From J Randy Taraborrelli's updated Jacko biog, "The Magic & The Madness"
"Upon Michael's return to the United States, he was immediately served with a warrant for the long-threatened strip search by the police. According to the order, officers expected to examine, photograph and videotape Michael's entire body, 'including his penis, anus, hips, buttocks and other parts of his body. Michael Jackson should be notified' according to the order, 'that he has no right to refuse the examination and photographs. Any refusal to cooperate with this order will be admissable in court and an indication of his guilt.' Also, it was explained to his attorney's that if he didn't cooperate, the police would probably just arrest him on 'probable cause' and take him away in handcuffs, in front of photographers. This scenario was more than anyone in the camp could even fathom.
Apparently, Jordie had claimed that Michael had distinguishing marks on his genitals. He even drew a diagram of Michael's penis on a napkin for police and wrote on it: 'Michael is circumcised. He has short pubic hair. His testicles are marked with pink and brown marks. Like a cow, not white, but pink colour. He has brown patches on ass, on his left glut.'
The police were now determined to learn if Jordie's description was accurate. If so, then he had obviously seen Michael Jackson unclothed.
The photo session, set for 20 December, promised to be as torturous an experience as Michael ever had in his life. Present from Santa Barbara would be its District Attorney Thomas Sneddon, as well as a detective, photographers and a doctor. From Los Angeles, were Michael's attorneys, Johnnie Cochran and Howard Weitzman, and Dr. David Forecast, one of Michael's physcians from the United Kingdom, as well as another detective and another photographer (employed by Michael), all of whom arrived by helicopter.
After everyone had arrived at Neverland, it took Johnnie Cochran and Howard Weitzman an hour to get Michael to leave his bedroom and go into the parlour, where the photos were to be taken. Finally Michael came into the room wearing a brown robe. It was agreed that his attorneys and Sneddon would not be present for the photos. Bodyguard Bill Bray was allowed to remain, as would the two detectives, the two photographers and two doctors.
As everyone was getting settled, Michael took a look at one of the detectives and for no reason anyone could think of, began shouting at him. 'You! Get out! I don't want you here for this. Get out!' Michael then tried to storm from the room. However, one of the doctors grabbed him. Michael seemed agitated beyond all measure and actually seemed high, though everyone present hoped that was not the case.
Finally, an anguished Michael was told to stand on a platform in the middle of the room. He was still wearing a bathrobe. 'Please don't make me do this,' he said, his doe-like eyes watery. 'This is terrible. Don't make me.'
'Sir, we have no choice,' said one of the detectives.
Then, while standing on the platform and staring at a picture of Elizabeth Taylor on the wall, Michael took off his bathrobe. Under it, he wore a bathing suit.
'You'll have to take that off, sir' said the detective.
Still staring at the photograph of Elizabeth, Michael slipped off the bathing suite... under which he had on boxers.
Crying softly now, Michael slipped off the boxers and stood, naked, stripped not only of his clothing but of the one illusion he'd always had: that of his invincibiliy. All eyes went straight to his penis, which did not appear to be circumcised.
'Is the subject circumcised?' asked the doctor. Everyone stepped in for a closer look.
'Yes, he is...'
'No, he's not...'
'Oh my God' Michael whimpered. He looked dizzy, as if about to faint.
'You don't know?' asked one of the detectives of Michael's physcian.
Michael's medic became indignant. 'Sir, I have never seen his penis before now.'