Hi,
Next week I will be seeing a new urologist because my old one retired.
The new doctor is a woman and I have worn panties 24/7 for many years and do not own any male undies at all. My question is do I wear something like plain white cotton briefs or just wear something a little nicer like a I wear everyday anyway?
I wouldn't worry doctors have a code for medical records. Your proclivity will be on record. If this bothers you remember that doctors have an oath of confidentiality.
I would say to wear what you would normally wear as long as it's not too sexy. You would want the doctor to think you are looking for a reaction. So no thongs.
Thats a good question, typically I have always warn a VF nylon tricot full brief and just would make sure not to wear pink. Now I have been wearing a hanes hi cut nylon with the lace waistband and have thought if they would be OK. I really think as long as we are not trying to get a thrill it is OK because others can tell if we think it is a big deal. For sure the strings should stay at home.
Well I saw the Urologist yesterday and I was really unsure what to wear but then my wife and sister cam back from a shopping trip with a 3 pk of VF Perfectly Yours Lace Nouveau panties for me and on their suggestion I wore the white pair.
When I arrived for my appointment first I had to pee into a funnel attached to a computer and go to the exam room, then the nurse asked me lower my pants for a bladder scan and when the nurse saw my panties she just smiled and pulled the waist down low enough for her to scan my bladder.
Then when it came time for the doctor to do her exam she had me just stand up and take of mt pants and underwear without much notice when I dropped my pants to remove my panties. She was just apologetic about having to put me on the exam table in stirrups and put a scope up my urethra because I have a prostate infection and it hurt like hell.
When I got off the table I put on my panties right in front of her and she just keep explaining the medications she was prescribing for me and told me to come back in two weeks.
Today I had a last minuet appointment to see my Rheumatology doctor because of a hip problem. My doctor is female, Russian, blonde, maybe 35, very attractive and has a soft sexy Russian accent.
I thought we would just be discussing my recent x-rays and perhaps a change in meds but she decided I needed a cortisone injection in my hip and asked me to stand and take off my jeans and lay on my side so she could give me my shot. When I was in the right position on the table she pulled the leg opening of my white Shadowline nylon full brief panties up a few inches over my right thigh and held it with her hand cupping my right cheek fully in her hand while she gave me the shot. After the shot she had me stand with my panties on and felt my hips and also several places on my lower back.
Finally as I was putting my jeans back on she gave me a huge smile and told me to come back in two weeks.
Seems that your initial trepidation has gone and that you now have a doctor that you can be relaxed with. I am pleased for you.
We wear panties. It's normal
Last january, iwent to the doctor to due a check up, Well, my doctor wasnt there so I was asked if I wanted to see another doctor. So in order to see my doctor I would have had to wait another 2 wks and so I told the receptionist that I would see another doctor as I didnt want to wait 2 more weeks. Now! At the time, I was wearing black panties, a full slip and camisol, all black. Since the check up was about my legs I figured I was safe from exposer anywhere else. The doctor or rather nurse practitioner I saw was a young female.
I made the mistake of mentioning I had a small problem with urinating. She told me then to drop my pants so she could check my prostate. A lot of things went thru my mind, but decided to not worry about it. I told her just before I dropped my pants that I was wearing womens clothing! All she said was ok! So down went the pants, pulled up my slip and pulled down the panties. Because she now knows I crossdress and because she asked if I was comfortable being arond her now that she knew, idecided to change health care providers. Lauren is now my doctor. I havent been back since january, not because of her knowing, but because ihavent needed to. When I do go back in the future, Lauren is the one I will see. She was sweet and understanding.
Last year I went to the clinic for the walk in blood pressure test, thinking nothing of the white bra and panties i was wearing. The nurse didn't like the reading and because of previous heart problems they decided to do a ekg immediatly. i had to remove my shirt and t shirt and since my jeans were to tight at the legs i had to remove them as well. I was anxious about what the nurse might say at first but all she ask was for me to remove my bra did the test and let me get dressed I don't get worked up about nurses or doctor visits any more, I wear what I want to wear its who I am
Girls it's okay to wear our bras and panties.
Last week I had an appointment to see my dermatologist about a spot on my elbow. No big deal. I rolled in and they took me into an exam room. The assistant then said " ok, remove everything but your underwear and the doctor will be right in."
Wait...what? For my elbow?
"She wants to do a body check today for moles and any possible pre-cancerous" conditions"
Ah.
So, in a split nano second. I did a quick mental inventory.
Totally shaved and hairless from the neck down.
Tiny white cotton string bikini.
B cup breasts.
Ok
Now in the past, I have always stopped shaving a few months before a physical, worn more male underwear, and my breasts were smaller or earlier still non existant.
But, well, thought I who cares?
I stripped and waited.
The doctor, who is an attractive woman in her early thirties (I would guess) normally talks incessantly. She is quite pleasant but very talkative. She walked in and, bless her heart, never missed a beat. She continued her normal social prattle throughout the exam and not a word was said about my obviously feminine appearance.
Her assistant though provided a different reaction. The assistant is a sweet and funny slightly older African American woman (think Whoopy Goldberg) who has the task of taking notes and trying to keep up with my talkative doc. She is quite humorous normally.
Well, she walked through the door slightly behind the doctor.
It was all I could do and took every bit of self control I had to not just burst out laughing and rolling on the floor. Her reaction when she saw my chest was straight out of Roger Rabbit. Her jaw hit the floor and she pulled a literal jowl shaking triple take. Her eyes, briefly, were as big as grapefruits and practically bugged right out of her head.
It was priceless.
Of course, she recovered quickly, and after that the examination proceeded quite normally, and with no mention at all of my appearance.
It was a funny moment and one I quite enjoyed.
There was a time, girls, when I might have been mortified by this, but no more.
Rather, it seems just one more step in my acceptance of myself. Had they asked, I would have had no trouble readily explaining. They did not ask, though, so other than the one humorous moment, it was a non event.
My take away is that we often project fears that have no basis in reality, and in doing so, can be our own worst enemy.
But no more for Sammie. I just don't care anymore. Life is too short, right?
Hugs
Usually a female doctor will be more understanding. She might even ask me if I want to take hormones. Except for DVT , if she said that it would be OK , then it would be absolutely OK with me.