Doctor's Orders | CLOSED
Despite the limitations on wardrobe at Pennhurst, Mac made her best attempt at dressing up, wearing remotely the same drag she wore during her first arrival. A green and black flannel shirt covered a pair of small black shorts, thigh high stockings covered most of her exposed flesh along with a pair of black Demonia platform boots. Mac had darkened her sky blue eyes and fixed her platinum blond hair to her personal liking.
She paced down the halls of Pennhurst Asylum, passing several patients and students along the way. Most of them barely offered her a glance, but there was the occasional deviant who stopped, just to stare from her near exposed chest to the rest of her slim physique. But none did she bother any attention to. Her mind was solely fixed on only one person, the handsome doctor with a dark past and a twisted mind; Mason Hathaway. Despite the difference of a decade set between them, Mac intended on making him hers--something she's never bothered to do before.
Having scheduled an appointment for a visit, it was where the young girl now headed, just a few more feet ahead. She could see the door already, and her heart pace quickened with excitement and anticipation. Coming to a slow stop just outside his office, Mac took a deep breath, reclaimed her adult-like persona, then casually knocked on the door. While waiting for an answer, she placed the senses of many corpses surrounding her towards the back of her mind. Remain focused, she told herself. Don't bring them here. Her gift was sometimes something she couldn't control, but today, she didn't have any other choice.