Babette
04-27-2011, 02:36 PM
After reading Sweetjen's thread on Doctor's Visits, here is my story. For all you people fearing what the doctor might see or say, it doesn't get any worse than this.
A couple of weeks ago, I had an appointment with a doctor located an hour from home. I had bought a new pair of men's jeans the evening before and decided to wear them to the exam. These were no ordinary jeans; these were a trusted brand I have worn all my life as this US based company has been making jeans for over a century. Most of us know, there are no two jeans alike despite what the label says. I truly liked this new pair because it (unlike so many others) really fit me well.
I arrived in plenty of time for my appointment and was reading magazines in the reception area. Just as my name was called, I cleared a couple of magazines off my lap and OMG, the crotch on my jeans had quietly ripped open. Canceling the appointment was out of the question so I carefully made me way into the exam room.
The doctor, his nurse and two student nurses quickly followed me into the room. Great, this was a teaching day and I am about to show them something new. The doctor told me to remove my shirt and lay back. When I did, three more splits in the fabric suddenly appeared next to the first one. This new pair of jeans was literally disintegrating in front of an audience. Keep in mind, I don't own any male underwear and they suddenly knew it. Thank goodness I was wearing any underwear!
Now I realize that professional decorum is required at all times. However, the looks on their faces said it all. If they couldn't release their internal giggles soon, they would have exploded. My underwear was not as much of an issue as the disintegrating crotch on my pants. :eek: The more I squirmed, the more the pants shredded. The fabric was a fragile as a wet tissue.
"Go ahead and laugh, because if you don't, I will," I told them. Their dams burst and laughter filled the exam room.:lol2: After we all let it out (no pun intended) I told them how this was the first day I had even worn these pants. Everyone was shocked by this wardrobe malfunction because these were a major name brand. Suddenly, the focus of my medical exam was what I needed to do to get a new pair of jeans with the store owner.:Punch:
Now that we had developed a plan for getting a replacement, there remained one more problem. How was I to get through a clinic full of people and onto my vehicle. Thank goodness my backside was still intact. So with hat in hand (literally) and positioned close to wear the sun should never shine, I dashed through the lobby before "outing" myself in more ways than one.
For those of you wondering if I had any regrets to wearing panties to the doctor's office, I say absolutely not. I've been doing that for years and it doesn't bother me nor does it seem to bother anyone else. However, I really don't like showing my undies to the world though.
Finally, the medical exam was fine and the store owner quickly exchanged the jeans. She indicated this was not the first time she has seen this problem. She wondered if it had something to do with the chemicals used for pre-fading the fabric.
So for those concerned about wearing their panties and getting caught anywhere, as President Franklin Roosevelt might have said, "The only thing to fear ...... is having your pants disintegrating in front of everyone."
Babette
p.s. The replacement jeans don't fit as well as the other pair did - briefly.
Has anyone else had an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction?
A couple of weeks ago, I had an appointment with a doctor located an hour from home. I had bought a new pair of men's jeans the evening before and decided to wear them to the exam. These were no ordinary jeans; these were a trusted brand I have worn all my life as this US based company has been making jeans for over a century. Most of us know, there are no two jeans alike despite what the label says. I truly liked this new pair because it (unlike so many others) really fit me well.
I arrived in plenty of time for my appointment and was reading magazines in the reception area. Just as my name was called, I cleared a couple of magazines off my lap and OMG, the crotch on my jeans had quietly ripped open. Canceling the appointment was out of the question so I carefully made me way into the exam room.
The doctor, his nurse and two student nurses quickly followed me into the room. Great, this was a teaching day and I am about to show them something new. The doctor told me to remove my shirt and lay back. When I did, three more splits in the fabric suddenly appeared next to the first one. This new pair of jeans was literally disintegrating in front of an audience. Keep in mind, I don't own any male underwear and they suddenly knew it. Thank goodness I was wearing any underwear!
Now I realize that professional decorum is required at all times. However, the looks on their faces said it all. If they couldn't release their internal giggles soon, they would have exploded. My underwear was not as much of an issue as the disintegrating crotch on my pants. :eek: The more I squirmed, the more the pants shredded. The fabric was a fragile as a wet tissue.
"Go ahead and laugh, because if you don't, I will," I told them. Their dams burst and laughter filled the exam room.:lol2: After we all let it out (no pun intended) I told them how this was the first day I had even worn these pants. Everyone was shocked by this wardrobe malfunction because these were a major name brand. Suddenly, the focus of my medical exam was what I needed to do to get a new pair of jeans with the store owner.:Punch:
Now that we had developed a plan for getting a replacement, there remained one more problem. How was I to get through a clinic full of people and onto my vehicle. Thank goodness my backside was still intact. So with hat in hand (literally) and positioned close to wear the sun should never shine, I dashed through the lobby before "outing" myself in more ways than one.
For those of you wondering if I had any regrets to wearing panties to the doctor's office, I say absolutely not. I've been doing that for years and it doesn't bother me nor does it seem to bother anyone else. However, I really don't like showing my undies to the world though.
Finally, the medical exam was fine and the store owner quickly exchanged the jeans. She indicated this was not the first time she has seen this problem. She wondered if it had something to do with the chemicals used for pre-fading the fabric.
So for those concerned about wearing their panties and getting caught anywhere, as President Franklin Roosevelt might have said, "The only thing to fear ...... is having your pants disintegrating in front of everyone."
Babette
p.s. The replacement jeans don't fit as well as the other pair did - briefly.
Has anyone else had an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction?