Dottie's Back

I also overheard a hushed discussion between the two of them regarding hormone therapy. When the doctor had left the room, I bent over against the exam table and Stacy hooked my 'clitty' back onto my plug. I then stood and faced her as she applied the adhesive to my breast forms and positioned them back onto my chest. At the front desk, Stacy scheduled my surgery for the following week, and collected the several prescriptions Dr. Mindy had written.

Stacy and I left the office together and I accompanied her to her car. She grinned at me as she pulled out of the parking lot. I stood on the sidewalk and waved as she drove off to return to work. When her car was out of sight, I strutted through the lot on the way to my bright red Civic. A single thought occupied my mind during the short walk: I will have REAL boobs! I couldn't remember ever being so excited about anything before.

I felt a warm breeze blow up my thighs and reached back to hold my short, purple and white checked skirt down. A bright white thong kept my 'clitty' and plug hidden. When the wind died down, I released my skirt. Reaching up to my chest, I adjusted the matching suspenders to lie on either side of my imitation boobs. My tight white crop top further emphasized my braless tits while leaving the majority of my stomach exposed. 5-inch purple platform heels completed the outfit.

Walking through the parking lot, trying to remember where I parked, I felt men staring at me as I wandered aimlessly until I finally found my bright red Civic. As I opened the door, I heard a man shout behind me, "Looking good sweetie, looking very good!"

I turned to see an average looking, middle aged man in a suit staring at me with the well-known look of lust in his eyes. I smiled a wicked smile and waved to him, my arm up high enough to expose more of my midriff and raise my skirt enough to flash him a glimpse of my panties. His jaw fell and a look of shock covered his face. I smiled even brighter as I was reminded of how easy it is to get a rise out of a man, and his pants were definitely rising. I briefly considered approaching him and introducing myself, but was dying to get to Kim's house and tell her about my upcoming surgery. While driving out of the parking lot, I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw him watching me leave, holding his briefcase over his groin.