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 ï>¿Dare Me by neverdoubted

   Dare Me - Chapter 15 - Doctor's Orders (Part 3)

   My plan was simple.  I was just going to act like she was already in the
middle of a dare.  You might think me stupid to not expect her to notice me
skipping over something as critically important as the part where she asks
for the dare.  But there were a few things working in my favor which made
me think I could pull it off.

   Her urge had returned last night which meant her mind and body were
already in a daring state.  She was in an unfamiliar, high-stress situation
with other people who had been affirming my authority over her all morning
as her "guardian".  And she was already expected to take her clothes off in
a strange environment to be physically examined by someone she had never
even met before.

   I was the only recognizable thing around.  I just had to remain earnest
and pretend like whatever I required of her, no matter how outrageous, was
not unreasonable within the scope of a dare already in progress.  I figured
a simple, direct approach like that had the highest likelihood of success.

   By this point, her dares had amassed a sizeable list of expectations and
rules.  I'm not sure I could even write them all out, but I could list the
biggest and most important ones.

   One of the most important in my book is the one about not playing with
yourself without permission.  She had been caught violating that one more
than once, especially near the end of a dare.  So, I had to assign some of
the most severe penalties to it to keep her in compliance.

   Not hesitating when given a potentially humiliating instruction was
another place where she tended to struggle.  Who wouldn't?  But there
wasn't a set consequence for breaking that rule.  She just gradually came
to associate hesitation with being assigned bonus tasks which made her job
more difficult and usually resulted in more humiliation.  That proved to be
a pretty effective deterrent.

   But one rule loomed larger than all the others by far and carried the
ultimate penalty.  It was the Great Commandment - the one thing she was
never allowed to violate: No Quitting.  I had made it clear, in no
uncertain terms, that if she ever gave up and quit in the middle of a dare,
it would be the last one she ever got from me.

   That catastrophic threat is why it was so hard for her to say the words
to begin with.  Failure to complete whatever humiliating ordeal I assigned
meant losing something she couldn't bear to live without.  That's why she
tried to hold out as long as she could every time.

   But her reason for fighting the urge didn't explain where the urge came
from in the first place.  I had received a small taste of her dares myself
recently and, let me tell you, I never wanted to do something like that
again!  So why did she keep coming back every month or so like an addict
feeling increasing withdrawal symptoms until she simply had to have another
risky fix?  I had no clue, but the doctor who completed her physical that
day had a theory, a diagnosis for my sister's unusual behavior which
explained everything.  Don -(TM)t worry, I -(TM)m gradually getting around
to telling you what it was.

   Everything was set in motion by that threadbare gown in my hand.  I'm
not going to waste your time describing its design or fabric to you.  Lucy
never even put it on.  So, what's the point?

   I'm sure, when she tepidly stood up on her wobbly legs and began to
disrobe, she assumed I would hand over the gown and that would be the end
of her nudity.  But I had other plans.

   She was so nervous that her first attempt at kicking her shoes off
failed.  She had forgotten about the buckle.  Her first attempt at removing
her dress didn't go much better.  She was so distracted by her racing inner
thoughts and impending strip that she was forgetting basic physical
realities.  She spun in place like a clueless toddler as if that would make
her arms long enough to reach the zipper on her back.  Her legs were
already jelly and now she was dizzy on top of it.  I thought she was going
to fall over.

   Coming over to steady her, I helped her with her zipper.  I even held
the dress while she lowered it down her lithe body and stepped out of it.
What a gentleman!  She wasn't the least bit shy about removing her outer
clothing, or about me seeing her in her underwear.  I had seen her in that,
and less, plenty of times.  But she did keep glancing at the door to make
sure it remained shut.

   With her dress removed, I saw cute little goosey bumps forming on her
bare arms.  I tried not to stare at the two stiff bumps poking through the
cups of her bra.  If I had to guess, that wasn't caused by the cold.

   "What did she say about my underwear," she asked, "was I supposed to
keep it on or...take it off?"

   Honestly, I don't think the nurse had ever specified whether to keep her
underwear on or not.  But I saw her question as an opening.  I knew full
well she had been distracted while the nurse was talking.  I was the sole
source of information now - the voice of authority.

   "Weren't you paying attention?" I chided.

   "I kinda forgot to listen," she blushed.

   "Everything means everything, Goosey," I held out my hand expectantly.
Of course, she didn't question it.  Doctor's orders.  That's what she gets
for not paying attention.

   I had to stifle my excitement as, after another quick glance at the
door, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra.  There's just something
watching a real, live girl undress that boys never grow tired of.

   It was hard to judge her body's development since the last time I had
seen her naked.  It had only been a month and her physical changes weren't
always linear, especially at that age.  Why else would they call them
growth spurts?  Her chest was perhaps a little bigger.  But that might have
been an illusion because she was wearing her strapless bra.

   That bra's especially tight fit, which squished her boobs all over, made
it hard to tell how much she had really grown in the last month.  As for
the rest of her body, her hips were perhaps a little wider and her scrawny
arms were finally starting to get some definition from all the cheer
exercises.  That was a nice change.

   With a flick, her constrained boobs popped free.  Not wanting to waste
any more time changing, she quickly removed her panties and handed
everything to me, her designated guardian for the day.

   Now that she was completely naked in a very cold room, she made a big,
whole-body shiver.  Leave it up to the government to design an A/C system
that's only able to cool the one room where patients are regularly taking
all their clothes off.  The motion inadvertently caused her breasts to
shake back and forth in a nice display.  Some government expenses are worth
every penny!

   She naturally reached for the gown, but I pulled it out of reach with a
tisk-tisk like it was my responsibility to remove the temptation.

   "Nuh-uh," I said, pretending to recite the nurse's guidelines, "you have
to get on the exam table, first, remember?"

   She did not move to comply but looked at me bewildered.  I knew why she
was hesitating.  She sensed something weird going on.  She couldn't fathom
why I would make her get on the exam table before giving her the gown.  I
treated the hesitation exactly like I would if she were in the middle of a
dare.  I cleared my throat in a stern, threatening manner, and pointed at
the table impatiently.

   I could practically hear the cognitive dissonance reverberating inside
her brain.  Had reality itself shifted when she wasn't looking?  Was she
losing her mind, or was this some kind of prank I was pulling on her?  Was
my command somehow part of --a dare?  The moment of truth.

   She blinked as if trying to recall everything that had happened that day
up to that exact point.  Her recent absent-mindedness was a liability in
that effort.  Before she could piece together what was happening, a distant
sound thudded as someone slammed a door somewhere.  There was no way to
know if that sound meant someone was on their way to us or not.  But it did
highlight what a precarious situation she was in without any clothes on. 
If she had lunged for the gown at that moment, I probably would have
surrendered it.

   Lucy flinched at the noise.  But instead of insisting I stop messing
around and give her the gown, she turned in a panic to locate at the exam
table, which was sitting along the far wall, and scurried across the cold
linoleum.  Scrambling onto the table's long side, she curled up her limbs
and hugged her knees to her naked chest.  Too easy!

   I took my time deliberately draping her dress over the back of a chair
and placing the rest of her things in the seat behind me before casually
strolling towards her.  When I got to the table, she could feel me
scrutinizing her but refused to let her gaze leave the door.  Her ears were
tuned for the slightest indication of someone invading our privacy and
catching her naked.

   "Hmm," I said, trying my best to stay in character.  How would I
normally be acting at this stage of her dare?  What sort of things would I
say?

   Keeping her off-balance was always an effective strategy.  So, I decided
to throw her a curve ball.  "You don't look convincing enough to be a
patient yet.  Sit up straighter," I ordered.

   She risked shooting me the briefest, incredulous glance before turning
back to guard the door.  Her mind had to be spinning.  She was still
overcome by fear and confusion and not yet in full compliance mode.

   "Hey, I'm over here!" I warned, continuing my improvisation, and
punctuating my words with a few impatient snaps of my fingers, "why do you
care so much about that stupid door?  It's not going to help you."

   She may not have remembered asking for it, but all the evidence around
her indicated that she had somehow landed smack dab in the middle of a dare
in progress.  She was naked in a foreign place with her brother barking
orders at her.  And he was growing more annoyed at her insubordination with
every second.

   Finally, I detected a shift as her brain clicked into dare mode. 
Success!  She straightened her back as instructed and the confused look on
her face faded.  But realizing she now had to deal with both a dare and her
physical, her fears were compounded.  Starting to hyperventilate, she
turned to me with growing panic in her voice and said, "Mikeeeey, help me!"

   I knew she was talking about her nudity.  But I pretended anyway that
she was worried about not looking enough like a patient to convince the
doctor to see her.  I made a dismissive gesture and walked over to rifle
through the cabinets and drawers.  Most were locked, but I could get into a
few.  "Relax, Goosey.  I'm sure there's something in here we can use to
make you look more believable...aha!"

   I pulled out a roll of white gauze, perfect for making a first aid
bandage.  I ordered her to hold her head still while I wrapped the gauze
around a few times.  To free both my hands, I had draped the gown in one of
my elbows.  I caught her eyeing it as I worked.  It was close enough for
her to snatch from me.  But now that she thought she was in a dare, she
wouldn't do it for fear of further consequences.

   "Can I have my gown now?" she pleaded even though she had to know it was
a futile request.  But she had to ask.

   "Nah, you don't need it," I dismissed her, "you look fine without it." I
stuffed it into a crack between the exam table and the wall and heard it
slide out of reach to the floor.  "If the doctor asks, just tell him you
lost it.  But if he offers you another one, you should insist you don't
need one."

   Her eyes began fluttering.  With her head wrap and the band aid on her
arm the only pieces of clothing on her otherwise flawless body, I felt she
was finally ready for her check-up!

   She continued to strategically hide all her private parts, not that it
would have made a difference to the doctor.  I'm sure he saw his fair share
of private parts in the execution of his duties.  But because it felt like
the right thing, I added one last condition before I left.

   "Hey, no covering up until this is over," I ordered as I gathered up her
clothes.

   When I reached the door, I turned back to find the perfect patient,
sitting tall and upright and concealing nothing per my instructions, and
ready for the doctor to find her naked as the day she was born.

   I headed to the waiting room and found a seat, pleased with what I had
accomplished.  It had only taken a couple minutes to convince my sister to
strip completely naked and stay that way for her entire physical.  And it
didn't even take a dare!  Either I was getting better at this, or she was
getting easier to manipulate.

   Either way, as I tried to find a comfortable way to wait, I couldn't
shake an ill premonition settling over me, an uneasy feeling of dread. 
Little did I know how consequential Lucy's naked exam would turn out to be.