Wendy_Marie
04-23-2011, 12:41 PM
April 22, 2011
A member of this forum recently started a thread on the subject of going to the Doctor while under dressed or dressed….As this is something that I have given some thought to recently I read the thread and the responses with much interest. Well, Thursday’s at 12:00 noon have become the routine for my normal day to attend Therapy…and on these days I attended my appointments while fully dressed enfemme all except a couple times.
My job as a Transporter occasionally requires that I take on an emergency transport which it just so happened was the case for me yesterday morning....I rushed around to call and reschedule my Therapy appointment and make arrangements for getting a rental car and getting out of town just after noon. I had been driving for just about 15 minutes when a severe dull pain began in my lower right abdomen and continued to worsen over the next few minutes to the point I finally realized that this was more than just a stomach ache and I had something seriously wrong going on.
I took the next exit turned around and called my wife with the intention of going straight to the hospital and having her meet me there…..I thought better of this and instead told her to be ready when I got to the house so she could go with me and drive me to the Emergency Room of a local Hospital.
Upon arrival I went through registration quickly stopping only long enough to get basic information and have a hospital bracelets put on my wrist. I was taken back immediately and the first thing I was asked to do was partially disrobe and put on one of those ever so sexy Hospital gowns… My wife had went to park the car when I was taken on back and the nurse who helped me dress asked me if I wanted to take my underwear off and put them away before my wife got back? I must have had a puzzled look on my face because she went to say…I noticed your wearing panties and if you don’t want your wife to know we can put them in a bag before she gets back.
Up to that point the last thing on my mind was the fact that I was wearing panties…and not just any panties either…I was wearing my Pink Bikini’s with little red flowers on them. I thanked her for her concern but assured her that my wife already knew to which she just smiled touched my arm and told me to try and stay calm and she would see about getting the Doctor in just as soon as he was free. I thought it was very nice of her to try and protect my privacy in this manner so since I felt so very comfortable with her I told her of my transgender status. She told me that this wasn’t anything for me to be worried about that working in the E.R. She had pretty much seen it all and she went on about her duties.
A little while later someone knocked on the door and between the stabs of pain I looked up to see a very pretty young female Doctor come in. She began checking my stomach and she asked me if I had any swelling in my legs…I told her that No or at least none that I had noticed…she back the blanket and my pant legs and began feeling my freshly shaved legs. She looked me in the eye and said to me…It’s Okay Hun…no one else has to know. I told her that it was alright I wasn’t all that self conscious about it.
What struck me from this episode was that before the nurse and even the Doctor knew of my Trans status…I was being referred to as Mr. Smith...(Smith is a Fictitious name of course.) But after, I was called Honey, Sweetie etc…by the staff.
The Doctor seemed especially concerned that I was comfortable and was very hands on touchy feely…This is only the second time in my life I had been to the Emergency room having been a very healthy person overall… It was a positive experience.
Today as I write this it has occurred to me that had I not been called on to do this emergency transport I would have been in my Therapy session when the pain struck me…I would have been dressed fully enfemme and thinking on it now…Yes I believe I would have made my trip to the hospital enfemme…I can say this with confidence, after the treatment I had I won’t hesitate to go to the E.R. enfemme if it were ever to come up again in the future.
By the way…My pain was caused from kidney stones…a couple of them which measured 2 mm…they have passed and I am feeling much better today.
A member of this forum recently started a thread on the subject of going to the Doctor while under dressed or dressed….As this is something that I have given some thought to recently I read the thread and the responses with much interest. Well, Thursday’s at 12:00 noon have become the routine for my normal day to attend Therapy…and on these days I attended my appointments while fully dressed enfemme all except a couple times.
My job as a Transporter occasionally requires that I take on an emergency transport which it just so happened was the case for me yesterday morning....I rushed around to call and reschedule my Therapy appointment and make arrangements for getting a rental car and getting out of town just after noon. I had been driving for just about 15 minutes when a severe dull pain began in my lower right abdomen and continued to worsen over the next few minutes to the point I finally realized that this was more than just a stomach ache and I had something seriously wrong going on.
I took the next exit turned around and called my wife with the intention of going straight to the hospital and having her meet me there…..I thought better of this and instead told her to be ready when I got to the house so she could go with me and drive me to the Emergency Room of a local Hospital.
Upon arrival I went through registration quickly stopping only long enough to get basic information and have a hospital bracelets put on my wrist. I was taken back immediately and the first thing I was asked to do was partially disrobe and put on one of those ever so sexy Hospital gowns… My wife had went to park the car when I was taken on back and the nurse who helped me dress asked me if I wanted to take my underwear off and put them away before my wife got back? I must have had a puzzled look on my face because she went to say…I noticed your wearing panties and if you don’t want your wife to know we can put them in a bag before she gets back.
Up to that point the last thing on my mind was the fact that I was wearing panties…and not just any panties either…I was wearing my Pink Bikini’s with little red flowers on them. I thanked her for her concern but assured her that my wife already knew to which she just smiled touched my arm and told me to try and stay calm and she would see about getting the Doctor in just as soon as he was free. I thought it was very nice of her to try and protect my privacy in this manner so since I felt so very comfortable with her I told her of my transgender status. She told me that this wasn’t anything for me to be worried about that working in the E.R. She had pretty much seen it all and she went on about her duties.
A little while later someone knocked on the door and between the stabs of pain I looked up to see a very pretty young female Doctor come in. She began checking my stomach and she asked me if I had any swelling in my legs…I told her that No or at least none that I had noticed…she back the blanket and my pant legs and began feeling my freshly shaved legs. She looked me in the eye and said to me…It’s Okay Hun…no one else has to know. I told her that it was alright I wasn’t all that self conscious about it.
What struck me from this episode was that before the nurse and even the Doctor knew of my Trans status…I was being referred to as Mr. Smith...(Smith is a Fictitious name of course.) But after, I was called Honey, Sweetie etc…by the staff.
The Doctor seemed especially concerned that I was comfortable and was very hands on touchy feely…This is only the second time in my life I had been to the Emergency room having been a very healthy person overall… It was a positive experience.
Today as I write this it has occurred to me that had I not been called on to do this emergency transport I would have been in my Therapy session when the pain struck me…I would have been dressed fully enfemme and thinking on it now…Yes I believe I would have made my trip to the hospital enfemme…I can say this with confidence, after the treatment I had I won’t hesitate to go to the E.R. enfemme if it were ever to come up again in the future.
By the way…My pain was caused from kidney stones…a couple of them which measured 2 mm…they have passed and I am feeling much better today.