I often share my sissy wife's experiences and humiliations. But I felt this was was a bit of a milestone for her as she came another step closer to fully accepting and embracing who she is. So I hope this will be entertaining, but perhaps even inspiring for those of you who are afraid or nervous to step out and share who you are.
Gosh, that was serious. Lolol.....Hopefully it will be a fun read. Here we go....
Kirsten recently had a hospital appointment scheduled for MRI scans. Considering the injury is one she has lived with since childhood and is now causing her quite a degree of pain and discomfort, when she begged me not to play I saw no reason to be cruel. Especially since it was the first time she'd had it checked in many years and was hoping for a surgical solution.
But I warned her I would expect her to be a good girl on the day, regardless of what was decided.
When the day of the appointment was close, I enjoyed starting to tease her.
"But Miss Brianna," she protested. "You said I didn't have to wear a girly top when seeing the specialist for my arm."
"But you are not seeing the specialist, Kirsten. You'll check in and see a few nurses and the technicians doing the MRI. No specialist."
"But Miss, it's still my arm. And I'll look silly wearing just a girly top for others to see."
"Oh, don't worry, Kirsten," I assured her. "I'll ensure you have something to match the top so you don't look silly."
"Please Miss Brianna. I've always been a good girl for you."
"And you will be on this occasion. You've had several medical appointments over the years where it has been revealed who you are. I don't see why an MRI scan should be any different."
She was red and trembling just at the thought. After a moment: "Yes, Miss Brianna. You're right as always."
So a couple of weeks later, with some teasing and torment about what she'd be wearing, and knowing her period had started for further embarrassment, my sissy wife woke with hope that I would choose trousers.....Little knowing I'd ordered a new pencil skirt to debut on this very occasion. Sometimes a girl just needs a good push. It's about knowing when to apply pressure and when to ease off.
She balked at the lingerie I had laid out, and then smiled, but it was kind of creased. Such a mix of emotions.
"Is that new bra for me?" she asked.
"I know you love balconette's and haven't had one in a while. It will match the top nicely, I think."
She nodded.
"And your breast enhancers."
"Miss, please don't."
"I don't see why you are fighting. You've been out plenty before today."
"But Miss....This is a hospital appointment."
"Don't you want to be seen for who you are instead of hiding?"
"Yes, Miss," she said slowly.
"Then put the bra and cleavage enhancers on....Or we could pad it and send you with real big tits if you like."
"No, Miss Brianna. Please. I'll use my inserts."
She reached into a her lingerie drawer and set the cleavage enhancers in her cups.
"Add just a pair of tights in each to fill the cups."
"Miss Brianna, I'll do as you say at the hospital, but please don't make me have obvious boobs."
"The bra is shaped to stick out a bit. You're just filling the natural shape. Protest again and you can double your tit size. Now do as you are told."
"Yes, Miss," she nodded, and reluctantly added a pair of worn, old tights to each cup.
Her tits were nice and noticeable.
I reached into her wardrobe and handed her a top. the butterfly one she likes.
"Miss?"
"Go on. Put it on."
She did as she was told and as her eyes were covered by the top passing over her head, I placed her new skirt on the bed.
"Miss, I was hoping for-"
"Sorry. I thought you said thank you."
"Yes, Miss. It looks very nice, but-"
"Put it on then."
"I thought trousers might be more appropriate and-"
I checked my watch.
"Yes, Miss. Right away, Miss."
She stepped into the skirt, zipping it up and fastening the button. It was a good fit.
"I like it so much. Thank you, Miss."
"And you'll be wearing it today."
She swallowed deeply. "I'd love to, Miss."
Per the instructions from the hospital, I then told Kirsten she would not be wearing make-up or nail polish and I asked her to find out if any were possible in the future. I was pleased that she seemed disappointed, not relieved.
Downstairs, I handed her the kitten heels she loves, and her handbag. I leaned in to kiss her, gave her bum a spank. Fixed her hair with a headband.
"You've got this," I assured her, and then watched her go.
The hospital was close to an hour away and she got panicked on the drive. She was jammed up in bad traffic and called ahead. She had two appointments scheduled. One for 8.45am; the other for 9.15am. She was doubtful she was going to make it.
"We can re-schedule if you like," the receptionist suggested.
A moment of hopeful retreat flickered through her mind.....But she thought of pleasing me, and thought of who she is. For my sissy wife it isn't just about the thrills of humiliation and being seen when she is out, although that's fun; it's about being accepted and understood that she sees herself as a woman. Inside, that's who she is.
"If I make the second, can we still do that one?"
"Yes, you have your slot. Why not try for that one and if we can still squeeze the first scan in, we will?"
"Okay. I'll keep going," she said. "See you soon."
She re-routed, which seemed to add time on to her journey, but at least she was moving and her delay gradually started to shrink. By the time she was close she figured she would just make the second appointment, and then as she turned onto the car park her heart sank.
The first time she had visited it was fairly quiet. But the car park she had chosen was quite packed. She didn't have time to find another or re-think. Before her nerves could kick in she parked and stepped out.....Only to realise that after the empty slot next to her there was a man on the far side of his car sipping from a bottle of water, looking right at her.
Kirsten quickly turned away and started to grab her things. She hurried to the parking meter and got a ticket for the day, placing it on the windshield, aware that the man was watching.
Without thinking she shot a quick bit of video to show she had not chosen a secluded spot, another man in a car looking directly at her as she panned around. Technology has me beat here, and I can't figure how to get her video to here in a time-effective way. It's just a whole bunch of cars, but that moment of realisation that a man is looking right to camera is amusing.
Then she hastily took a few pictures.
I'm not impressed with her stance and posture in this picture. I had to have words. But I love that she hasn't even noticed the car pulling in behind her.....
.....and in this following picture, if you zoom in, he is sat behind the wheel watching her take her pictures. Lolol.
So that was two or three men who watched her prance about with her parking ticket and pictures, as well as anybody else who saw.
She walked across the car park.....
....and stopped one last time near the main building.
Then she walked confidently to the entrance of the hospital, loving the sound of her heels. Taking small, balanced steps, but hurrying along with her handbag in the crook of her arm. She passed a few people who didn't seem to mind her, but then her heart sank.
The set up at the hospital is at the doors there is a place to replace your Covid mask covering with a hospital one, and then a greeter checks if you have an appointment and then directs you to the reception.
There was a queue outside the door.
Kirsten used the opportunity to snap another picture, and stood waiting her turn to go in, aware that the time of her second appointment was creeping up.
The woman in the brown coat leaving obviously had a good look at her.
Kirsten quickly joined the queue, nodding and smiling behind her mask to the middle aged woman in front, and enjoyed the chill of the morning breeze on her legs, despite the warm morning air. Every thirty seconds or so they moved forward and she stepped into the entrance to change her mask. It was then her heart sank.
The greeter was an older man who smiled directly at her. She quickly covered the lower part of her face with the new mask and sanitised her hands before stepping in.
"I see you've changed your mask, love, so just follow the queue around."
"Thank you," Kirsten said, aware he spoken pointedly enough that a few heads turned.
My sissy wife does this thing once she is out. She has blinkers on. She just stays focussed on what's ahead and doesn't worry about what's behind or in her peripheral vision. It does impress me. No dithering. Just in some kind of zone where she becomes herself without fear....Standing still terrifies her, aware that she can't move no matter who looks or laughs, so she slowly slipped into that comfortable spot of not caring. She was out for herself, and for me. It didn't matter what others thought.
She moved forward, closer to the old man, who was directing people to the reception or sending them back as they came in to switch to a hospital mask, and then she was next in line.
The old man looked her up and down, and Kirsten wondered what he was thinking, what she'd do....She twitched a little and was thankful she was on her period, pad in her panties in case she had an accident, despite the embarrassment and humiliation that would cause later.
"Go on to the second window," he told her, and she walked away, the tiniest wiggle in her step.
"Hello there," the woman on reception said.
"Hi. I called ahead that I was running late. I think I've about made my second appointment."
The receptionist took her name and checked. "Yes. We can still get you in. On your way out we can reschedule the first scan."
"That's great. Sorry if I've messed you around."
She waved her hand. "At least you let us know. Now then...." she confirmed a few details and ran through a Covid check-list. "You're about set for the reception at the end of the lobby there."
Kirsten nodded.
"I'd just like to check...Is there a name you'd prefer for the day? Considering...."
My sissy wife blushed a little. "Kirsten....My name is Kirsten."
"So for check-ins they'll use your given name, but I'll put a little note."
She handed the papers over. Kirsten headed down the entrance hall to the second reception which spans the width. Patients then go off to the left or the right. She stood in line for a minute and was then called forward by an attractive woman.
"Hi there," Kirsten said. "I'm running a bit late but was told you could still squeeze me in."
She handed over her papers, and the attractive woman gave them a scan.
"MRI's are over at the other side," she smiled politely. "Have a good day."
Kirsten thanked her. Everybody was being so kind, as would be expected in a professional environment. But there hadn't even been so much as a raised eyebrow. And that last receptionist was so attractive. Her little clit got twitchy again at the thought of someone so gorgeous seeing and accepting her.
She walked to the other end of the large area, aware she was passing across the queuing people. But she moved confidently and didn't blush, handing her papers in at the next perspex portal where two women were waiting.
They got her checked in without batting an eyelid. "Have a seat, Kirsten. It will just be a few minutes."
It was a short walk to the seating area where just one other woman was waiting. The chairs were spread apart, and after taking a second to sneak a couple of pictures.....
....before sitting, her legs crossed at the knee like a good girl. Totally natural for her.
She dug in her handbag for a sip of water, and was about to take her cross-stitch out to work on when the woman was called through. A minute later a man appeared and shouted: "Mr ***** ******."
Apparently he hadn't seen the note about my sissy wife's name. Lolol....She stood up shyly, walked to him and was escorted through to an area with four cubicles.
He explained about the scan and ran through a brief check-list of items to be removed, such as jewellery.
"Because of the hooks, you'll have to take your bra off, but I'll make sure you are covered."
My sissy wife nodded and smiled as she continued to answer questions about metallic implants, and the like.
"What about my tights?"
"Keep them and your knickers on.....Any medical patches?"
"No," Kirsten said, and then, terribly humiliated, asked nervously: "What about my pad?"
"Sorry?"
"Well, it's not a patch but it is against my skin. I just wondered...."
"It should be fine but I'll double check. Somebody else will be with you soon, but for now here's a gown. Please use that cubicle and undress, and then take a seat here."
Kirsten did as she was told, amazed she had asked so directly about her pad and the fact there had been no real fuss about why she had it. She undressed.....
.....put on the gown, being sure to tie it at her clit, and over her little breasts with the cord at the top.....
.....and then emerged from the cubicle. She sat down and waited, handbag at her side, clothes in a basket. Another woman came and went from a cubicle but didn't appear to notice her tights, and then a scan technician named Julie appeared.
"Come on, love. Let's get you checked out."
Kirsten was escorted through to the next room where the scanner was after being told to put her handbag and basket against a wall just outside the doors. She loved the familiarity in which she was being addressed.
But nothing could prepare her for Julie's next question.
"Tom tells me you are on your period?"
Kirsten blushed, shuffling her feet. "Yes....I....My wife thinks it helps with my mindset so I've been on a cycle for several years."
"We all go through it," Julie smiled. "I know you are scared because of where the pad is, but everything will be fine. Nothing to worry about."
Kirsten answered the questions again about metallic items and the like, and was then directed to lie down on her back.
"Your first scan will be in here. The second will be in the next room."
"Oh. That's great. You can still do them both?"
Julie nodded, asking Kirsten to shuffle slightly into a better position for the scanner, and then asked her to raise her legs while she positioned a cushion under them.
"I know it's natural for you," she told Kirsten, "but no crossing your legs. Not even at the ankles."
Kirsten nodded.
"Music?"
"No, thanks. I'll just day-dream."
"In you go then." Julie placed a buzzer in her lap. "Stay as still as possible and just buzz if you need me."
Inside the chamber, the noises began, and Kirsten found herself needing to cough after about five minutes. She held onto it as long as she could, but then it exploded out. She repositioned and thought about all that had happened today, how open and kind the staff had been. She closed her eyes, aware that she was twitching. She panicked a bit, wondering if it could be seen on the scan, which made things worse. She started to leak, warm cum dribbling into her pad. She was terrified it would be seen and-
"All done," Julie said, pushing a button so Kirsten emerged from the chamber. She didn't realise but she'd been in the chamber about twenty minutes. Julie smiled. "Tom said you were naughty."
Kirsten thought about her clit, nestled in the warm stickiness of her flow. Her face turned from red to white in seconds. Oh God.
"Oh, you're not in trouble. He just said your coughing made a mess of things for a few seconds," Julie laughed.
Kirsten was so relieved as she was instructed to sit up. Her excitement and flow had not been seen.
"Can I ask something?" she said.
"We have a few minutes before the next room is ready."
"I feel kind of naked without my make-up and nails."
"In future you can get away with a little. Mascara, for example. But you must remember to avoid metallic products and glitter."
"So, my natural, light day-look would have been fine?"
"Absolutely. But don't worry. I think you are doing so well. Let's get you back to your handbag while I reset in here."
Kirsten waited in an area that had a curtain pulled across. She sat, and then took a couple of quick pics, hoping the curtain wasn't pulled back at just that moment.
She sat back down, demure, legs crossed, just as a different woman entered.
"Kirsten?"
"Yes," my sissy wife nodded. "Hi."
"I'm Cynthia. I'll be doing your next scan in the other room. We have to do the checks again, so I'll just be a second running through things."
They worked through the check-list and then moved into the other MRI room. Another woman said hi, and that she would be conducting the scan.
Kirsten thanked her. She was younger, with her hair pulled back.
The positioning this time was slightly different as Kirsten had to get her shoulder jammed firmly into a cup while lying on her back. Once more the cushioned legs and instructions not to cross, and Kirsten noticed something she had missed last time. The focus on her tights rather than socks.
"Oh, excuse me," Cynthia said, "your gown has come open."
Kirsten blushed as the nurse covered her up, aware that her panties would have been on view, no sign of her little clit tucked away, but the wings of her pad would have been so apparent.
"Better?" Cynthia asked.
"Yes. Thank you. Sorry about down there."
Cynthia laughed. "Don't worry about it."
Kirsten thought if she was a man, she would have no chance with such a woman. She would laugh her ass off and send her out of the room, blushing at her inadequacies. Leaking again, she fidgeted.
"Don't forget to be still." She was asked about music again, and then put in the noisy chamber.
Overall, she was pleased with how the day was going. She felt really confident about who she was, and felt like she was accomplishing something. That she had taken a big step.
She came out of the chamber, unaware when she sat up that the gown had now slipped open at the top.
Cynthia smiled. "Best cover up. Your little boob is showing."
"Oh God," Kirsten blushed, quickly tying the cord. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry. Just us girls here. You'll be dressed with your bra on in a few minutes."
"Thank you. Is it finished then?"
"Yes. Just head through those doors to your left for your handbag and basket. And then back to the cubicles to change. Once your scans have been looked at, somebody will write or give you a call."
"Thank you, Cynthia. And will you please thank the others. You've all been so professional and kind."
"I'll pass it on. It's nice of you to say. Good luck on everything, Kirsten."
She headed off, feeling good except for the boob mishap. Back in the cubicle she thought about the morning she'd had. For a couple of minutes, she tried to recreate the boob mishap.
I'm happy with the development of her little tits. She yearns for bigger, and I would love them to be, but we have to be careful because of our son. So looking down at her chest she thought they looked, and felt, great. But when she checked the pictures, she was disappointed. But she didn't let that feeling sour her mood.
Dressed again, she stepped from the cubicle without hesitation and dropped her gown in the appropriate basket. As she left she nodded her thanks at the MRI reception, not concerned by the patients arriving. She walked down the long hallway, loving the sound of her heels. They empowered her, reminding her of who she was.....She remembered going out in those early days, so afraid the sound of heels would draw attention and stares and laughter. But now she embraced the looks.
She stopped for another picture in that wide hallway, aware patrons of the little coffee shop and charity gift store could see her.....
.....and then continued to the main doors, stepping out into the world as the woman she is, for anybody to see.
Mistress Brianna xx