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Date: Mon, 05 Mar 2007 18:57:45 +0000

From: Annie O <annie_00@hotmail.com>

Subject: (TG) Points Chapter 1

I was on my way to a treatment center in the country. The

clinic was 100 miles from home and in an obscure place. I

had tried to find information about the Charles Hawthorne

Clinic on the web, but nothing had come up.

I began this journey when I decided to tell my primary care

physician about my crossdressing habits. I had been living

with this ever since coming into puberty. I was 38 now and I

decided I needed a new life. It was embarrassing when I

brought the subject up with my doctor, certainly nothing

that I had looked forward too. No one new about my nasty

little habit, but now my doctor knew.

I don't know why I was trying to change other than I wanted

to try a life without living in the "closet". I was dressing

a lot in the secrecy of my home, and I felt it was time for

a change. The crossdressing gave me pleasure, but it did not

seem "normal" and I was making a conscious effort to break

the habit. I had already felt better when I blurted out

about my crossdressing to my doctor.

He did not appear to be shocked; he just began writing notes

in my medical journal. He had asked why I did this along

with a few other questions. I had responded to him that it

was to relieve stress. I had lied to him but I felt it

didn't matter. I had told him that I did not get aroused, I

did not want to be a girl and I did not dress that often.

I also told him that I did not use crossdressing for any

perverted sexual act. I had said that I just liked the feel

of the soft undergarments and it made me happy to be dressed

in feminine clothing. The dressing made me relax. He

commented that if it brought me pleasure and relaxed me,

that I should not be concerned. He then continued with more

questions.

I replied no to a desire to be with other people either male

or female when dressed and I was very forceful when I

replied absolutely not to looking at pictures of other

crossdressers or nude men on the internet. I just was not

that kind of person. I knew all of this was a lie as I

answered his questions but I did not want to admit to any of

this.

He suggested that I check into this Charles Hawthorne

Clinic, it specialized in people that were struggling with

difficult habits such as mine. My physician assured me that

my medical plan would cover the cost and that I should be

prepared to be away for 3 weeks.

He then told me to stand and that I was going to be

examined. It was time to be checked for typical male

problems and I was told to drop my pants. I got very, very

nervous and said that I did not need an exam at this time, I

was feeling fine, I had no medical issues and I had come in

to speak with him about my crossdressing habit. I had just

wanted to talk.

He then looked at me and asked if I were wearing panties; I

replied no and I turned red in the face. He approached me

and put his arm on my shoulder and said relax, but that I

was to unbuckle my pants and drop them.

I felt sick to my stomach because I had lied about the

panties. I told him thank you and started towards the door,

when he told me in a very forceful voice to stop and turn

around and drop my trousers. He said that he needed to check

me before I entered the clinic and besides it was time for

my annual physical.

I don't know why I stopped and turned, but I did and then I

found myself unbuckling my trousers and I let them drop. To

my total embarrassment, I was standing there not only in a

lacy black thong, but I also had nylons and a garter belt on

as well. My little boy-clit as I called it was noticeably

wet in the front of my panties and was a little hard. I had

never been so embarrassed. He assured me that it was all

right, I was not the first person that he treated who liked

to dress as a girl.

I then began stammering while I was trying to explain the

clothing. He told me to be quiet in a very gentle voice and

that I should stop worrying.

He then asked me to remove my shirt and step out of my

trousers. What was I thinking when I left home this morning,

again I was about to be humiliated, I was wearing a little

camisole as well. I felt lucky that I was not wearing my

bra. There I stood in a thong with nylons, a garter belt and

a camisole. I was only missing my bra, wig and makeup. I

was standing in front of a man, my doctor, dressed like a

girl, wet and a little hard and obviously lying to him as

well.

He then told me pull my panties down, hearing that just made

the situation worse, then I was to bend over and grab the

gurney. I felt his finger enter me and move around. Normally

I would not like this, but I caught myself pushing down on

his finger and moving my hips. I immediately froze. He did

not say anything, but his finger remained in me longer than

past check ups. He then pulled out and I remember feeling a

little disappointed. My little clit was getting hard and he

told me to face him. I looked down and there was a little

glisten on the head of my clit. He wiped the tip of my clit

with a Kleenex, which just made it glisten more.

He then had me to do the usual cough, but this time he

massaged my scrotum and rubbed the head of my clit. I got

real hard. He did not say a word but he told me to pull up

my panties.

As I pulled them up, he then explained to me very calmly how

to properly tuck my balls into place and then trap my penis

between my legs so as I would look smoother in front. He

asked me to come closer to him and he gently pushed my balls

up and then bent my penis back. Then he pulled my panties up

very tight so my penis stayed back in place. He reached

behind me and pulled the thong deeper into my ass. I just

stared at the ceiling. Doesn't that look better he asked?

Without looking, I nodded yes.

Don't worry he said, I am not making advances; I just want

to show you the correct way to tuck, before you hurt

yourself. I did not know what to think other than I was

frightened.

I was then instructed to sit, which I quickly did. The chair

was cold on my penis which touched the chair because it was

between my legs. I jumped up then sat again.

I'm sorry he said, I don't know what I was thinking. Just a

second he said. My doctor stood and went to his desk,

pressed the intercom and said "Nancy would you please bring

in a robe". In what seemed like a second, the door opened

and in came his nurse Nancy carrying a pink nylon robe. The

doctor asked in there was something less feminine and Nancy

said no.

This was the worse thing that could have happened. Nancy

glanced over at the doctor, and then looked at me. My doctor

had seen me dressed as a girl, now his nurse, this was crazy

I thought.

Nancy told me to stand so that she could help me with the

robe. I did as told, Nancy glanced at the doctor after

putting the robe on me; he had turned away and was entering

information on his computer. Nancy then grabbed the thong

strap in the back and pulled it, then ran her hand along my

ass. She then had me sit.

The doctor turned then he assured me as I sat there in

girl's underwear that I was not the first man that he had

treated. Also he told me that he did not see this as a very

big issue; that many men dressed in clothes of the opposite

sex. I sat there listening with my legs crossed, my ass cold

because I was wearing a thong. I was shaking a little

because of the cold and because of what had just taken

place.

Finally the doctor said that he needed to do a series of

tests before I left. It would help me achieve the results

that I wanted. He also said that he had personally treated

43 other men who liked to crossdress and asked him for help.

All of them were very satisfied with the results.

He then asked me to follow Nancy to another treatment room

where this series of tests could take place.

To be continued