Some of you have been following my entries entitled "Non -Surgical Facelift". I wanted to add something that happened last week under a new heading.
First, let me give a little background. I have been going to a doctor who specializes in women's hormonal problems. With her clientele, she decided to start doing anti-ageing therapies. She now does laser work to lift sagging faces without the need of a facelift, photo facials, facial fillers, Botox, etc. As a general contractor, I have bartered an exchange of her services on me for building her a new office at my cost later this year.
When we first met she did not know of my feminine side. She explained that the treatments she would do would make me look younger but she would back off before they started making me look feminine. I asked if we had doctor/patient confidentiality and she answered "Of course". I then told her about my feminine side and told her to not hold back on the treatments. She became excited and said "This is going to be so much fun!"
The person who does many of the treatments is her esthetician, Kathy. She has been doing the photo facials, the laser tightening, the Botox, etc. She is a lovely lady and we laugh during most of our sessions.
She planned to do some laser tightening of my waist and love handles this past week. She asked me if I would object to one of the nurse practitioners watching the sessions so she could do them someday in the future. I said that would be fine.
The other lady joined us in the room and the first thing Kathy asks me to do is to remove my shoes and socks so that she can weigh me. I asked why this was important and she said if I remained at the same weight or lost weight and my waist didn't decrease in size, she was doing something wrong. However, if I gained weight, no laser would counteract my piling on the pounds.
So, here is the deal. I had gone and got a pedicure a few days before....bright coral-red. I told her that I would get on the normal scale and tell her what I weighed.
"No!" she answered. This scale also checks your body fat percentage. Take off your shoes and socks and get on the scale".
"How about next time?" I asked in fear. "My feet stink since I just finished working out at the gym".
The other lady said "Kathy is the boss. Just take off your shoes and socks and get on the scale".
I asked the nurse practitioner to step outside for a moment so I could talk to Kathy in private. When she left, I asked Kathy "Has Doc talked to you about me? Do you know that I am transgendered?"
She was very sweet and answered "Yes, I know." I knew that it only made sense that the doctor told her about me so she would know my objectives and how to better achieve them but it had never come up during all of the sessions and our constant laughter.
I quickly took off my shoes and socks, stepped on the scale, and got weighed. I put the shoes on and then asked the nurse practitioner to step back in. She had to be confused thinking "This person is lying on the table with no shirt, jeans pulled down to the privates, waiting for the treatments and is afraid to have their feet seen......strange!"
Two days later, I stopped by the office and left an album of photographs and writings of Jeanette. I wanted her to know a little about what made me tick. She could not have been nicer.
I am happy that she knows but I can think of several hundred ways I would have rather found out she knew.
