Amy twiddled her thumbs nervously. She'd been literally laughed out of work everywhere else in town ever since her secret was spilled at the library. The salon couldn't keep their ladies from testing their makeup and pedicure technique on Amy. The warehouse found Amy going on endless giggle-laden rides on the forklifts in place of the workers moving their shipments. And that stint at the local TV station certainly made for a lively weather update. Of course, all of Amy's supervisors had been reluctant to let her go, they simply couldn't afford the distraction. But most of them were amicable enough to give her one last chance by showing she could hold her composure as the HR reps tested her ticklishness over and over. Unfortunately, Amy never could fight off those tickles and was brought to giggly exhaustion each time - just to be sure she hadn't passed the test.
Never did Amy guess she would be looking at working a library again, but this new branch was insistent they needed someone with her reputation. Amy was flattered, and then confused when she was told she couldn't start working until a physical exam was completed. Having been through so many tickly adventures, Amy felt as though she had developed a tickle sense to see impending wickedness down the line. Her theory definitely had proven true when she narrowly avoided a gang of feather-toting motorcyclists on the way to the doctor's office. But unfortunately, Amy's tickle sense was not quite honed enough to detect what lay in store in this unassuming exam room.
She sat with an understated trepidation, looking down at her purple socked feet. It seemed odd that the bubbly receptionist insisted Amy take off her shoes and leave them behind at the front desk. "Oh yes, we insist all patients leave their shoes and belongings up here. We don't want any...distractions" Amy complied and couldn't help but feel like she receptionist was jotting down notes about her as she bent over to take off her shoes and straighten up her outfit. It was probably nothing.
"Hello Amy, I'm Dr. Jahli." The doctor entered the room, speaking in a rather mousy tone. Her face was partially hidden under a medical mask, but her eyes were certainly friendly. Amy relaxed a bit and shook hands with the curvy doctor, admiring for a moment Dr. Jahli's stylish black dress under a white overcoat, cinched with a wide white belt. "What we're going to do today is a series of simple tests. Hopefully we should have you out in an hour." Amy pursed her lips, seemed a bit much for a physical, but she really wanted this job.
"Sure, sounds good."
"The preliminary test is for your hearing and vision. Could you please turn towards this poster over here?" The doctor pointed to a poster with letters of varying sizes. "Please read the top letter?"
Amy furrowed her brow at the giant letter E at the top. "Uh...E?"
"Okay, and the next line?"
"H-a?" Amy said with a shrug.
"And that spells...?"
"Ha? Like ha ha?" Amy smirked. The doctor grinned under her mask.
"And the fifth line?" She continued.
"Brush." Amy thought she saw the doctor tremble as she spoke the next word.
"Mmm. Next?"
"Tickle." Amy said out loud. Both doctor and patient shivered for a moment, though for different reasons and neither seemed to catch each other's tell. Amy assumed it was a coincidence. Her common sense seemed to have a weakness for fetishy story plots. Dr. Jahli took a moment, and then produced a multi-colored fluffy duster.
"Great, Amy. Now can you identify the colors you see as I move this funny little thing around your head?" She fluttered the soft tendrils around Amy's cheek and ears. Amy tried to call out the multiple colors, fighting back her squirms and giggles.
