The Elevator

Last monday I went to see my internist. She’s the doctor that attends to all my medical needs besides specialized liver stuff, the domain of my hepatologist. This was a follow up visit. I have them every 6 months now that I’ve been stable for so long. What we do is look at blood work relating to my overall health and how my hormone therapy is affecting the inside of my body. Everything was good on those fronts, except I’d put on a couple kilograms since November that I need to work on. An abdominal CT later this week and I’m clear for another 6 months.

While I was in the waiting room there was a man who was being kind of inappropriate towards me. It wasn’t that he was ugly, in fact some women might consider him attractive. I would guess his age to be mid to late 30s. What turned me off was his hygiene was a bit rough, like he hadn’t showered in a few days. He also looked like he’d just come from a party at 10:00 in the morning. Maybe hungover or still under the influence.

I was reading a magazine when he entered the room and shouted, “Hello, how you doing?” to me from across the room. I looked up and smiled and went back to my magazine. I caught him leering at me a couple times when I was called into the exam room.

When the doctor and I had finished I went to the reception desk to make a follow up appointment for November. While I was doing that Prince Charming came out from his doctor visit. He was accompanied by an older man that I presumed to be his father. Once again he looked me up and down. I rushed catch an elevator out of there!

In the elevator lobby the two men approached. They were having an animated conversation about where they were going next. When the elevator door opened I stepped in. It was only 5 floors to the bottom and with Dad present Junior couldn’t give me to bad a time. I would be safe. Then he stepped into the car and said to the older man, “wait here. I’ll go get the car. The adrenaline started pumping. Before transition I would not have considered this man a threat even if he were openly hostile to me. Now I was scared.

Dad stopped the door and the continued their discussion. Dad finally decided to join us for the ride down. Relief! When we hit the main floor I let them exit ahead of me. As they went through the front door, Junior looked over his shoulder leered at me and made a kiss toward me. Later that night I shared this story with a (natal) girlfriend of mine. She gave me a knowing smile and said, " Welcome to my world".