Crossdressed at the Dermatologist 4.0

10/17/2022

It was time for my fourth, and final, dermatologist appointment. It all started with a red spot on my face that would not go away. He froze the spot twice. This new appointment had two purposes: to check the spot, and to do a full-body exam. I crossdressed for all of my three previous appointments. I decided to wear my gray skirt, my black/white/gray printed top, black pantyhose, and my new shoes.

Dermatologist

I got out of my car in the parking lot. There was a man walking around on his cell phone. I ignored him, immediately got out of my car, and walked in. I got in line behind three people. No one was seated in waiting room. No one in line looked at me until they were seated.

When I finished in line, two people were seated in the waiting room. I sat somewhat near an older woman in some stylish navy and green plaid pants. She never looked at me.

A perky new woman called me back. She was friendly and welcoming. She led me to the room and instructed me to strip down to my underwear and get under a large paper sheet to prepare for my full-body exam. I asked her to take my picture (before the strip-down). She seemed rather happy to do it. She took a couple camera angles to make sure she got a good one. Then, she left the room for me to strip.

I took off ALL of my clothes, and put on a pair of loose, light-weight shorts. I had to do one of these exams several years ago, and I decided that I did not want to ever have to be there in my underwear ever again. The doctor and the perky lady came in later. He quickly did his exam, and I did not have to be in my underwear in front of people. I win.

After they left, I dressed and checked out without incident.

Blood Bank

I went to the blood bank and walked in. No one was at the front desk. I filled out the paperwork. Eventually, someone realized that I was not being helped and came to me. He had painted fingernails in Halloween colors, with ghosts, etc. painted onto them. I wondered if he might try to start a conversation with me. He did not. He told me to go to the waiting room while he checked me into their system. I was alone in the waiting room. A girl called me back. She was polite and quite friendly. My heart rate and blood pressure were not high (from being in public in a skirt).

I was given a bed to lie in. Only one other man was donating. A woman came to me and started working on me. She was sweet and friendly. She talked to me comfortably. She stayed with me while I donated, and she talked to me the whole time. We talked about our children and work. I filled up my bag quickly and was finished.

I went to the snack room and ate my snack alone. Near the end, a woman came in. She was waiting on her husband. We spoke only a couple of sentences. She was not donating today. Soon, her husband came in to join us. He had been refused, and did not donate. They left, and I left soon afterward.

I changed clothes and went back to work.