You are on an adventure. You are dressed in a suit that hugs your muscular body perfectly, revealing your masculine form and making you feel powerful and strong. In fact, you've never felt more of a man than you do now, and the way people look at you, you think they feel the same way. You stride into the doctor's office, knowing exactly what you want and confident you can pay for it.
As you approach the receptionist's desk, you can feel her eyes scanning up and down your body, appreciating every inch of you. "I have an appointment with Dr. Smith," you say.
"Of course," she says. "You can wait over there if you'd like."
You sit down in a chair in the waiting room, your masculine frame barely able to fit. Your muscles bulge against the fabric of your suit, and you're sure everyone in the room is watching. The wait is agonizing, and you can feel the anticipation building within you.
After what seems like an eternity, the door opens and a nurse calls your name. You stand up and follow her through the door and into the examination room. She instructs you to undress and put on a hospital gown, and you do as she asks, your hands trembling with excitement. When you're finished, she leaves, and you're alone, waiting for the doctor.
Finally, the door opens and Dr. Smith enters the room. She's a tall woman with dark hair and glasses, and she has an air of confidence and authority about her. She smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back.
"So," she says, looking at your chart, "what can I do for you today?"