This post is regarding another experience from my early period, up until I was about 25 years old, when I was always acutely shy and embarrassed about my private parts. At the time when I had a strong awareness of the need to keep my private parts private, covered, hidden, and unseen. At a time when the very worst thing that could ever possibly happen is for them to be exposed and seen. In my late teens and early twenties, there was now the added pressure and fear of the involuntary erection, and the sudden ejaculation to add into the mix of my woes. At this time, I was seriously inside my ENM shell, and this is the fifth event (the others being a school medical examination, and playing doctors and nurses – both posted here…. And staying over at a friend’s house, and more school medicals as a teenager, and a visit to Hospital A&E – which I will post here in due course) all of which added up and led me, years later, to begin to think: This is intolerable, and I need to begin to do something to overcome this, and begin to hatch a plan to force me to overcome my fears, and begin to come out of my ENM shell.
So, I was 21 years old. I had just got my first proper job – in a bank. My new employer asked me to attend a medical examination, and they arranged it all, giving me a time and place at their preferred medical practice. All very routine and normal. Oh my God! I didn’t expect this! Here we go again! I rather hoped that all of this medical examination torture would have ended after leaving school. But, no, it still goes on…………
I arrived at the appointment. I had absolutely no idea how brief or thorough the medical would be. Perhaps they just wanted to listen to my heart, check for any disabilities, etc. Hopefully, they would have absolutely no need to undress me, and certainly no need to take a look at my willy or anything like that. I checked in at the practice, was told to wait, and take a seat there in the reception.
After a few minutes, a lady came out of a side door, called my name, and ushered me into her office. Oh my, a lady, is she going to be the one to examine me, will she want to undress me, or want to see my willy, it certainly seems that all the other ladies, in this position, in this scenario, in the past, have wanted to, and taken the opportunity to see my willy. Hopefully, all of that nonsense is now over…….
She closed the door behind me. There was no-one else in the room. So, yes, she is going to be the one to examine me. Oh dear me!
She checked my name / date of birth / address / employer etc….
Then she asked me to undress down to my underpants.
Oh my God! Here we go. It’s already got worse than I had feared. I nervously undressed down to my underpants as she asked.
She checked my weight / height / skin / eyes / ears / etc….. surely she doesn’t need to / won’t need to check my private parts. Please No! It’s all going ok so far, I might just get away without my willy being checked!
She sat down in her chair, turned towards me, invited me to stand in front of her, and I did as she asked. A shriek of fear shot through me. Oh no, please no, is this going to be it…..
She pulled my underpants down to my knees.
Oh my God, she actually did it. And now I am standing right in front of this very attractive lady with my pants down, and my willy and balls out and exposed, and she is now looking directly at my private parts! Please don’t get a hard-on, please don’t touch me, please don’t do anything to make me spray her with come.
She had a quick feel of each testicle, and then she pulled my foreskin back, and examined the head of my willy. She asked me to turn around and touch my toes. She parted my bottom cheeks and had a quick look at my anus.
‘Yes, that’s all fine’, she said, ‘you can get dressed now’.
Oh my God! She actually went ahead and did it!
But, phew! At last! It was all over! I got dressed. She thanked me for coming, and said she would send the report to my employer. I thanked her and left.
As I left the building and walked away, I thought, ‘It’s happened again! The very thing that I am most uncomfortable about, the very last thing that I ever wanted in the world, was a female to examine my willy, and it has happened yet again! What do I have to do to make this nightmare stop’.
I took a little pride and confidence in that I had managed to avoid the crushing embarrassment of getting an involuntary erection, and spraying her with come the moment that she touched me.
Moreover, the saving grace, in all of this, is that I was offered the job, and I worked there for 3 ½ years.
But what happened, when I was 24, and went for another job. You guessed it. I had to do another medical! Oh No, when will this torture end!
This medical examination was rather different. It was, in fact, a little bit weird.
The doctor was a lady again. Oh no, here we go again!
She asked me to undress down to my underpants. Oh no, here we go again!
She gave me the usual ‘once over’ – eyes / ears / skin / weight / height / etc.
Then the real weirdness began…….
She stood facing me, about 4 feet away, and asked me to mirror copy exactly what she was doing.
There were several harmless movements, such as hands together over the head, bring the index fingers together at arm’s length to the front, etc. But then it got weird……..
One leg straight and firmly on the ground, lift the other leg up at the knee as high as possible, and then swing the leg out to the side as far as possible. I copied exactly what she did. Her knee was at chest height, and was swung out pretty much 90 degrees to the side. In this position, her skirt was lifted up and her tiny white knickers were on show. With her leg in this position, there was a very graphic scene of her exposed inner thighs with tiny white knickers just covering her labia and the whole scene going on between her legs. Repeated again with the other leg. I was shocked and surprised. ‘Don’t look, don’t think about it, DON’T get a hard on’, I thought.
Then another ‘hard-on’ inducing exercise: feet slightly apart, slowly squat down as far as possible, hold, and slowly back up to the standing position, and repeat…. At the lowest squat point, with her skirt now up around her waist, and her legs widely parted, there was an even more graphic scene of her exposed inner thighs with the thin tiny white knickers just about covering her labia, surely her pussy lips were all just about to burst out, and the whole scene going on between her wide open legs again, was a little too much. Once again, I was shocked and surprised. ‘Don’t look, don’t think about it, DON’T get a hard on’, I thought.
Was this all in my mind, while there was nothing going on in hers. Was she trying to evoke a hard on, was she teasing me, and flashing her pussy. To this day I cannot fathom her motive for doing this. I was very pleased, at the time, in managing to avoid the involuntary erection.
She asked me to sit down on the chair. She checked my blood pressure. She listened to my breathing and my heart using the stethoscope.
‘Your breathing is very fast, and your heart is very fast’, she said.
‘Yes, I’m just rather uncomfortable being in this situation’, I said.
‘Oh, there’s really absolutely nothing at all for you to worry about. What is it in particular that is concerning you’, she asked.
I reluctantly replied, ‘I’m just rather concerned that you might want to check my willy’.
‘Oh no, don’t worry, I don’t need to see your willy’, she said.
Well, that seemed to be ok then, that was a relief, but what happened next, made it suddenly get even worse…….
‘Why is it that you don’t want me to see your willy’, she said. I think that she was beginning to get suspicious that I was hiding something.
‘I’m just a little self-conscious, and I just want to keep that area private, you know’, I replied.
‘Well, there’s absolutely no reason for you to be concerned, worry, feel self-conscious, or be at all shy about this in any way at all. You haven’t got anything that I haven’t seen before, I’ve seen hundreds of willies, You have absolutely no need to worry……….….. But I actually do think now, that I need to take a look’. She said.
I’ve had THAT chat on several occasions in the past, I do get it. I do understand it. I know it must be true, but I just don’t want a female ogling my private parts. Moreover, there’s the very unwelcome and embarrassing prospect, now that I’m older, and slightly wiser, possibly more fearful, of potentially getting an involuntary erection, and even worse, a sudden ejaculation. That would be wholly inappropriate and excruciatingly embarrassing in this situation. The irony here is that I had tried to avoid my willie being examined, tried to preclude it, but in attempting to do so, I had actually made the willy check, which wasn’t going to happen, actually happen!
She stood me up, gave me the full reassuring talk again, and then she pulled my underpants down.
Once again, my willy was out, exposed, and being looked at and examined by a female, under a medical pretext.
She had a look, and a fiddle. Testicles felt, and rolled around between her fingers, foreskin hard back, and a thorough look all around the head of my willy. It was the very same willy and balls check that I had been subjected to many times before.
‘Yes, that all seems fine, you see, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about, that wasn’t so bad was it’, she said. And she pulled my underpants back up. I had heard that speech many times before too. I know it was meant to help and comfort. It did neither.
She said that we were all done, and that I could get dressed. Finally, it was all over now. I was so relieved. I got dressed and left.
As I left the building and walked away, I thought, ‘It’s bloody well happened again! The very thing that I am most uncomfortable about, the very last thing that I wanted, is a female examining my willy again, and it has happened yet again! What do I have to do to make this nightmare stop’.
The saving grace, in all of this, is that I was offered the job, and I worked there for 17 ½ years.
At the time, I thought of these medical examinations as highly significant, embarrassing, shameful, and something that I never wished to be repeated. It occurred to me that if I been totally honest when she asked me why I didn’t want her to see my willy, I would have, in addition to me saying I’m shy etc, added that the other serious concern was the involuntary erection and an ejaculation on first touch, it might have all turned out differently, and perhaps she would not have got suspicious that I was hiding something, and so there was no need to check. Perhaps if I’d never even mentioned my willy at all, my willy would not have needed to come into play. Perhaps I just gave her, as a pervy female who enjoys seeing and playing with willies, a ready-made opportunity, to see and play with a willy, and so, she couldn’t resist taking that opportunity. I’ll never know.
Of course, having my private parts exposed, had been repeated, many times, in varying scenarios over the past years, (and once more to come soon, in a story I’ve yet to detail, ‘the Hospital A&E visit’) and so I simply retreated a little further into my little ENM shell. In each and every case, the ‘perpetrators’ were always female. It occurred to me that all girls seem to be sexual perverts who will always try and trick an unsuspecting innocent young man into showing his willy.
This was the fifth of many mortifyingly embarrassing pants down – willy out on show – being looked at situations, and my ENM journey continued!
