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The intern

It was my last medical visit to London. Like most doctors’ offices it was a wait and see moment. This time was different. I was escorted to the examination room, and I waited some more but after a short while, a beautiful blonde entered the doctor's office. I assumed she was a nurse. She just introduced herself and she took my BP. She walked out and I waited for the doctor to arrive. I was hoping she would not return. I knew the checking me out process that happened every three months was about to happen again. It was embarrassing enough just being with my doctor. Suddenly, the door opened and in though it came my doctor but he had someone with him: the same blonde.  He told me she was an intern. That she would over seeing the examination. She was over seeing all right, and I was not overly pleased.

 I was glad she already took my BP because it would most assuredly be up now. I prayed I wouldn't have to go through embarrassment of baring all. I looked over at the table of doom and noticed it had a fresh piece off paper on it. And soon my naked ass would follow. I was afraid because my hormones were on fire. I don't know why I was afraid. You can't have a happy Johnny when you are scared to death. Put it this way and I hate to admit this, but I use to bring a lunch bag to school everyday and it wasn't just for food. I used it to hide my uncontrollable boner. It embarrassing to talk about. I used to have to sit in the back of the bus to give myself enough time to calm it down. Whenever this uncontrollable moment happened, I found that if I thought about the beautiful lady in the movie "the shinning" and how she turns into an old lady, while repeating the mantra "Grandma, Grandma" helped calm my unexpected enthusiasm. Luckily, the freezing cold ruler provided zero stimulation. Turns out shame is not a good stimulant. 

There they were checking out my junk. The conversation was about where I should be based on bone density and genetics. Apparently, they were pleased with my progress. I guess I had reached the summit of growth. After several minutes of dialog and prodding. I was allowed to put my clothes back on. They called me average, but I swear that day I was under average. I always wanted to be average guy. I was okay with that.

I thought that this would be the end of my embarrassment. Oh no. I had more fun to endure. Being the first to be diagnosed and treated for my condition, meant that my special case had to be documented. I felt like I was a math test, and the doctor had to show his work. No matter how they added it up the sum always equaled embarrassment.

I was lead through a maze of mortar and brink.  The dungeon eventually leads to a dark room. In that dark room is a photographer. The photographer is for me. She told me to go into the change room and strip down. I must have not known what strip down meant. Well, I knew what it meant but I was only somewhat committed. I entered the room clothed in a hospital garment. Under the garment; socks and underwear. She sent me back to make some adjustments. A sort of debriefing if you will. My ploy to hide the boys backfired. I was starting to panic. I stood in front her and was instructed to take the gown off. I flashed her and she flashed me. Then she said "Okay now profile" it was so cold in that room I'm sure the profile was a waste of time. My balls were in my throat. More flashes of my shrinkage and shame. I was thankful that she didn't take picture of my face. That wouldn't have been a good look.

When we started this journey, I was one foot out. I left my teens totally exposed. I have shared with you my all. I have so many great memories. Some funny, some embarrassing but all real. I am so blessed to be surrounded by people who love me no matter what. They have read my work and are my biggest cheerleaders.  A big shout out to my sisters and to my Partner. I love you all. Looking back, it will be sad to close this chapter but I have so much more to write about. I'm so glad I could bring you along as my passenger.

 On this road and beyond.

 Thanks for traveling with me. 

 Denny D



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