When I was a teenager, my parents sent me to a boy's boarding school for a year. It was run by strict older and middle aged women with some men working there too. We had to wear baggy uniforms, baggy underwear too.
A very strict schedule was maintained for the boys staying there. The educational and academic programs were very good and I did like it. During the winter holidays we were allowed to go home with our families for a few weeks. They had an unusual practice for those returning from our time away, of being stripped searched for any other unauthorized clothing, reading materials or extra toiletries from home. Some of the older boys would try bringing these items at times, but usually got caught by the school deans.
After the Christmas and New year holidays, My parents brought me back to the boarding school that afternoon. There were six other teenage boys that returned the same time as me. The routine was, the ladies would be waiting for us, as we entered the building, taking our luggage and putting in the polar room, to be checked for unauthorized items. All six of us boys were then escorted to the physical education section. Some of the boys were wearing nice clothes with snug and warm jeans. I was dressed in snow pants, with a warm flannel shirt and my sister's leotard and tights.
We hoped they might let us pass this time, as it was the end of the holiday season for us. No luck, there were the four matron ladies with our school doctor and medical staff in the large phys-ed area, with a cubical section closed off with large temporary white curtains, waiting for all six of us. Two of the boys and my self had never been through this process before, as it was our first time away from the boarding school. There we were told to sit on the large benches, we would be called into the cubical section, one at a time to be stripped,searched and medically examined. We all anxiously awaited our names to be called accepting our fate, as some of us will have to give up our nice winter clothes from home.
One boy was giggling, how is sister let him take her panties and pantyhose with him and was wearing them. two of the ladies watched us closely as we waited our turn to be called one at a time into the cubical section. Now our plights began, as the first boy's name was called and he was escorted in for a full body search by the school matrons. He would have to stand with his hands over his head, as they slowly stripped off all his warm clothes and underwear too. Once naked his body was searched and examined. He was crying through his whole ordeal. Then his clothes were taken away in a large plastic bag. he was given his uniform issue of baggy underwear and school uniform.
It was a slow process as me and the other boys fearfully awaited our fate, two of the other boys had been processed and left the cubical section sad and naked with their reissued underwear and uniforms. Now the boy sitting next to me on the bench was called, he was quite embarrassed about what the matrons would do to him, seeing him in his sister's panties and tan colored pantyhose. Once in the cubical behind the big curtain, the matron lady unbuttoned his shirt pulling it off, then opening the snug jeans as he whined and cried. she firmly pulled down the jeans seeing his lower torso encased in the pantyhose. I could hear her saying to him keep his hands over his head, as the other lady pulled off his shoes and socks. Then the doctor came into the cubical with a large pair of medical sissors and began cutting him out of the pantyhose, then cutting the pink panties on both sides, then peeling them out of his crotch. The other matron got the jeans off him too an he was now totally naked and still whimpering as he was escorted out with his new baggy underwear and uniform.
Now I was called in and reminded by them, to keep my hands over my head. The Lead matron began undressing me, unfastening the snow pants bib and shoulder straps as the other bent down, unzipping the side leg zippers on the snug snow pants. I just stood quietly, keeping my hands over my head as told, yet squeezing my legs tightly as they finished unbuttoning and unzipping the warm and snug snow pants. Now both ladies pulled and tugged the snow pants down and off my still leotard clad body. I couldn't help resisting as the warm snug polyester snow pants came off. I was told again "Hold still now, stop squirming!" Now only in blue leotard and tights, I was starting to cry a bit, hoping they won't cut off my leotard and tights. I was lucky, the doctor started examining my young nylon clad body saying, "Being you are the last one,we'll strip them off instead. Soon I was getting an erection, feeling all these hands peeling the leotard, tights and then my very snug bikini briefs, before I knew it the matrons had me naked, showing my now full erection too. They picked up my snow pants, flannel shirt with my leotard and bikini briefs putting them in a plastic bag and taking my warm winter clothes away as was standing there totally naked.
One of the matrons, then handed me my issue of baggy underwear and uniform for the rest of my stay at the boarding school. It was an unusual situation and somewhat of a trauma for some of us boys at the school. But in later years that strip and search process at the school became a sexual and medical fantasy for many of us.