I have discussed this at some length, in private, with a Zity member who is a good friend. So, I will describe my experience and then encourage members to post about anything similar which may have happened to them.
When I was a child (and you can check my many posts on the subject) I had to undergo a lot more medical examinations than the 'average' boy / teen in the UK. At school, it was customary at the time (in my case 1960 - 1970) for boys to have to strip naked for the final part of any examination. My experience does not relate directly to a medical examination (although the idea behind this topic should not preclude it for anyone else).
Between 1960 and 1964, I also saw an eminent Paediatrician ( who took a keen interest in my specific condition and who undoubtedly helped me to overcome it) twice per year (this was unconnected with school medical examinations). Sessions with him also involved me having to be naked. This was all very professional and nothing untoward ever occurred. Although I got used to such visits, it was still sometimes embarrassing for me.
He also arranged physiotherapy sessions for me (& I am sure that he designed / developed my exercise programme and manipulations) at a local clinic*. (The sessions with him were at his main office in Nottingham General Hospital (which was quite a long journey for me as a child).* These sessions were fortnightly and I was allowed to be out of school for one hour every fortnight in order to attend.
All of my pelvic girdle (+ hips / legs /lower spine ) had to be manipulated. I assume that really close medical
observation of those areas was required. So, I spent many of those sessions naked too. I only ever had three different physiotherapists (all very nice ladies - in that they were not horribly bossy and brusque like our school nurses were ) between 1960 and 1964..,so I got to know them quite well. Again, I got used to having to undress completely for most of the sessions...but I still sometimes felt embarrassment as I got older and became more self - conscious.
Puberty had not quite fully kicked in (but it was close) when I had my final physiotherapy session just after my 12th birthday in September, 1964. I had my final session with the eminent Paediatrician at Mansfield General Hospital in early October, 1964. Actually that turned out to be quite traumatic ( I have posted about it in some detail on Zity).
OK.....just over a year after these events, in the Autumn of 1965, I had become a newspaper delivery boy. I was very efficient / reliable and soon had several rounds. I had known the proprietor of the Newsagents shop since I was very young. At age 13, he realised that I was quite good at book keeping too. So, on Saturday mornings, I was entrusted to visit the houses of 50 or so customers who paid their account weekly, but who preferred not to visit the shop in person to do so. This was 1965 remember, it was not uncommon.
By the end of those visits, I would have quite a lot of money / cash on me (I was never mugged thank goodness). It was during my very first 'cash collection' round that I had this weird / bizarre / emotional experience. I knocked on the door of one particular house and it was answered by a man. I politely explained why I was there. He asked me to come then told me that his wife dealt with the newspaper bill. He told me that she was in the back kitchen and to go straight through, so I did.
Imagine my shock / surprise. The woman who was there was my former physiotherapist who, between 1962 and 1964, had seen me totally naked over 40 times at least. Yes, she did recognise me with my clothes on! (Hahaha ). I am sure that I must have blushed. We had a brief, friendly conversation as she sorted out the money to give me. But, all the while, part of my mind had flashed back to me lying naked on a mat aged 12 as she manipulated my hips, pelvis etc.Now...at 13, I suddenly had a raging hard on!! Horribly embarrassing (not that she was aware of the fact of course). Plus....part of my mind was crazily wondering if she might order me to take all of my clothes off!!
So...I was wondering...,.has anyone else ever been in that position?? Viz, where either a doctor / nurse / physiotherapist etc etc had cause to examine / see you in the nude quite intimately..,,and then you have subsequently and unexpectedly encountered them in a totally unrelated social setting. If so, how did it make you feel??