I guess I have never considered it, but I guess there are several preconceived notions we have about occupations and their perspective appearance, I mean beyond like being conditioned to think of certain professions having a masc or femme lean or like race playing into our notions of who can have what job. I just always assumed bankers would be stiff folks who never quite look comfortable in a suit, flight attendants always come across as far too well put together for the hours they work, and doctors don't have bright neon blue hair.
I can't speak to the previous 2, but I can definitely say with confidence that the person who entered the room I was sitting in did have a lab coat and bright blue hair. As expected, I was already, flustered. I have a problem, I know, don't judge me.
They walked across the room and extended their hand to me. I shook it and looked up into their eyes. Bright green staring directly into my soul. I took a few moments to collect myself. I shook my head and looked back at them, they were speaking, as if it wasn't the first time they had said it.
"Hello? Anybody home?"
Gulp.
"Sorry, I just had a moment there. Hey, how are you doing today?"
They took a few moments to look me up and down.
"Are you okay? You look like you just woke up?"
"I'm fine."
I answered far too quickly and they appeared to take a mental note of this.
"Ah. I see."
I finally caught my breath so to speak and took a moment to look them over beyond what I had already noted. Their hair was shiny, about shoulder length, and appeared to be messy. The kind of messy hair that is far too well crafted and maintained to be an accident. Their lips were bright red and full, clearly used to smiling and laughing. The lips contrasted with everything else about them. Their facial features sharp, their eyes piercing, and their eyebrows were super well defined.
I looked down the rest of them and filed away information. Black heels, black fishnets, a charcoal grey pencil skirt that went down to their knees, blue dress shirt buttoned up all the way to their neck, and an industrial piercing on their left ear. I wasn't quite sure what I was dealing with. On one hand they came across incredibly put together and stiff, but also clearly they had a wild side, or at least pretended to.
They sat down on a stool and rolled it over to a computer in the corner of the room and began typing. Their nail polish flashed across the room as I watched them type. It was very fresh and very black. I was becoming more confused by the minute. Who was this person.
"Name?"
They asked as if they had no time for anything but the immediate correct answer. I gave it to them.
"Date of birth."
Another fast response. A glance from them and then they smiled to themselves. I was a goner.
"Are you taking any medications?"
My mouth was already giving them the answer before they finished asking.
"Do. Not. Interrupt."
I looked at them, very confused and slightly taken aback.
They asked the question once more and I let them finish. I was right on the question anyway. They paused a moment after I answered and smiled at me, their face lighting up. I sighed and melted a little at their reaction.
"See how much better that is when you wait your turn? Just do as you are asked and answer the questions like a good boy."
I blinked twice. Then a third time.
"Excuse me?"
Suddenly their confidence faded, their smirk turning to uncertainty.
"You are attracted to me yes?"
I nodded slowly.
"Is authority a turn on for you?"
I looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the response I wanted to give. They laughed quietly and stood up, now standing over me.
"Good."
They paused like that, I looked everywhere but up into their eyes as they looked down on me.
"Deep breath now. Focus on my voice."
I began breathing slower and looking down at their feet.
"Good boy. Close your eyes now and listen."
I sat as still as possible, listening to their instructions.
"You are too easy. I could see your body tense the moment you saw me. I love the attention."
They put their hand on my head and grabbed a handful of my hair.
"Know that you are going to be well taken care of while you are here with me. All you have to do is follow my instructions. I do still have to do my job and give you an exam, but there is no reason we can't have some fun with it while I do, no?"
I nodded.
"Good. So we are in agreement."
I heard a rustling of cloth and a couple of things drop to the floor softly. They stood back from me at that moment and let go of my hair.
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes and their appearance had shifted. Significantly. The conservative outer layer had disappeared. In place of the skirt and shirt, a very tight black latex dress that showed ample cleavage, red crosses were placed right were the nipples would be. They had garters connected to the fishnets that I hadn't noticed before and had dawned one of those nurses caps, matching in the material and color scheme to the dress. A black latex mask covered their mouth, but their eyes seemed to say it all. I know I'm the hottest thing you have ever and will ever see.
I gulped.
"Shall we continue?"
I nodded.
They crossed the room to a glove dispenser and snapped on a pair of black nitrile gloves, locking eye contact with me as they did so. Moments later, they began slowly crossing the room back to me, as if stocking prey. They pulled out a pen light from their lab coat and grabbed me by the chin, forcing me to stare up into their eyes.
"Stay still and take a nice long look, right at my chest."
I began breathing hard as I did so, they slid the light across my eyes, examining my dilation and response to the light.
"Oh my, you're so far gone. Are you liking the view?"
I nodded. They grabbed my chin firmly.
"Did I say you could move?"
I shook my head rapidly. Their hand clamped down on my jaw like a vice.
"Stop."
I froze.
They shook their head at me disappointed.
"All you had to do was follow my instructions and you couldn't do that."
They put their hands on their hips and cocked their head at me.
"What to do, what to do?"