A little off the subject but an occasion when I was 'seen' by my mother's friends so I hope you'll forgive me.
This happened back in the 60's and my mother was quite old when she had me, nearly 40, so it was a different age.
When I was 16 I developed an abdominal blockage and spent about four weeks in hospital during which time I had two operations. I was quite ill, and while in hospital I got used to being washed and cared for by the nurses and doctors and to be honest most of the time I was too ill to care or get embarrassed.
However it was when I came home that the following embarrassing situation happened. I was the youngest in the family and my two sisters were quite a bit older than me so my mother probably still thought of me as the baby in the family.
I hadn't worn pyjamas for years but when I got home I took to wearing an old pair of my fathers, the type with a cord that you tied to keep them up. My pubic hair had been shaved so it was uncomfortable wearing anything tight around that area and I was spending the days reading, sleeping or just lazing around so didn't need to get properly dressed.
On this particular day, about four days after I came out of hospital, I was in the back room overlooking the garden and keeping out of the way because my mother was having two friends to visit as she had not seen them since I had gone in to hospital and she wouldn't leave me at home alone. After a while she called me in to say hello to her friends who wanted to see me and wish me well after my illness. They were sitting drinking tea and eating cake and that sort of thing when I went in and I suddenly felt embarrassed because I was only wearing the trousers of the pyjamas but not the jacket (it was a hot day). After a few pleasantries I found myself holding a drink in one hand and a plate of cake in the other and was about to make my exit when one of the ladies asked if the scar which was just visible above the waist band of the trousers was very painful.
Now my mother had seen the scar which finished just below the pubic hair line, though remember I'd had that shaved of and now just had some new stubble there.
This was when it all went wrong for me, my mother somehow steered me over to stand in front of them both as they sat drinking tea so that they could see the scar close up, I still had my hands full holding the cup and the plate when my mother said 'John won't mind showing you his scar' and with that pulled the cord of the pyjamas letting them fall down around my ankles. There I stood unable to move, completely naked from the ankles up, shaven with all my privates on show to my mother and her two friends thinking life can't get any more embarrassing than this when the door opened and in came the young daughter of one of them, I think she was about eleven, I hadn't known she was there as when I was called in she had been upstairs in the bathroom. I stood horrified at being exposed like this; she stood in the doorway staring at me probably not believing what she was seeing. It was probably only seconds before her mother noticed she had come back and told her to go out of the room again but the damage was done as far as I was concerned.
After that my mother pulled my pyjamas back up and fastened them and I hurried out of the room past the goggle eyed little girl and went and hid myself in my bedroom. It was years later before I spoke to my mother about it and she said 'oh you were only young then I didn't know that had upset you'. I don't think she ever realized that at sixteen I hadn't been her little baby anymore!
But as I said at the beginning it was a different age and I'll be honest now at my age I quite enjoy remembering and sharing the memory.