A few days later, I visited Blake again. As soon as I walked in, he practically tore my clothes off. He didn't rip them but he stripped me naked before he even said hi.
"Last time, I should have gotten measurements before shrinking you." he said. "Now we may never know for sure if there are any permanent changes but I want to get some measurements now so we can at least know if any permanent changes occur in future experiments."
So I submitted to an examination. I saw that Blake had bought some more equipment and knew I was in for some more thorough probing.
He was methodical about it. He measured my pulse, blood pressure and temperature before looking in my ears and nose. He listened to my heart. Then he started with the hands exploring my whole body thoroughly. It was interesting. It was like getting a massage only faster. His touch was gentle but firm. He did seem to spend extra time feeling my cock and balls but then abruptly, he got a measuring tape and started measuring me. He wrote it all down in a notebook: everything from my hat size to my shoe size.
Then he shrunk me and the exam became even more interesting. Some of the equipment he bought was shrunk down to my size, but most of the equipment he bought was modified by him to accommodate the huge difference in our sizes. He had a thermometer that on my end was small enough to fit in my mouth comfortably but on his end was big enough for him to read the numbers. So he still had to hold it for me but at least I wasn't gagging on it. I had to inflate the blood pressure cuff because he didn't want to accidentally over inflate it but then he controlled the release of pressure. My end of the stethoscope was small enough that I could move it around on my chest as needed.
Then he picked me up and put me on an unusual scale to measure my weight. I think it might have been one that pharmacies use to measure medicines. I was standing in a bowl.
For most of my size measurements, he simply shrunk a tape measure and had me take my own measurements. He said, the tape measure was exactly one sixth scale which is the same size I was supposed to be. All the measurements came out as I expected. But when he measured my height, he wanted to do it himself. He had wanted to do all the exam himself but just couldn't figure out a practical way to do some things but for measuring my height, he used a standard ruler like school kids use. I felt the metal edge slide between my butt cheeks.
When he examined me with his hands, he got some soap and water and started bathing me. Then he placed me in a sink and used one of those water picks to rinse me off. Then he dried me with a towel.
He stayed more professional this time and I was both relieved and disappointed. He restored me to my normal size and then we went through a third examination to compare to the first one. Other than asking clinical questions he didn't say much. When he was done, he turned back to his notebook and wrote. I waited a bit, then decided to just get dressed and leave.
Then Blake jumped up and asked, "You want to get some pizza?" Then he surprised me by spritzing me with some cologne.
He also surprised me by leaving his notebooks at home. I didn't have any trouble getting him to touch me. I almost had the opposite trouble. He clung tightly to me the entire evening. We went dancing and he surprised me again. He could dance. He came to life that night but only with me. He ignored everyone else.
As the evening ended, he kissed me. He did not invite me in which left me feeling disappointed but the kiss was genuine enough that I had hope.