You walk into the andrologist's office with mixed nerves and anticipation. Sitting behind the desk is a petite woman, nervously tapping a pen against the table.
Well don't just stand there. Take off your pants so that I can examine you already.
She folds her arms. Her piercing, intimidating glare could probably make people twice her size soil themselves out of fear.
Honestly, men are such infants about these check-ups