MY PETTICOATING EXPERIENCES PART EIGHT
from Richard

(Disclaimer: This is based on experiences I had, though I am adding a bit to cover what my mother's side of the story was, that is based on what I was told happened. It's a long enough story that it will likely cover several posts.)

The day that I had the doctor's appointment came around, and my mother had taken the day off work. As I came downstairs for breakfast, she was there already sipping a cup of coffee and relaxing.

"You should wear a dress or skirt today," my mother said as I grabbed the milk from the refrigerator for a bowl of cereal. "Your appointment is just shortly after lunch."

I stopped dead in my tracks. "You want me to wear a dress to the appointment?" I was quite surprised.

"Come sit down and get your breakfast and we'll discuss it," she said. Once I had my cereal and started eating she began to talk again. "I really do think you should wear a dress or skirt today, maybe either your sundress or that sleeveless green one you like so much. The square front on that one seems to work really well with you not really having breasts."

"But," I started, "but, aren't they going to know I'm a boy?"

"They are," she reasoned, "but they also already know you like to dress as a girl. If you didn't, there really wouldn't be a reason for them to be seeing you about this if you think about it."

I had to admit, she was right. This was the reason she had made the appointment. "I know," I said, "but when I started this I thought it was only going to be family that would know. The doctor is going to know pretty easy that I'm not a girl."

"The doctor already knows you're not a girl," my mother explained. "When I talked to her about it, it was because she deals with several patients who are like you, men or boys who want to be women or girls. Besides, the doctor can't say anything to other people without our okay, there's a very important thing called doctor-patient confidentiality that she has to uphold.

"The thing is," my mother continued, "if you really want to be a girl, then there are things that can be dealt with to help in that regard from a medical perspective. Even if you're not sure, doctors like her have been helping people figure it out, so I think it's quite worthwhile for you to go. From there, it makes sense for you to go dressed as a girl. This way she can see how well you do as a girl, if this is something you're really trying to do or if instead you don't really care about it."

Everything made sense, I couldn't argue. I tended to be very logical as it was, and my mother knew how to use that with me. After breakfast, I went back to my room and grabbed my sundress together with a clean bra and pair of panties. I showered and took some time to work on my hair and makeup. Once I finished, I went downstairs to let my mother inspect things, and she suggested I should also paint my fingernails and toenails for the day.

I went back to get the nail polish and then sat down at the table to do my fingernails and toenails. My sister and stepsisters had come down for breakfast during this time, all were curious as to why my mother had the day off from work. She explained to them that she was taking me to a doctor's appointment a little later in the day, which they accepted until they saw me walk in wearing the sundress with the nail polish in my hands.

"You're going to the doctor wearing a dress?" was the first question.

"Now hold on, girls," my mother interjected, "yes, he is wearing one of his dresses to the doctor today, and there's an important reason why. He's dressing enough that he may want to be a girl and the doctor is going to try and help him figure this out. There's men who want to be women and boys who want to be girls in this world, and doctors can help make that happen, so Richard is going in to talk about whether or not he wants to be a girl."

The girls accepted it, and my younger stepsister even wanted to help me paint my fingernails if I would help with hers. Considering I found it easier to use my right hand to get a smooth coat, I agreed. My mother looked over the final work, together with my makeup and hair, and declared me presentable.

Shortly after lunch, we headed down to the complex where my mother worked. It was a very large medical complex, with six floors of offices with doctors of all different sorts. She took me to one office and had me sit down to wait while she checked me in. Once done, she came back over and sat down, letting me know the doctor was fifteen or twenty minutes behind, so it would be a little bit.

There wasn't a lot to do, this was back before the days of smartphones or handheld gaming devices. I sat quietly, thinking to myself about why we were in the office. I wondered to myself about the few other people that were in the waiting room. Were they there because they were wanting to be women instead of men or vice versa? How common was it for there to be boys like me?

It seemed like quite a while of all the usual medical office comings and goings before I heard the nurse open the door to the back and ask, "Richard?" My mother stood up and motioned for me to follow. I was embarrassed beyond belief. Here I was, decked out head to toe as a girl, and when they had called out my name, it let everyone know I was a boy.

The nurse took us back while she looked over my chart. I had been seeing doctors in this network for all the years my mother had been working there, and they had a common information network, so my previous medical history was there.

"Almost fourteen?" I heard the nurse ask. My mother agreed, as the nurse led us down the hallway. "We'll get your height and weight first, but what are we seeing you for today?"

We stopped in front of the scale and she turned to face me. I don't know if she had seen me when my mother stood up to bring me in or hadn't paid attention, but she certainly took notice now that I was standing there in a dress. "Oh," the nurse said, a little surprised, "are there some gender questions today?"

"Definitely," my mother responded.

The nurse took my weight and height, then took me into the exam room to get my blood pressure and temperature. The doctor came into the room a few minutes later. She introduced herself to my mother and I, and asked what I was in to see her about today.

"Well," my mother began, "about a month ago Richard wanted to know what it was like to be a girl, so I let him dress up in my things. From there, it turned out he liked it and wanted to dress more, we ended up buying him his own things to wear. We didn't think that much of it until we found out he was wearing the girl's underwear with his regular clothes, so there's some question about what he really wants with all this."

"Fair enough," the doctor replied. "I must say, you do like nice in the dress, do you like it?" she asked me.

"Yeah," was all I could answer, I was a bit embarrassed by this.

"How often do you dress as a girl?"

"Maybe three or four days a week, I don't have too many outfits where I could do more," I answered.

"Do you do it to masturbate with? Or are you sexually active with anyone?" she continued to question.

"No, it's not to masturbate or anything," I replied, "and I'm not doing anything with anyone else." Her question did remind me of Kevin, thinking that he probably wore the panties and bra to masturbate to.

"So why do you wear the clothes then? Do you like being a girl? Do you want to be a girl?" the doctor pressed on.

"I don't know," I continued, "I like being pretty and feeling like a girl, and everyone is so nice to me about it. It's fun for me to be a girl, but I don't know for sure if I want to be a girl or not."

"Well," the doctor explained, "there's a lot to being a girl. Do you want breasts like a girl? Would you rather not have a penis and have a vagina instead?"

"Breasts might be cool," I answered. Thinking about it, at least there would be a real reason for me to need a bra. "I don't know about my penis though."
The doctor flipped through my chart as she talked to my mother and I. "It certainly sounds as if there are some gender questions here," she explained, "but I don't think things are fully clear within your mind as to what you want yet. Can you take your dress off? I need to do a brief exam."

I stood up and removed my dress, handing it to my mother. I sat back down and the doctor came over to me with her stethoscope and listened to my lungs, then had me lay down to check my abdomen. She went back to my chart and read through it.

"It says here you've had toileting troubles over the years," she noted, "plenty of incidence of nocturnal enuresis as well. That gone away?"

"He hasn't had any daytime accidents in years," my mother informed the doctor. I was glad she didn't know about all the times I'd had trouble at school in just the last year, there was at least four or five times during the day I'd wet myself. "As for the bedwetting, that still happens."

"How often?" the doctor asked.

"What, maybe three times a week?" my mother looked at me for confirmation. I could only hang my head.

"That's still quite a bit," the doctor responded. She reached into a drawer and pulled out some lubricant and rubber gloves. "It might be worthwhile to double check the prostate, especially depending on what gets done for the gender issues. I need you to pull down your panties and bend over the table, OK?"

I did as I was instructed, and felt the cold lubricant together with her gloved finger on my backside before she slid it inside me. She felt around before pulling it out, taking her gloves off and throwing them into the trash before handing me some tissues to wipe myself with, indicating I could get dressed after I was done.

"Prostate is fine," she announced. She remarked, "Not too much pubic hair yet, it looks like you haven't really hit puberty yet."

"He was a late bloomer in a lot of ways," my mother explained, "he wasn't potty trained until he was about to enter kindergarten, and we had to put him back in daytime diapers once when he was eight. They thought it was stress related from changing schools, moving, and a bunch of other major changes in our lives, he was back out of them within a month or so."

"Well," the doctor replied, "that may help you here. One of the biggest things we run into with older boys and men who want to become women is their looks. Once a boy hits puberty, the testosterone in his system will start causing the development of secondary sex characteristics. For males, that's the wider shoulders, the Adam's apple, the deepening of the voice, all of those things.

"For women, the changes are different. They get breasts, they begin menstruating, and they get the characteristic curves we know. The thing is, once a lot of these changes happen in men, they're fairly permanent and it's hard for them to look feminine without a lot of surgery, and some of those things we can't even fix for now," the doctor continued on.

"Fortunately for you," she went on, "you haven't hit the point where those changes are really happening. So I think our plan here should be as follows. First, we get you on a testosterone blocker medication to keep you from really hitting puberty and getting those male secondary sex characteristics. Meanwhile, we maybe get you in to see someone who can help you figure out if you want to be a girl or not.

"Now, if you do want to be a girl, then in a year or two we'll get you on hormones," the doctor explained. "These will give you real breasts, and start giving you the secondary sex characteristics of a woman. Depending on how that goes and how anxious you are to have things happen, a year or so after that you can probably get an orchiectomy, and once you're eighteen, a sex change. So, any questions?"

"How big of breasts would I get?" I wanted to know, "And what's an or-key…?"

"Orchiectomy," the doctor finished. "An orchiectomy is removal of the testicles. For men, that's where most of the testosterone production occurs, so removing those makes it so you don't have to take the testosterone blockers. As for size of breasts, the average size is about a cup size below what your mother has. With the male genetics, they just don't get as big."

"I think it sounds like a good idea," my mother agreed.

"What if I decide I don't want to be a girl?" I asked.

"Well," the doctor said, "being on the testosterone blockers isn't going to do anything permanent. Instead, the idea is that we keep you from developing into a man until you decide if you want to grow up into a man or a woman. This way, you can develop a very feminine body if you want to be a woman, but if you don't, you can stop the testosterone blockers and go back to being a man."

"Sensible," my mother admitted. "Anything else you want to know?"

"No, I don't think so," I answered.

"I'll get you a prescription for the blockers, I'd like to see you in a month or so," the doctor finished. "Other than that, I think the only suggestion I have for you is that you may want to come up with a girl's name for yourself, especially for when you're out in public. ‘Richard' is definitely a boy's name and there are people in this world who might hurt someone like you if they found out you were actually a boy under there."

"Good idea," my mother answered. She thanked the doctor, and we headed out to make the next appointment and pick up the prescription.

On the way home, my mother discussed the appointment with me. "So what do you think of the plan?"

"I don't know," answered honestly, "I still don't know if I want to be a girl or a boy."

"Well, this gives you time to choose," my mother pointed out. "There are a couple positives with a lot of this as well. If you get your testicles removed, you don't have to worry about getting girls pregnant!" She smiled at me with this.

"Mom!" I exclaimed. Things were already a bit embarrassing.

"Sorry," she said, "I'm just trying to get you to relax with things again. Anyhow, we need to come up with a girl's name for you. Any thoughts?"

"I don't know, I never really thought about it before," I admitted.

"Well, you were supposed to be a girl when you were born," my mother told me. "I wanted two daughters, and you were going to have all sorts of pretty clothes, and your name was going to be Tina, so what about that?"

"Yeah, Tina's not bad," I agreed.

"So Tina it is," my mother smiled.The day that I had the doctor's appointment came around, and my mother had taken the day off work. As I came downstairs for breakfast, she was there already sipping a cup of coffee and relaxing.

"You should wear a dress or skirt today," my mother said as I grabbed the milk from the refrigerator for a bowl of cereal. "Your appointment is just shortly after lunch."

I stopped dead in my tracks. "You want me to wear a dress to the appointment?" I was quite surprised.

"Come sit down and get your breakfast and we'll discuss it," she said. Once I had my cereal and started eating she began to talk again. "I really do think you should wear a dress or skirt today, maybe either your sundress or that sleeveless green one you like so much. The square front on that one seems to work really well with you not really having breasts."

"But," I started, "but, aren't they going to know I'm a boy?"

"They are," she reasoned, "but they also already know you like to dress as a girl. If you didn't, there really wouldn't be a reason for them to be seeing you about this if you think about it."

I had to admit, she was right. This was the reason she had made the appointment. "I know," I said, "but when I started this I thought it was only going to be family that would know. The doctor is going to know pretty easy that I'm not a girl."

"The doctor already knows you're not a girl," my mother explained. "When I talked to her about it, it was because she deals with several patients who are like you, men or boys who want to be women or girls. Besides, the doctor can't say anything to other people without our okay, there's a very important thing called doctor-patient confidentiality that she has to uphold.

"The thing is," my mother continued, "if you really want to be a girl, then there are things that can be dealt with to help in that regard from a medical perspective. Even if you're not sure, doctors like her have been helping people figure it out, so I think it's quite worthwhile for you to go. From there, it makes sense for you to go dressed as a girl. This way she can see how well you do as a girl, if this is something you're really trying to do or if instead you don't really care about it."

Everything made sense, I couldn't argue. I tended to be very logical as it was, and my mother knew how to use that with me. After breakfast, I went back to my room and grabbed my sundress together with a clean bra and pair of panties. I showered and took some time to work on my hair and makeup. Once I finished, I went downstairs to let my mother inspect things, and she suggested I should also paint my fingernails and toenails for the day.

I went back to get the nail polish and then sat down at the table to do my fingernails and toenails. My sister and stepsisters had come down for breakfast during this time, all were curious as to why my mother had the day off from work. She explained to them that she was taking me to a doctor's appointment a little later in the day, which they accepted until they saw me walk in wearing the sundress with the nail polish in my hands.

"You're going to the doctor wearing a dress?" was the first question.

"Now hold on, girls," my mother interjected, "yes, he is wearing one of his dresses to the doctor today, and there's an important reason why. He's dressing enough that he may want to be a girl and the doctor is going to try and help him figure this out. There's men who want to be women and boys who want to be girls in this world, and doctors can help make that happen, so Richard is going in to talk about whether or not he wants to be a girl."

The girls accepted it, and my younger stepsister even wanted to help me paint my fingernails if I would help with hers. Considering I found it easier to use my right hand to get a smooth coat, I agreed. My mother looked over the final work, together with my makeup and hair, and declared me presentable.

Shortly after lunch, we headed down to the complex where my mother worked. It was a very large medical complex, with six floors of offices with doctors of all different sorts. She took me to one office and had me sit down to wait while she checked me in. Once done, she came back over and sat down, letting me know the doctor was fifteen or twenty minutes behind, so it would be a little bit.

There wasn't a lot to do, this was back before the days of smartphones or handheld gaming devices. I sat quietly, thinking to myself about why we were in the office. I wondered to myself about the few other people that were in the waiting room. Were they there because they were wanting to be women instead of men or vice versa? How common was it for there to be boys like me?

It seemed like quite a while of all the usual medical office comings and goings before I heard the nurse open the door to the back and ask, "Richard?" My mother stood up and motioned for me to follow. I was embarrassed beyond belief. Here I was, decked out head to toe as a girl, and when they had called out my name, it let everyone know I was a boy.

The nurse took us back while she looked over my chart. I had been seeing doctors in this network for all the years my mother had been working there, and they had a common information network, so my previous medical history was there.

"Almost fourteen?" I heard the nurse ask. My mother agreed, as the nurse led us down the hallway. "We'll get your height and weight first, but what are we seeing you for today?"

We stopped in front of the scale and she turned to face me. I don't know if she had seen me when my mother stood up to bring me in or hadn't paid attention, but she certainly took notice now that I was standing there in a dress. "Oh," the nurse said, a little surprised, "are there some gender questions today?"

"Definitely," my mother responded.

The nurse took my weight and height, then took me into the exam room to get my blood pressure and temperature. The doctor came into the room a few minutes later. She introduced herself to my mother and I, and asked what I was in to see her about today.

"Well," my mother began, "about a month ago Richard wanted to know what it was like to be a girl, so I let him dress up in my things. From there, it turned out he liked it and wanted to dress more, we ended up buying him his own things to wear. We didn't think that much of it until we found out he was wearing the girl's underwear with his regular clothes, so there's some question about what he really wants with all this."

"Fair enough," the doctor replied. "I must say, you do like nice in the dress, do you like it?" she asked me.

"Yeah," was all I could answer, I was a bit embarrassed by this.

"How often do you dress as a girl?"

"Maybe three or four days a week, I don't have too many outfits where I could do more," I answered.

"Do you do it to masturbate with? Or are you sexually active with anyone?" she continued to question.

"No, it's not to masturbate or anything," I replied, "and I'm not doing anything with anyone else." Her question did remind me of Kevin, thinking that he probably wore the panties and bra to masturbate to.

"So why do you wear the clothes then? Do you like being a girl? Do you want to be a girl?" the doctor pressed on.

"I don't know," I continued, "I like being pretty and feeling like a girl, and everyone is so nice to me about it. It's fun for me to be a girl, but I don't know for sure if I want to be a girl or not."

"Well," the doctor explained, "there's a lot to being a girl. Do you want breasts like a girl? Would you rather not have a penis and have a vagina instead?"

"Breasts might be cool," I answered. Thinking about it, at least there would be a real reason for me to need a bra. "I don't know about my penis though."
The doctor flipped through my chart as she talked to my mother and I. "It certainly sounds as if there are some gender questions here," she explained, "but I don't think things are fully clear within your mind as to what you want yet. Can you take your dress off? I need to do a brief exam."

I stood up and removed my dress, handing it to my mother. I sat back down and the doctor came over to me with her stethoscope and listened to my lungs, then had me lay down to check my abdomen. She went back to my chart and read through it.

"It says here you've had toileting troubles over the years," she noted, "plenty of incidence of nocturnal enuresis as well. That gone away?"

"He hasn't had any daytime accidents in years," my mother informed the doctor. I was glad she didn't know about all the times I'd had trouble at school in just the last year, there was at least four or five times during the day I'd wet myself. "As for the bedwetting, that still happens."

"How often?" the doctor asked.

"What, maybe three times a week?" my mother looked at me for confirmation. I could only hang my head.

"That's still quite a bit," the doctor responded. She reached into a drawer and pulled out some lubricant and rubber gloves. "It might be worthwhile to double check the prostate, especially depending on what gets done for the gender issues. I need you to pull down your panties and bend over the table, OK?"

I did as I was instructed, and felt the cold lubricant together with her gloved finger on my backside before she slid it inside me. She felt around before pulling it out, taking her gloves off and throwing them into the trash before handing me some tissues to wipe myself with, indicating I could get dressed after I was done.

"Prostate is fine," she announced. She remarked, "Not too much pubic hair yet, it looks like you haven't really hit puberty yet."

"He was a late bloomer in a lot of ways," my mother explained, "he wasn't potty trained until he was about to enter kindergarten, and we had to put him back in daytime diapers once when he was eight. They thought it was stress related from changing schools, moving, and a bunch of other major changes in our lives, he was back out of them within a month or so."

"Well," the doctor replied, "that may help you here. One of the biggest things we run into with older boys and men who want to become women is their looks. Once a boy hits puberty, the testosterone in his system will start causing the development of secondary sex characteristics. For males, that's the wider shoulders, the Adam's apple, the deepening of the voice, all of those things.

"For women, the changes are different. They get breasts, they begin menstruating, and they get the characteristic curves we know. The thing is, once a lot of these changes happen in men, they're fairly permanent and it's hard for them to look feminine without a lot of surgery, and some of those things we can't even fix for now," the doctor continued on.

"Fortunately for you," she went on, "you haven't hit the point where those changes are really happening. So I think our plan here should be as follows. First, we get you on a testosterone blocker medication to keep you from really hitting puberty and getting those male secondary sex characteristics. Meanwhile, we maybe get you in to see someone who can help you figure out if you want to be a girl or not.

"Now, if you do want to be a girl, then in a year or two we'll get you on hormones," the doctor explained. "These will give you real breasts, and start giving you the secondary sex characteristics of a woman. Depending on how that goes and how anxious you are to have things happen, a year or so after that you can probably get an orchiectomy, and once you're eighteen, a sex change. So, any questions?"

"How big of breasts would I get?" I wanted to know, "And what's an or-key…?"

"Orchiectomy," the doctor finished. "An orchiectomy is removal of the testicles. For men, that's where most of the testosterone production occurs, so removing those makes it so you don't have to take the testosterone blockers. As for size of breasts, the average size is about a cup size below what your mother has. With the male genetics, they just don't get as big."

"I think it sounds like a good idea," my mother agreed.

"What if I decide I don't want to be a girl?" I asked.

"Well," the doctor said, "being on the testosterone blockers isn't going to do anything permanent. Instead, the idea is that we keep you from developing into a man until you decide if you want to grow up into a man or a woman. This way, you can develop a very feminine body if you want to be a woman, but if you don't, you can stop the testosterone blockers and go back to being a man."

"Sensible," my mother admitted. "Anything else you want to know?"

"No, I don't think so," I answered.

"I'll get you a prescription for the blockers, I'd like to see you in a month or so," the doctor finished. "Other than that, I think the only suggestion I have for you is that you may want to come up with a girl's name for yourself, especially for when you're out in public. ‘Richard' is definitely a boy's name and there are people in this world who might hurt someone like you if they found out you were actually a boy under there."

"Good idea," my mother answered. She thanked the doctor, and we headed out to make the next appointment and pick up the prescription.

On the way home, my mother discussed the appointment with me. "So what do you think of the plan?"

"I don't know," answered honestly, "I still don't know if I want to be a girl or a boy."

"Well, this gives you time to choose," my mother pointed out. "There are a couple positives with a lot of this as well. If you get your testicles removed, you don't have to worry about getting girls pregnant!" She smiled at me with this.

"Mom!" I exclaimed. Things were already a bit embarrassing.

"Sorry," she said, "I'm just trying to get you to relax with things again. Anyhow, we need to come up with a girl's name for you. Any thoughts?"

"I don't know, I never really thought about it before," I admitted.

"Well, you were supposed to be a girl when you were born," my mother told me. "I wanted two daughters, and you were going to have all sorts of pretty clothes, and your name was going to be Tina, so what about that?"

"Yeah, Tina's not bad," I agreed.

"So Tina it is," my mother smiled.


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