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The morning of Monday, 7/17 I woke up feeling rather ordinary. (This is important as I had suffered a back injury a week prior and was having difficulty getting around the prior week and spent the entire weekend either laying down or standing. Sitting had been problematic and exacerbated any pain issues I was experiencing.) While getting ready I slipped into a pair of panties. They were dark pink with a lace back, the perfect panties to wear to work. They always make me feel sexy. Something I needed sorely after being laid up for a week. After finishing my morning routine I drove to work as I usually would around 7am.
Transit time from home to the office is typically 25 minutes, and this day was no exception. However, about 10 minutes into my drive I felt a sharp pain in my lower back. Rather than turning back I kept driving to work. My hope being that when I stood up the pain would subside. Besides, I had an appointment to have my 9-year-old Subaru serviced which was scheduled prior to my back injury. I routinely use this particular service center as they provide trustworthy service, and the location is within walking distance to work. My drop-off time wasn’t until quarter till nine so I continued on to the office and would plan to drop off my car later that morning.
After parking in the employee parking structure, I struggled to gain my strength to get out of the car. Drawing in a deep breath I calmed my nerves and pushed through the searing pain radiating from my tailbone. Now, something I hadn’t considered occurred to me. With my back in so much pain the 200m walk to the office building would be excruciating. Well, I was committed and made my way to the building with 1960’s era construction. The long and awkward walk to the building required a brief stop to collect myself while waiting for the elevator. As the elevator doors opened, I walked in, turned slowly and pushed the button for the 4th floor. The doors shut and with no one else on the elevator I readied myself for the walk to my office.
It’s a short walk from the elevator to my office, which is shared with 5 others, each of us with our own cubicle. No one else had arrived yet, this is good. I unlocked the door and shuffled to my desk space. Fortunately, my desk is a sit-stand model with electronic assist. There as no way in hell I would be sitting today so I raised the desk to the highest possible level as I attempted to straighten out my back and reduce the pain.
Within 15 minutes Marty, a friend of mine, strolled into the office. Marty asked how I was doing and seeing the agitation in my face knew I was worse for wear. He suggested I take myself to the ER to get checked out. Marty was right, I did need to go to the ER, but I had to drop my car off for service, and several scheduled meetings during the day that I couldn’t miss. After some deliberation, Marty agreed to drive me to the ER after I dropped my car off at the Subaru dealer. He was a life saver.
An hour later that’s exactly what we did. Dropping off the car was quick and painful, but relief was a short ride to the ER ahead of me. Arriving at the triage check-in the receptionist asked me to take a seat in the waiting area until being called. I was hesitant to sit down, as it would only make my back issue worse, but I thought doing so may work in my favor. Walking after being seated was very strained, so maybe the doctor could clearly see I’m truly having a serious issue. The nurse called to take my vitals and gently asked about the reason for my visit. A couple quick notes made on the computer then she directed me back to the waiting area until being called to an examination room. 10 minutes later a nurse took me back to the examination room, she handed me a gown and asked that I take my clothes down, but could leave on my pants. Phew, I thought, she asked me to keep my pants on! My panties wouldn’t be a topic of discussion, at least not yet.
In short order the ER Dr came in asking what my issue was. I explained the nature of my injury and he asked me to stand up so he could look at my back. He lightly pulled down my pants to get a feel of my spine and I felt my panties get tugged a little. OH MY GOD. The Dr. just saw my panties! Under normal circumstances this would probably be cause for excitement, but considering the situation I currently did not feel sexy… After probing my vertebra, pelvis, and sacrum he asked me to lay down and proceeded to ask why I was there. He had a rather accusatory look on his face… I stated that the pain had gotten worse this morning, and I didn’t think the muscle relaxers I was prescribed from the urgent care Dr. four days prior were doing anything to help the issue. The Dr. said he didn’t think I had a broken bone but thought an x-ray would be warranted to confirm. I thanked him as he quickly left the room to send in the order.
Moments later a nurse came by and began ushering me to radiology. The gown was opened to the back, but I had my pants on. The thought occurred to me, what if I had to undress to my underwear. That would have given plenty of people in the hospital something to look at. The brief and painful walk to radiology department ended we me standing in the small waiting area with the other patients in queue for an MRI. After a couple long minutes the lab tech directed me to the x-ray room and proceeded to give instructions.
”Okay”, the young handsome radiologist said, “Lower your pants to your knees and stand with your back against the machine”. Can do, I thought. At least he won’t see my panties.
Seconds later he walked over to me. “I just need to make a few adjustments”, he said fiddling with the x-ray camera and directing it toward my pelvis. “Let me see where you’re positioned”…
The technician pulled my gown to the side to observe how centered I was to the film backdrop, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of the dark pink lace covering my bum. The technician fiddled went back to the camera again, made two quick adjustments, then lifted up my gown. The quick flash of the front of my panties felt like an eternity to me, as if time slowed. Within the 2 seconds of the quick flash his eyes softened ever so slightly, then he went back to his work. After taking a couple images he told me we were done with the x-rays, and he’d take me back to my examination room. The technician cordially said to wait for the triage Dr. to come back and brief me on the x-ray results. He didn’t say anything about the pretty pink panties, but I could see the smile on his face.
Thirty minutes later the triage Dr came back to let me know the x-ray came back negative for a fracture, thank goodness! What I was dealing with a contusion on my sacrum. He prescribed me some pain relievers and suggested I continue resting as I had over the weekend.
I guess what your mother said is correct. Always leave the house wearing clean underwear. However, the crossdressing moral of this story is: Never take for granted the fact that you’re wearing panties. You never know when a stranger might take a peek or two at your secret. Hope you enjoyed the story.
Everything actually happened, but I added a little inuendo to zest it up. Fingers crossed it wasn’t too racy!
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