The Curious Case of the Nudist

"Will you at least put on a robe? It's pretty chilly in here" Dr Khatri asked James almost sympathetically.

James would have loved to have done that, but not wanting to have to explain vanishing clothing to the doctor he shook his head and cupped his hands over his now wilting dick in an attempt at politeness. He was starting to feel pretty cold and that wasn't going to be flattering for his penis size.

"No, I'm fine, thanks"

The doctor regarded James with curiosity, as if she couldn't quite work out what was going on here. Eventually she spoke up.

"I'm sorry if I was a little sharp with you when you first arrived. I can see you aren't enjoying being naked in public at all, and yet you are forcing yourself to be."

James sat in silence wondering just where this was going.

"I am not a psychiatrist, so I am not sure what is driving you to behave like this, but I have a friend who is a psychologist who may be able to help you. In fact, I think she would find you a very interesting subject for her studies. I am willing to give you a prescription for Viagra and write you a note excusing your nudity in the pharmacy next door if you will allow me to make an appointment on your behalf to see her tomorrow, at your home of course. Is that acceptable to you?"

James nodded. For now he could get what he wanted and leave, the psychologist could be a problem to be dealt with later.