It was probably 30 years ago, when I was a runner and had a nicer body. I had read an ad for a medical establishment that was offering a bone density test that included a full body scan. At the time, I had a couple of friends who had cancerous tumors that were discovered too late. And I was concerned: might I have a tumor that I didn’t know about? So I called and asked if the test was only for bone density, or would it also show any tumors if they existed. They told me it was like a CT scan and it would show all of my organs and any tumors. So I made an appointment.

It was a New York winter, so under my heavy coat I wore a sweater over my shirt, over a T-shirt. When I arrived, I took off my coat and hung it in the waiting room. I first met with a doctor who explained the process. He said they were primarily looking for issues with my bone density, but again assured me that if there were any tumors they would be found.

I was taken to the room with the scanner and the doctor went back to his office. In the scanner room I was met by the technician who would perform the tests. Jackie was around my age, in her 30's. Short hair, attractive, wearing a white smock. Her face showed this was serious business.

Jackie led me to a tiny room near the scanner, maybe 3 feet square with a curtain. A gown hung on a hook. She went back to the control room just a few feet away, which had a large glass window so that she could see the entire room as she operated the scanner.

I asked her, “Does clothing affect the quality of the scan image?” She said it did.

I said, “So, what about the gown?” She responded, “What do you mean?

“I’m really hoping that the scan will let me know if I have any tumors. I’ll tell you what... I’ll take off an article of clothing, one piece at a time, and you tell me when it will be good enough in order to have the best image.” Of course, there was no need for the curtain.

So I took off my shoes and looked at her with my arms outstretched as if to say, “How’s this?” She just rolled her eyes.

I took off my socks and felt the cold tiled floor. She just watched.

Then came the sweater. She nodded.

Next, the shirt. She seemed interested; her eyebrows went up.

I hesitated for a second, wondering if what I was doing was ok. I undid my belt, unbuckled my jeans, let them drop to the floor, and I stepped out of them. Jackie finally spoke. “You’re doing Ok...,” nodding her head.

I slowly pulled my blue T-shirt over my head, showing my slim body. I saw a smile on her face as she hummed “um huh...” with her voice going up at the end.

So I’m standing there in my black briefs. I felt a bit embarrassed, and also nervous about continuing this game. It felt like a game of chicken-or-dare: if she dared me, would I chicken out? I waited for her to tell me that I’ve taken off enough. Instead, she said, “Well, do you want a better scan, or don’t you?”

I hesitated for 5 seconds that felt like a half-hour. I wanted to do this, but could I?

I put my thumbs in the side of the waist band, hesitated a few more seconds, then I kept my eyes fixed on her as I pulled my briefs down.

And there I was, totally naked. Jackie smiled and said, “Yep, that’s good enough.”

She came out of the control room, walked to the scanner, and asked me to lie down on the table. The table was padded and covered with a white cloth. I positioned myself on the table and scooted under the scanner, offering a full view of my body for Jackie to take in. She then had to adjust my position so that the scanner would be properly aimed when the table moved. She pushed a button and red laser lights crossed all over my body. As she slowly studied where the lights were touching along the length of my body, I was starting to get a bit excited. I could feel my penis begin to grow. And Jackie noticed it, too. There I was, my entire body stretched out in front of her. And she was in charge. It was clear that she was glad she came into work that day.

She put her hands on my hips and nudged me over a couple of inches to center me on the table. Feeling her hands on my naked body further excited me - and my penis. She then put her hands under my thighs, up against my butt, and lifted me just enough so that she could position me just right, and then she spread my legs apart just a bit. Of course, we know where her eyes were. She seemed to be taking more time than was necessary to position my body. It wasn’t clear who was enjoying this more, me or her.

Jackie said, “Ok, now don’t move,” and she went back to the control room. She explained that I would have to hold my breath for 30 seconds during the scan. She told me to take a few deep breaths. “Ok, hold your breath.” And the table started moving such that my entire body passed under the scanner. 30 seconds is a long time for me to hold my breath. And it definitely took my mind off of “the show” I was putting on, as the star of the show dwindled to normalcy. She said she needed to study the scan to see if it caught everything, and told me to relax and lie still. After a minute she said that the scan was off a bit if I wanted the search for tumors to go from head to toe.

Jackie came back to the scanner, repositioned my head, asked me to lift my butt, put her hands under my cheeks and scooted me around again. She moved my legs apart a little bit more, and stood there, staring as my penis grew to full attention. She then quickly went back to the controls, told me to hold my breath, and took another scan. It was several minutes before she said, “It looks fine. You can get dressed, now.” I walked, naked, back to the dressing room.

I asked, “Why did it take so long to inspect the scan?” She said she’d show me after I got dressed. I met her in the control room and she showed me the image on her computer screen. She explained how she could “drive around” the 3D image, looking at bones, muscles, organs inside my body. “Here’s what caused the delay.” Starting at my neck, she slowly shifted down through the image of my body and reached the point of interest. There, as clear as day, was my 8-inch star of the show. Both she and I were mesmerized by the image. And I could feel my pants starting to get tighter.

That was 30 years ago. But the memory of that afternoon is forever.