I was referred to a Dermatology's office by my Primary Care doctor, as I had a few unusual small moles to be checked for possible skin cancer on my lower torso and left leg. This was a first for me, a very scared and emotional process. It was a very cold winter day and was well dressed for the weather, wearing snug and warm winter snow trousers, flannel shirt with my favorite spandex tan colored leotard and tights with speedo style cotton lycra briefs underneath. When I arrived, there were a lot of patients still waiting to see the doctor. After finishing the paper work I still had to wait another half hour before being called in by the nurse. Soon most of the patients had been taken care of, when the nurse finally called my name, escorting me to a large examination room. Soon the doctor came and explained what will be done, a full body scan from head to toe. My anxieties were really high,but the warm and snug feeling of my winter outfit helped keep my fears and anxiety in check. He then told me that I would have to completely undress to be examined then handing me an awful paper gown to put on. He left to continue taking care of other patients. I was really scared now, especially when told I will have to have some skin grafts also.I slowly took off my shoes and socks, then the warm winter shirt with the snug trousers. It was quite chilly in the exam room, so I kept my leotard and tights on, then sat on the exam table waiting for the doctor or nurse to come in. I felt warm, snug and secure while still wearing my leotard and tights. After waiting another twenty minutes in the exam room, there was a knock on the door and it was a pretty nurse bringing in skin grafting equipment. She looked,seeing the awful gown and my outer clothes on the chair, then seeing seeing me still in leotards said "oh your'e not undressed yet,let's finish getting you ready for the doctor, he'll be in very shortly." I just blushed when she guided me off the exam table, slowly unzipping, pulling and tugging my arms out of the leotard, peeling it down to my waist. My now exposed upper torso felt very chilly, when I asked if I could keep my tights and briefs on during the examination, when she told me all that sexy winter underwear has to come off. Soon I felt her unsnug the leotard, getting it off. I was very aroused when she peeled off the warm clinging tights. I quickly hopped back on the exam table just wearing my soft cotton lycra briefs, still keeping my semi erection snug and secure and well wedgied in my behind. She gave me a nice smile telling me "we're not finished yet, leaning over me reaching the top of the briefs trying to peel them down. I just looked at her, like a little scared boy, while trying to cover my now fully erect penis, well outlined under the briefs. She reminded me that I had to be completely undressed for the body scan and skin grafting, while giving several gentle pulls trying to get them off. It was tickling so much and the feel of her soft hands around my waist, certainly got my medical fears down. She then said "lift up your bottom and loosen up," as she had the clinging briefs rolled down below my waist, soon uncovering my excited privates. I was somewhat embarrassed when she gently rolled me on my side, unsnugging my erection and and getting my behind unwedgied and fully exposed,turning me on my back again, lifting my legs and peeling the briefs off. I was totally naked now when she helped put the awful paper gown over me. She gave me another nice smile saying how healthy I looked, when the doctor came back in and with her help scanned my naked body from head to toe, then grafting moles on my leg and back. I had several stitches and covered with large bandages. Fortunately I did bring a change of clothes, as I couldn't wear my snug winter pants and leotards for a while, just those baggy under shorts and trousers. It was a long scary medical plight, but the pretty nurse and good doctor certainly helped me through it, especially having all my nice warm and snug winter outfit taken off.
