I'm a 30-year old male.

The Doc shoved the paperwork into my hands and said, "You have two choices: Get dressed or leave naked." And he walked out of the room.

I stood in the examination room, staring uncertainly at my folded clothes, more than a little non-plussed by the doctor's abrupt departure. He had left the door open, in contravention to the age-old practise of doctors carefully closing examination room doors behind them. I stared dumbly out the door, my john thomas there to be seen by anyone who happened to glance in. I suppose that's part of what I signed up for, though.