" "Dammit, Doc, please listen to me." "Dammit, Doc, please listen to me. I'm not a girl." "We'll get into that in a moment, Missy. Now, can you tell me why you are dressed the way you are? The Admitting Record says that you were brought here wearing a black latex leotard that exposed your breasts, buttocks, and vagina. Is that the way you like to dress?" "Doctor, Please! You've got to LISTEN to..." (Patient crying.) "Hmm, that seems right from what I can see. The strips that pass through between your legs, Missy, they actually seem designed to pull the vaginal lips apart and make them appear bigger. Why do you think that is?" "SHE made me wear this. This is my training uniform." "Trained? Amazing!" (Doctor making notes.) "I'm sure you'll tell me all about it. Let's go on, shall we, Missy?" "Admissions noted black fishnet hose, seamed, and something called ballet boots. And it says here that they have seven inch heels. I saw them when I came into the room." "I don't know if I've ever seen anything like your shoes. Do you feel more attractive wearing them? Do you find that they make it difficult for you to walk?" "You have to practice, Doc, a lot! SHE made me practice all the time. Upstairs and downstairs. I had to walk in these things all day." "See, Doc, there's a trick to it. If you hold your head really high and take the tiniest steps you can, then you can stay on your feet." "I see....I think, tell me about your collar and gloves, Missy." "I wish you'd stop calling me that! My name is Mark and I'm a MAN!" "Of course you are! Just let the sedative do it's work. You're much too excited." "Well, I do feel calmer, Doctor." "Good, let me know how your feelings change while we have this little chat." "Okay, Doc, I mean...I'm just...I don't know,..well, grateful, you know, that you're willing to listen. I just have to make somebody realize that I'm not a girl. |