Well first off is the decision of what to wear. I first thought I’d wear a dress but then it occurred to me that I couldn’t remember seeing a woman at the medical center wearing a dress. I had a new pair of straight leg jeans and a new silky, sleeveless, print blouse that made a nice combination and my most comfortable shoes, a pair of blue, denim like, wedges would go with the jeans.
Of course all the handicap parking near the medical center was taken so I had to park in the main lot. As I headed for the entrance it became apparent that several other patients and I would arrive at about the same time, regardless of whether I sped up or slowed down – 10 am is apparently a busy hour. The lobby has been relatively empty on previous visits but not today, today there were people sitting on the benches that lined the entrance way. Inside there is a pharmacy to the right and a clinic to the left. The pharmacy had a line that extended out into the lobby and the clinic was a virtual standing room only crowd. Both the pharmacy and the clinic are separated from lobby by glass walls. I was experiencing more exposure and looks than I had anticipated.
I was relieved to find that I was the only one waiting for the elevator, or so I thought. As the door was closing a hand shot in at the last minute causing the door to reverse direction and open. A man and young boy, father and son, got on, followed by a woman. Maybe I am a beautiful woman because the boy couldn’t take his eyes off me, then again maybe there was another reason. The woman got off on the second floor and the stop afforded the boy more time to stare at me as he and his father rode up to the third floor with me. I had worried about checking in but as I set my purse on the counter and fished out my wallet and handed the receptionist my medical card she smiled and asked how my day was going. Once the check-in procedure was done she asked if I knew which waiting area I needed to go and I said I did.
The waiting area was empty and even more important at the time there was a restroom for use by either gender. Coming out of the restroom I discovered the father and son duo sitting there and the son took up where he had left off with his apt attention of my feminine beauty. There were others in the waiting area now as well, two mothers, one with a daughter and one with a son, an attractive young lady. Now if I had been the attractive young lady I’d have been a bit miffed that I wasn’t getting the attention that this older woman was getting – as attractive as she may be. I was a bit uncomfortable sitting about four or five feet away but right in front of the young boy so I moved down the row of seats a bit on the pretense of getting a magazine to look at. This attracted the attention of one of the mothers and a rather un-approving glare – she obviously found her own dowdy appearance paled in comparison to mine.
Well after about ten minutes, of glancing through a magazine that held absolutely no interest for me, the door opened and I heard “Barbra, you can come in now.” When I entered my Kelly, my Therapist, asked if hearing my feminine name surprised me because it seemed like it took a moment before I realized that I was Barbra and I had to admit that yes it caught me off guard. I thanked her though for using my feminine name in front of the other patients.
We talked about my choice of clothes and I told her that originally I was going to wear a dress but decided on the jeans and top in hopes that I might blend in better. She agreed that it was probably a better choice but then added that for my next session she wanted to see me in a dress or skirt. I spent a really enjoyable 55 minutes with Kelly and was surprised at just how comfortable I felt as Barbra with her. We also talked about my going on some sort of HRT, but that is a story for another time.
After the session I drove home and spent the rest of the day as Barbra and nearly twelve hours in heels of one sort or another, which my feet let me know about the next day.
I believe I was a lesbian in a previous lifetime.
Originally Posted by Veronica Lodge
