And, don't let us forget, many people who are not nudists have all over tans from using those taning booths that are everywhere. My daughter who is not a nudist will use the taning booth nude so that she gets an all over tan.
I'm back from the dermatologist with a clean bill of health.
My first visit, one year ago, with Dr L was a group effort. There was an Intern, Medical Assistant, a Medical Assistant in training and Dr L. All females and everyone giving me the ogle as I sat on the exam table in my boxers, a jonnie opened in the back of course and a drape over my lap. They all took great care to keep me as covered as possible as they checked only my skin not covered by my boxers. I was told everything is fine and to come back in one year.
Today, was my second appointment with my dermatologist, Dr L. I was escorted into the exam room and instructed to strip down to my boxers and put on that stupid jonnie(open in the back of course) that always falls off your shoulders. I really don't understand why they ask men to put them on, but at least I wasn't given a drape this time.
Dr L knocked on the door and walked in.......alone, not with the army she had last time, to fine me sitting on the exam table. As instructed, I was wearing boxers and a jonnie. After hellos, the first thing she did after checking my face was pull the jonnie off and ask me to ly down so she could check my chest. Next, she's asking me to lift up while tugging on the waistband of my boxers. Down they go with half of the little guy hanging out. She was not quite this thorough last time. At that moment, my paranoia kicks in and I wonder if she will think I'm odd because of a hairless little guy. Nothing is said.
Then she pulls the legs of my boxers up toward my waist. It looks like the smallest speedo made. "Roll over so I can check your back." She checks my back and legs then once again I feel her fingers in my waistband. "Life up, please." This time she pulls my boxers almost to my knees and leans over to closely inspect my butt. I'm wondering why she is checking my butt. I haven't been in the sun since Labor Day and I can't possibly have much of a tan. She says nothing. What does she know?
"You're fine. I don't need to see you for two years." I roll over, sit up and try to pull my boxers up all at the same time. The result is I'm having a conversation with my boxers in a tangle and the fly opening near my right hip. What a sight. As she steps toward the door to leave she says, "Make sure you use sun screen spf 30....ALL OVER." I guess she knew.
Last edited by computerstation; 11-16-2012 at 11:56 AM.