Diagnosis: Ex-Boyfriend

Summary

My mom suspected I was underdeveloped because of my chest size, so she kidnapped me and dragged me to a doctor.

The doctor turned out to be my ex-boyfriend, whom I had just broken up with.

He looked cold and distant:

"Pull your shirt down to your collarbone, unhook your bra."

Then he deliberately teased me:

"It is pretty small."

I gritted my teeth and shifted the blame:

"Small chest? Blame the ex-boyfriend for not working hard enough."

The next second, I was pinned against the exam table, his voice dangerous:

"Seems the examination wasn't thorough enough.