So, there I was under the fluorescent lights of Dr. Evans’ dermatology clinic. It was July, the peak of the post-graduation slush fund season, and I was standing in the waiting room, polishing the reception desk with a rag that smelled faintly of lemon and antiseptic. I’d graduated high school in May, and while my friends were hitting the beaches or working at the local diner, I was here, folding magazines and organizing files. It was boring, mostly. But then, there were the Total Body Photography (TBP) sessions.

When the regular chaperone, Sarah, had picked up a second job at the hospital, I got the golden ticket. “Amanda, can you chaperone for me in Room 3? I have a new patient, a young guy, he’s probably nervous. Just stand there and watch, I need another set of eyes in the room.”

My heart did a little flip. “On it,” I said, grabbing the clipboard.

I loved this part. I loved the dynamic. These guys, they came in thinking it was just a quick look at a mole on their shoulder, or something like that. Dr. Evans, though, was a firm believer in having a complete set of baseline photos for future reference, and generally included a total body photography session at all new patient appointments.

The guys were handsome, cute, maybe a little shy, dressed in jeans and t-shirts, thinking they had it all figured out. Then I’d knock on the door and step in, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk I didn’t even have to force.

The patient today was named Jace. He looked to be about twenty, with messy brown hair and a nervous twitch in his jaw. He sat on the edge of the examination table, his knees knocking together slightly.

“Hey, Jace,” I said, keeping my voice light, almost playful. “I’m Amanda. I’ll be chaperoning for you today. Nurse Miller said you’re up for the full body scan.”

Jace swallowed hard, his eyes darting to mine. “Oh. Yeah. Is it… is it really everything?”

“Totally,” I said, letting my gaze drift down his body, lingering just long enough to make him shift uncomfortably. “Top to bottom. Don’t worry about it. It’s not that bad. Just follow the nurse’s instructions. I’ll be in here with you watching the whole time.”

His face flushed a deep, beautiful shade of crimson. He looked embarrassed, but there was a thrill in his eyes, a mix of dread and curiosity. I loved that look. It made them so cute when they realized they were about to be completely exposed.

Nurse Miller knocked twice then entered the room. “Okay, Jace, let’s get you prepped. I’ll be needing everything off.”

Jace’s eyes went wide. “Um, can I keep my underwear?” He asked, while looking at me, pleading silently.

I didn’t blink. I just crossed my arms and smiled, my eyes raking over his frame. “Well, Jace. The doctor wants to see the skin, not the fabric. You know how it is, so…, no underwear today, okay. Don’t worry, just relax. You’ll get through it.”

He sighed, defeated, and stood up. I watched him, unashamed, letting him know I was checking him out. I wanted him to feel the weight of my gaze. It made the air in the room thick with tension. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a lean, handsome torso. He slowly slipped off his jeans, and then, with a final, nervous glance at me, he pushed off his boxers down to his feet and stepped out of them.

There he stood, completely naked. It was breathtaking. He was so embarrassed, trying to cover himself with his hands, but the nurse directed him to the pose. “Arms out now, legs slightly apart, please. Chest up.”

I stepped closer, leaning against the wall, my eyes drinking him in. He was beautiful in his vulnerability. His penis hung softly between his thighs, and his balls were tucked tight due to the nervousness. I loved the way his butt looked as he shifted his weight, the muscles in his ass tightening as he tried to stand perfectly still.

“Chin up, Jace,” I said softly.

He looked at me, his eyes wide and vulnerable. “Do you….do you have everyone do this?”

“Just the cute ones,” I teased, my voice low. “Just relax. You look great.”

The nurse clicked the camera shutter. Flash. Flash. Flash.

“Turn around. Show us your back. Lift your arms like you’re reaching for the ceiling.”

I watched him turn, admiring the curve of his spine, the shape of his naked backside, and that cute butt. He was so handsome, even in his embarrassment. I loved seeing them like this—stripped of their confidence, reduced to just skin and nerves, under my watchful eye. It was my job, yes, but it was also my pleasure. I didn’t hide my appreciation. I let him see me looking at his dick, at his cute face, at his entire naked form.

When the session was over, he dressed quickly, his movements frantic, eager to reclaim his privacy. But as he walked out, he glanced back at me, a shy smile playing on his lips. He knew I’d enjoyed it. And I knew he’d be back for his follow-up, wondering if I’d be there again.

I picked up my clipboard, a satisfied smile on my face. Another successful chaperoning. Just another day at the clinic, watching handsome, embarrassed guys strip down for me and showing all their naked secrets. It was perfect.