I had my first visit with a (female) psychiatrist today. I had met her before because my daughter used to be a patient of hers.
First, I had an interview with the psychiatrist's (female) nursing assistant. Even though crossdressing was NOT the reason for my visit, I felt comfortable bringing it up so I could get a correct evaluation of my real problem. I even showed the nurse my Halloween-themed toe nail polish.
Then I met the psychiatrist, who had just read my profile that the nurse collected. The psychiatrist asked me a few questions about crossdressing, and then went on about my other issues. I had trouble concentrating on what she was saying because I was admiring the skirt suit she was wearing and her shoes. Oh, her shoes. The were a low heel pump in a powder pink. So after we got done, she was walking me out to the receptionist and I told her how much I liked her shoes. Then as we got to the receptionist, she told me that she got them at TJ Maxx.
And then ...
I don't know how I lost self control, but I asked her if she thought they might have them in my size.
I know I was thinking it, but I don't know how it slipped out my mouth.