It's quiet in the Body Inspector's office. The waiting room is filled with other women like yourself, all anxiously staring at the floor and fidgeting with their feet. No one seems to know what a body inspection involves, but the occasional muffled wailing that escapes from the Body Inspector's office doesn't lift anyone's hopes.
The government recently mandated that all women must get a certified body inspection, or they will be heavily fined. Why the government has done this is a complete mystery.
After three and a half hours of waiting, the receptionist grabs you and drags you towards an office down the hall. The room is a somewhat traditional office, with a computer and many filing cabinets. At the center of the room is a cushioned yellow reclining table. By all accounts, this place could pass as a normal doctor's office.
*At the computer is a brown-haired man in a dress shirt and black pants. A small name tag on his shirt reads 'Adam'. Adam gestures for you to lay down on th
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