foppish older dandy PSYCHIATRIST forcemasc where he takes “professional interest” in your transition. Walk with me.
“are you on t? no? well that just won’t do! let me take care of that for you. no worries, it’s absolutely integral to your care!” and he schedules you for a follow up far sooner than average.
maybe he’s a little enthusiastic; maybe a little off topic, but, hey, it is integral to your care. he’s your psychiatrist, gender euphoria will certainly improve your mental health.
by the second appointment not even a month later, he’s asking if you’ve gotten your script yet.
“you haven’t done your first injection yet, have you? oh, wonderful! i was hoping i’d be the one to show you. i just wouldn’t want you injecting improperly, that’s all.”
bit weird for a psychiatrist, but he’s still a doctor. of course he’d want to make sure you’re not about to accidentally inject an air bubble or something. so you lift your shirt and pull the waistband of your pants down a little.
his manicured hands are cold and linger far too long and you wonder if he should be wearing gloves if he’s so concerned about safety. he talks as he does the shot, though nothing he says is the explanation he promised.
“you know, i had no one to show me how to do this when i was your age. but that’s not something you have to worry about. you’ve got me now.”
ah. that explains it. he’s trans too. it’s personal for him, that’s why he’s so invested.
this time, your next appointment is a week later. much sooner than the last. and again, he’s doing your shots for you. cold hands lingering on the soft, warm skin of your hip. telling you exactly what changes to expect.
you lose count of how many weekly appointments you’ve had, but he doesn’t. each visit he’s documenting the changes he notices. not for your chart, just for himself.
as the hair on your body grows more prominent, your voice deepens, and he can’t possibly make the touches linger any longer, he insists on a physical.
since when do psychiatrists do physicals? as if the weekly appointments for your t shots weren’t odd enough.
“just a bit of professional interest, that’s all. now, be a dear and strip so i can get a proper look at you.”
