One of my most cherished medical moments occurred when I had skin tags on my scrotum and groin. All told about a dozen of them, of various sizes, on my groin and about twice as many again in my arm pits and on my back. My dermatologist then was a young, slim woman who was rather pretty and spoke very quietly. She examined me alone three times -- once before the procedures were done, when she did the procedures and after the procedures were completed, and I was completely naked each time. Since there were different size tags, some were frozen with nitrogen, some were taken off with a scalpel and no anesthesia and some with a scalpel and local anesthesia. The most memorable were the ones on my scrotum. She first moved my penis, then had me hold it, then asked me to instead stretch taut the scrotum skin, by which time I had a slight erection, which remained through the exam. When she was done she left the exam room and sent in her nurse, an older woman, to bandage me up. When she saw the bleeding around my genitals, plus the still half-hard penis, she did a double take, smiled, and then got to work bandaging me up. I got an erection again when I came in for the follow-up check, the third and final visit. I was nude at the time and at the end of it the doctor had me stand up in front of her, off the exam table, came in close to me and reached up to feel the glands in my throat. To this day I do not know why she wanted to check my glands, but her action made my erect penis stick into her stomach. She was wearing a wool flannel skirt, black, and I can still feel how it felt on my penis. She stayed there for about ten or fifteen seconds, and then moved away. The friction made my penis harder, understandably. That was the end of the exam. It really happened that way, and I cherish the memory but remain at sea about what her motivations were in having me stand like that as my erect penis poked her in the stomach. She certainly seemed quite professional about it, did not act directly suggestive at all, etc.