Crossing Texas – Chapter Twelve
“OK, young lady, that’s it for today. You may go back and get dressed, then tell your aunt to see the receptionist to schedule your next appointment,” said Janet. With the photo session finally over and I still naked except for my maroon high heels, I slipped out the door and into the hallway. It was empty except for the receptionist, who had just exited the ladies room. She stared at me as I minced down the hallway in my heels. When I opened the door to the small examination room I was surprised to see it occupied: Dr. Jenkins was there with a middle-aged woman and her daughter, a thin girl of high school age. The girl stared at me, smiling, while her overweight mother scowled.
“Please, young lady,” Dr. Jenkins said sternly, “get dressed! You absolutely cannot walk naked around here. Take your clothes and dress in the ladies room.”
I apologized profusely to them as I entered the tiny examination room and gathered up my dress, bra, panties, slip and pantyhose. As I grasped my purse my bra fell to the floor, and when I bent down to pick it up I couldn’t help but give the woman and her daughter an unwanted, up close look at my hairless ass.
“Look, mom,” the girl whispered, “that boy wears a dress exactly like the one you bought me for my birthday. That’s so cute!”
“No,” the mother said aloud, “that boy is disgusting.”
The ladies room was down the hall. Luckily it was vacant. I entered a stall and hurriedly dressed. An enormous sense of relief came over me when, fully dressed at last, I stepped before the full-length mirror and straightened my hair. True, I still looked ridiculous wearing a girl’s dress, but at least I was no longer naked. I hurried to the waiting room and was immensely relieved to see Sara there, still waiting for me. More and more I was becoming dependant upon this beautiful girl who, it seemed, tried her best to smooth the hard edges of my punishment.
By the time we were seated safely in Sara’s car, I felt as if I had been twisted and torn; emotionally I had broken from my moorings. Desperately I grasped Sara’s hand, put my head to her breast, and started to cry. I could smell the scent of her clothes, her perfume, her body, as I closed my eyes, weeping softly.
After a few minutes I gained a semblance of control.
“Oh, Sara, I said between sniffles, “I can’t do this anymore. I simply can’t. You can’t imagine how humiliating it was. It’s horrible. Maybe I should just run away.”
“It’s OK, Pamela. It’ll get better.” She gently hugged me as my head cradled upon her breast.
“If you leave now it’ll be worse, I’m sure. Amanda has many incriminating photos of you, and she has your drivers license, so she knows your home address. Not only will you be imprisoned, but your family and friends in Iowa will receive all those photos. But then, I don’t know., maybe they will accept the sight of you in lingerie and dresses.”
“She would do that?”
“Yes, Pamela, you know she will.”
“What can I do, Sara. What?”
“Just relax, Pamela. The nurse told me that, at this very moment, you have more female hormones coursing through your bloodsteam than does any real woman. In one sense, you’re now more female than I am. Once the hormones take hold you’ll feel less anxious about being, well., feminine. Then things will feel better to you.”
“You mean that shot the doctor gave my was hormones?”
“Female hormones, Pamela. Now stop crying. Oh, by the way, the receptionist mentioned to me that you have sexy legs.”
“I suppose that’s a compliment, Sara. I don’t know. I’m really confused.” I was silent for awhile as Sara drove back to the hotel. Why, I wondered, did I cry so easily. Was it the hormones? I felt confined, trapped in my new existence.
“Mistress,” I whispered as I wiped my tears with a tissue Sara had handed me, “I’ve fallen very much in love with you.” I saw Sara briefly smile, but she said nothing.
s they did each afternoon, Janet, Kim and Mary met at the building’s snack bar for break This day they were joined by Joyce, the receptionist.
“I had no idea,” Joyce said as she set her coke onto the table, “I just assumed it was just another girl. Then his aunt whispered that Pamela was “sort of a boy”. Well, really! A boy in a short sexy dress. I just tried not to stare, but Jesus.”
“You should have been with me in the exam room,” Janet said.
“I tried to be professional. But when he wiggled out of his panty girdle, and I saw that small, withered cock, it was too much!”
“So you made the boy prance around the clinic, naked,” Kim said with a hint of anger.
“He was completely humiliated, Janet, in front of everyone!”
“No, Kim, he wasn’t entirely naked. I allowed the boy to wear his pretty high heels,” Janet laughed.
Mary added, “Serves him right. We women have it bad enough as it is, what with the lack of available guys in this city. I don’t like the idea of having to compete against pretty boys in dresses.”
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Twelve.
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