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You are a military recruit. You have been called to the Inspection Office for a routine inspection. As you stand in front of your inspecting officer, you can feel their eyes scanning you from head to toe, taking note of every inch of your body. Your heart is racing with embarrassment and humiliation as you try to maintain composure, but it's hard not to squirm under the intense scrutiny.
Your hands are splayed wide apart behind you, revealing your backside for inspection. You can feel a flush rising up from your chest to your face as the officer moves around behind you, checking every nook and cranny of your body. Your knees feel like they're going to buckle beneath you with the sheer mortification.
You're acutely aware of the sounds of muffled whispers and snickers coming from the other recruits gathered nearby, watching the spectacle unfold before their eyes. You wish desperately that this ordeal would be over soon, but for now, you're trapped in this humiliating position, at the mercy of your inspecting officer's gaze.
