum straight up into the air and she tells me that if I have a problem with it I should have opted out long ago. Does that help explain my predicament?”

“Oh, sure. You don’t want your son taken care of any more?”

“Taken care of. Is that what you call it?”

“Yes, Mrs. Jones,” Marcia replied. “Is that what you’ve been asking about opting out of?”

“Yes, that’s it. I want to opt out of my son getting...”

“Mom!” Jeremy interrupted. “Can you just ask her what it is first?”

His mother looked irritated but turned to Marcia and repeated the question.

“He’s either had this done for him hundreds of times or you’re new to the state,” the woman said.

“Yes, we just moved here from Florida and as far as I know this is the first time this has been done for him.”

Jeremy cleared his throat but said nothing.

“Ah, I see. It’s none of my business, really, but coming from Florida...I mean, from what I’ve heard about Florida...I thought kids in Florida were all stripped and...it really isn’t any of my business. Is that why you moved to Wisconsin. Is Florida really weird?”

“Weird? No! Whatever gave you that idea. In Florida my son was stripped—yes, that means he was naked all the time—but nobody ever gave him a hand job, leastways his doctor.”

“I see, naked all the time. Well in Wisconsin boys are not naked all the time. But its not that we are not concerned about their needs. At every medical visit boys get ‘taken care of’ as we call it, from when they’re born until they turn 18. I don’t know if you can really call it a ‘hand job’ when the kid’s two years old, but by the time they’re Jeremy’s age, well, as you can see for yourself it’s a different thing.”

“Every medical appointment?” Jeremy’s mother seemed stunned.

“Yes, that is correct. Unless the child has a fever or an emergency that would contraindicate the treatment.”

“The treatment.”

“Yes,” Marcia confirmed, “getting taken care of.”

“Getting taken care of.” Jeremy’s mother stated. “At every medical appointment.”

“Yes. But you can opt out if you like. You’d have to fill out a separate form for the school district. That’s under a different jurisdiction.”

“The school district?”

“Nurse’s offices, you know, at school,” the lady clarified.

“Well if what you are saying is true,” Jeremy’s mother declared, “then Jeremy must have been ‘taken care of’ before today.”

“That’s probably true,” the lady replied.

“Well,” his mother asked the boy, “have you?”

Jeremy nodded his head sheepishly.

“Here?” his mother asked.

“And at school, today,” he said meekly.

“So, three times, including today?”

Jeremy nodded.

“And you didn’t want me to opt you out?”

“I didn’t know what it was until just now.”

“You didn’t know you were being masturbated, son?”

Jeremy blushed. “No, I mean, yes. Of course, I knew I was being...Mom! What I meant is I didn’t know why! I didn’t know it was a Wisconsin thing.”

His mother stared at him.

“You know, like being stripped is a Florida thing? I guess this is a Wisconsin thing.”

“What about girls?” His mom challenged the woman behind the desk.

“Girls?”

“Does anyone take care of them?”

“Oh, no, that wouldn’t be right. We have DECENCY laws you know.”

“I see.”

“A girl at school helped me this morning,” Jeremy put in.

“What! This gets worse by the minute,” his mother exclaimed.

“I thought you were upset that it was adults, Mom.”

“No adult would be allowed to touch you in Florida without my explicit permission, Jeremy.”

“But another kid could. You wouldn’t even have to know about it.”

“If you were both stripped,” his mother confirmed.

“So, if a girl helped me at school...”

“How did this happen?” His mother challenged.

“At the nurse’s office. She was working there, so they sent her in to do it, I guess since every boy gets it every time.”

“Anyway, how do I opt out of this?” His mother asked the clerk.

“No, mom! If this is a Wisconsin thing then I think we should just get used to it.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’d just love to ‘get used to it’ wouldn’t you?”

“Boys do like it,” Marcia mused.

Jeremy nodded. “I’m okay with it. I am, Mom, it’s not a problem.”

“Could you just tell me what type of appointments are included in this bizarre practice of helping boys?”

“Sure,” Marcia responded helpfully, “let’s see. Appointments with your Doctor, Nurse Practitioner, Chiropractor, Physical Therapy, Therapeutic Massage, and of course the school Nurse’s office. I think that covers it. There might be a few more–oh, of course, the Dentist.”

“Dentist?”

“Yeah, my son’s dentist just strips him as soon as he arrives and does the whole procedure and then let’s him get dressed. She helps him once at the beginning and once at the end, I guess as a kind of reward for being so good.”

“And this girl at school?”

“If I could explain,” Marcia continued, “since you’re new here. Unlike what I hear about Florida—correct me if I’m wrong—here in Wisconsin only professionals help boys, that’s why it’s done at medical appointments. Girls and boys who are going into the medical field learn how to take care of boys as part of their healthcare education. They get credit for it, you know.”

“That’s it, Mom,” Jeremy added triumphantly, “she got credit for it.”

“Isn’t that convenient,” his mother responded sardonically.

“So, can we go home now,” Jeremy prodded.

“I guess we won’t opt out for now,” his mother agreed.

Jeremy grinned.

“You know, I have half a mind to put you on the pills when we get home. You know, I brought some from Florida, just in case. They make him hard for 24 hours,” she stage whispered to the desk lady. “I might even make him ‘help himself’ a few times before supper.”

“Okay, you two take care,” the desk clerk smiled. “I’ll see you next time, Jeremy.”

(End of File)