Thesecond was that blue jeans are not acceptable attire. I can tell you it'spretty difficult to pay attention to material that you already covered two...ears previous from the supposedly failing public school system. I did ownone pair of corduroy pants but the inseam was threadbare. They howeverdid still make that cool zipping sound when you walked if you made aneffort to keep your legs close together. The only other pants supplied tome were blue jeans. After reading what was just handed to. Let me help you, the doctor said. He came closer to me and with both hands started lifting my top within seconds he took it off me.My breasts came into full view of the doctor. There was silence from both the sides. We both tried to act professional. The doctor took his time to take a good look at my breasts. My nipples stood erect. I had goose bumps on my body as doctor touched my arms. He brought his stethoscope and pressed it directly on my breasts. He asked me to take a deep breath in. My. ’ I didn’t know what else to say.Martin laughed. ‘Wow, oh yeah. Are you looking forward to seeing what my girl has to offer? She’ll be totally nude for you. Full-frontal, dude. You’ll see everything. I’m so excited for you.’‘Wow,’ I said again. And then: ‘But won’t she mind? Don’t you mind?’Martin laughed again. ‘We share everything, buddy. You know, we tell each other what girls we’re fantasising over, that sort of thing. We don’t have secrets.’ He punched my arm, playfully. ‘You’re gonna see. Ten times plus one 'for good luck.'It hurt! He had never spanked me before. Sometimes he would scold me or ground me but this was the first time he had ever raised a hand to me. He had made me stand, still naked, near a wall while he fiddled with a Polaroid camera. This was before the days of digital photography.Click! Flash! Daddy took a full length photo of my nude body. I remembered it like it was yesterday as I looked at the photo on the left side of the open photo album. My flat chest and.