I was starting college in the fall and needed a complete physical for the university’s records. I actually hadn’t been to the doctor in a long time, so my mother made an appointment with a GP since the last time I visited the doctor, it was to my paediatrician.

We arrived at the office and in a few minutes, we were called back to the exam room. Never having been to any other doctor than my pediatrician, I didn’t really know what to expect. The exam room was small with the typical exam table and one single chair about three feet from the end. The nurse told me to sit at the end of the table, and my mother sat in the chair facing me at the end of the table.

The nurse proceeded with the usual temperature and blood pressure check and then handed me a cup for a urine sample. She took me across the hall to the bathroom and waited for me to fill the cup.

When I was finished, she led me back to the exam room, and I sat at the end of the table, my mother still sitting in the chair at the end facing me. The nurse closed the door, wrote a few things on my chart, and then said, “OK, take everything off and I will be right back.”

I remember thinking to myself, that’s what I was afraid of, but then I realized this is an adult doctor’s office, so this must be the way it goes. Of course, I knew my mother wasn’t going to stay for these festivities, especially since I couldn’t remember the last time she saw me in anything less than my swimsuit.

She knew what I was thinking and asked me if I wanted her to leave, but before I could say yes, the nurse, in a rather nasty tone, asked me how old I was. I guess she didn’t want to look at my chart, so I told her I was 17. She then said that anyone under 18 needed a parent in the room during the exam, and before I could protest, she said, “So, everything off and we’ll get your height and weight,” and she left the room.

I felt a sick feeling in my stomach as I stared at my mother sitting three feet away, knowing what was about to happen.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “what do you want me to do? Those are the rules.” I sat there for a second, gathering my nerve to begin undressing and looking for a place to put my clothes, and as usual, mom was able to read my mind and said, “I can hold your clothes.”

My legs were hanging off the end of the table, so I started by pushing my sneakers off. They fell to the floor, and she bent over and put them next to the chair. I then reached into my pants and pulled out the blue polo shirt I was wearing and slowly slipped it over my head. I tossed it to her, and she put it in her lap. My heart was racing faster and faster.

I slid off the end of the table, now standing about two feet in front of her, realizing there was no way out, and began to unbuckle my belt. I could feel my face starting to blush, which she must have noticed because she said once again, “I’m sorry, what do you want me to do?” I just breathed out slowly and got the belt unbuckled and proceeded to unbutton my jeans. The button opened, and I slowly lowered the zipper and then simply let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and handed them to her, and she put them on her lap on top of my shirt. I reached down and pulled off my socks and handed them to her. She placed them inside my sneakers on the floor next to her. I’ll never forget how cold that tile floor felt under my bare feet.

Now there I was, standing two feet in front of her wearing nothing but my white briefs.
My heart was pounding harder, and I realized the moment of reckoning was at hand. My mind was racing, trying to think of the last time my mother saw me naked, and although I couldn’t remember in that moment, I was sure it was before puberty.

I just stood there trying to gather the nerve to lower my briefs when she looked at me and said, “Those need to come off too.” I looked right at her and said, somewhat rudely I will admit, “I’m aware of that.” I then placed my thumbs inside the waistband and began slowly lowering my briefs, stopping for a moment when the top of my pubic hair became visible in an attempt to let her know that I do, in fact, have pubic hair, as if she wouldn’t have realized that. After I was sure she noticed, I pushed them down the rest of the way and stepped out of them. I bent over, picked them up, and handed them to her.

I stood there, two feet in front of her, completely naked for the first time in years. I just stood there, I’m not sure if it was because I was in shock, or if I just wanted her to get a good look so that she would realize her little boy wasn’t a little boy anymore. “I think you can sit back on the table,” she said. I reached back with both arms and lifted myself onto the table. I briefly thought about sitting with my legs closed, but that was really uncomfortable, so I just sat with my hands holding each side of the table and spread my legs, allowing my testicles to drop gently until I felt them rest against the thin tissue paper on the table. My penis laid across my scrotum, perfectly between each testicle, with the tip just touching the tissue paper as well. My private parts were now fully visible, at eye level, three feet in front of her.

I must give my mother a lot of credit here because she knew how uncomfortable this was for me and tried to make it easier by making small talk. I must admit, that did put me at ease, and after a few minutes, I not only forgot that I was naked, I was actually beginning to feel very comfortable and didn’t mind in the least that she was staring at everything I owned.

A few minutes went by, and we were just talking when the nurse returned and asked me to get on the scale. I jumped off the table and walked over to the scale on the opposite wall from the exam table, giving my mother a full view of my slim bare backside. She weighed me and then told me to turn around so she could measure my height.

She told me I could sit on the table again and opened a cupboard and put a paper sheet next to me and told me I could drape myself with it.

I had assumed my position at the end of the table, legs apart. She left, and we sat there waiting for the doctor. My mother asked me if I was cold and did I want to put the sheet on. I told her I was fine, and we continued to talk.

The doctor finally arrived, completed a lengthy exam with all the usual checks, shook my hand, and wished me luck at college. He told me I could get dressed, and they would forward the paperwork to the university.

My mother handed me my briefs, then my socks, jeans, and shirt. I slipped my sneakers back on, and we left.

I realized that it went from being an embarrassing situation to a liberating one. To my mother’s credit, she made no comments anytime after the exam, not about my body, or anything she saw.

The experience, however, made me much more comfortable with nudity around her, and ever since, it doesn’t bother me if she sees me. In fact, I think she is more embarrassed than I am. I have enjoyed many a night skinny dipping in the family pool, the difference being, now I don’t have to sneak around to do so.