copy-edit this start of a novel, use the same style, but use active voice, and a very varied cadence. Extend with some added descriptions, with the feelings when the doctor is touching her legs. Add details to the exam: she was wearing a short skirt, and white panties under it, and the doctor could see them.

NAME_1 squirmed on the crumpled paper of the examination table, her thin ten-year-old legs dangling as she waited for the doctor to see her. After a fall in the woods, her ankle had swollen up like a balloon. Her friend NAME_2 had helped her home, and her mother said they needed to get it looked at, even though NAME_1 insisted that she was fine.
When the doctor came in, NAME_1's worries faded. He had a friendly smile and voice as he gently examined her ankle. But as his fingers began to probe around the sore area, she felt a strange tingling sensation that she didn't understand.
"Does that hurt?" he asked, pressing hard. She shook her head, her teeth sinking into her lip. The tingling sensation grew into a pulsing heat that she instinctively wanted to rub away. She knew she should speak up, saying that pressing hurt her a little, but her body refused to let the words come out.
"Hmm, just as I thought. Just a mild sprain," the doctor concluded. As he wrapped her ankle and gave instructions for ice and rest, NAME_1 barely heard him. He turned and spoke to her mother instead. She was confused by the strange sensations his touch continued to awaken, both frightening and exciting.
On the drive home, she felt guilty that she hadn't told the whole truth, and she was disappointed that the appointment had to end so quickly. For the first time, she began to recognize a secret within herself, yet unnamed, but which she sensed held answers she wasn't meant to know. Not yet.
