Oh my! What a day...
My local clinic had been sending me letters and emails reminding me of my annual checkup, and after a bit of procrastination I relented and scheduled the event. Well, since my last visit I'd progressed quite a bit along my TG path, like shaving my entire body, especially my legs and all, and painted my toenails a pretty pink. I wear Victoria's Secret panties routinely now, and even have some rather nice tattoos on my upper arms (a lovely gypsy girl, etc.).
So here I go as this underdressed transformed tgirl to my doctor visit, not fully realizing that I was to get a full once-over by the doctor. It started slowly enough, with the private exam room, and the doctor (a good looking guy in his late 30's) asking me all kinds of routine things and noting them on the computer terminal. Then, the moment(s) of truth arrive: "Well, take off those clothes and hop up on the exam table and let's get a look at you..." What? Oh My!
So I drop my jeans to the floor, step out of them, and hop up on the table. I was freaking... My freshly shaved legs looked long, lovely, and fit (I work out a bit), were gleaming under the fluorescent light. My baggy t-shirt hoodie, still on, covered my package, but I was surely all shaved legs "up to there," know what I mean?
"Are you wearing underwear?" he asks. Oh my, "yes" I answer, not lifting up my shirt yet. Those were pink polka-dotted VS panties down there! So completely sexy, but Embarrassing!
"Off with your shirt then," he says. "Ok," (gulp) I said, trying to just concentrate on my breath to not blush, and pull up and over the shirt and quickly drop it onto my legs, hiding the panties (darn it! why didn't I think of this beforehand! But do I even have any "guy" underwear left? No).
He does the stethoscope thing on my chest and back, saying "breathe deeply," etc. (I was already breathing deeply! Believe ME Oh my!). Then he says, "ok, lay back on the table," and I do. He removes my clumped up shirt from atop my midsection, and thereby reveals my lovely, pink polka-dotted, sexy panties. I can only imagine what's going on in his mind at this point. What a professional he must be! Not even cracking a smile!
So he probes and pushes around on my stomach, etc., and then pulls off my socks to check pulses down there on my ankles, I guess. And yes, now revealed are my freshly colored pink toenails! How Lovely!
So there I am laying full out on the table, a total apparition of a now undressed underdresser, unwittingly outed by the doc. Sheesh! Who would have thunk it? (I should have!).
So, after the prostate check (panties off now, of course, right?), and a few more routine question/answers typed into the computer, the young doc made a hasty exit, leaving me alone in the exam room to get dressed, and perhaps reassemble my dignity.
But you know what? I really wasn't all that embarrassed! After an initial wave of self-consciousness, I indeed did find, deep inside, a well of assurance and confidence. I love who I am, and what I am! I in fact surprised myself at how solid I felt about my TG-ness. This was/is Really Me! Yeah!
Anyone else have a doctor's visit type of story?