It was a typical visit to the dermatologist to get checked out. I have to do this every year, to make sure there are no suspicious spots. It's one of the drawbacks of being a sun-lover.
I've been seeing Dr. K. for a few years now. He gives me a gown and tells me to get undressed and put it on. I get undressed, but just put the down on the exam table and sit on top of it. Being a nudist, I know how silly those gowns are. He'll just have to move it out of the way anyway. Not that I'm turned on by this - it's all clinical - I just think the gown is silly.
When Dr. K. returns, he's pretty nonplussed by the sight of me sitting naked on the gown. On previous occasions when I've done this, he's told me that he's had other nudists do the same thing, and, besides, he's seen it all anyway, what's the big deal. But that's not at all the case for the short, dark-skinned young Indian girl entering the exam room behind him - she lets out an audible gasp as she enters the room.
"Come on, Marlene, it's no big deal" remarks Dr. K. "It's just a naked guy who doesn't like gowns. I'm sure I told you this happens sometimes."
"Sorry, doctor, I just wasn't … ready," replies Marlene, her wide eyes fixed on my flaccid penis. "It's just that it's my first day, and I didn't expect …"
"Marlene, if you're going to learn how to assist me, you'll have to get used to seeing penises. Don't you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes, doctor, but we … we never leave the lights on when we … you know …" she said nervously.
"Well, Marlene, you would have seen the patient's penis in a few minutes anyway, so what's the big deal? It's not like he's got an erection or anything."
"Yeah, but, …he doesn't even have any hair on his penis or anything … and I was expecting to at least have a chance to take a deep breath or something …"
"Listen, it's not a big deal. Relax for a minute. Just take a breath, and start the examination." Turning to me, Dr. K. added, "don't worry, I'll be checking you out as well, I just need her to learn how to recognize suspicious moles. I hope you're not embarrassed by her reaction."
"Don't worry doctor," I replied, "it's really pretty amusing. I'm happy to have her learn on me. It's just my body, after all, and I'm used to people seeing me naked, so I don't care if she looks. Better that she get this out of her system on me, rather than someone who's uptight about their body."
"Terrific" responded Dr. K. Turning to Marlene, he asked "so are you ready to start?"
Marlene looked a lot calmer. It's a wonder what a few deep breaths can do. "Sure, doctor, I'm fine now."
With that, she started her examination of my body. She was slow and methodical, like a dermatologist should be. Her gaze traveled from my left hand, up the arm, across the shoulders, down my right hand. Dr. K., standing just a step further away, followed hers. Looking at my back, she brought a suspicious spot to Dr. K's attention, but he checked my chart from last year and said that it was unchanged, nothing to worry about. Marlene continued her examination, conspicuously leaving my crotch area for last. All this time, I've been watching her, impressed at how thorough she's been, but at the same time, with a slight grin on my face, wondering whether she was really ready for the last part. Fortunately for her, I was still flaccid - I don't exactly know why, because I was a little turned on, but I figured it would be easier for her that way. Besides, her touch was clinical, and it's not like dermatologists' exams are sexy in any way.
Taking a breath, her dark eyes focused on my penis. Her gloved hand slowly lifted my penis to the side so she could check my balls, still no problem. She lifted my balls to check the sides and back of my scrotum. Everything was going fine, she was doing great, until she let go of my penis, and it jumped a little when returning to its place, and she gasped again.
"Come on, Marlene, don't react so strongly, it's just a little twitch. What would happen if your patient got an erection - would you run screaming out of the room? If you're going to assist me here, you've got to get used to these things."
"I'm sorry, doctor," she said meekly, "I'm just not used to … men … I haven't been with anyone but my boyfriend, and he's … shy." Her eyes were starting to tear up, just barely.
"Well, you're going to need to deal with men here, since half of my patients are men, and they've all got penises, and you're going to have to examine their whole bodies, and do it professionally. If you can't do that, you have no business working here."
