For a while, and then again

After another agonizing wait, Dr. Stevenson finally came and got her. He guided her back to the room and wiped her down again. He removed the glasses and she realized her vision was almost completely clear. Like Dr. Jorgensen, he kept her standing this time, but he sat down.

“Okay, Melissa. It looks like your prescription has changed a bit. I’d like to see you again in a week or 10 days for a fitting, okay? In the meantime you can wear your old ones.” He handed her a pair of contacts and waited while she put them in.

“You’ll need new glasses too, so you need to pick out frames.”

Stevenson grabbed Melissa's clothes and hustled her out the door again! Her protest died in her throat at his firm demeanor. As they got back out into the waiting room where the frames were, he tossed the clothes to Mary, not her! “Mary, she needs new frames and make her appointment late next week. Good to see you, Melissa and, of course, I expect you to be comfortable next week as well!” He grabbed a chart and headed back.

Melissa was standing frozen in the center of the waiting room. She could now see that it was almost full. Several older ladies were tutting at her exposed body and one well-dressed businessman was giving her the full treatment with his eyes. There were not one, but two teenage boys in the room and a teenage girl who was blushing almost as much as Melissa was. A couple of Moms with younger children completed the crowd. The same young voice rang out, “Look Mommy, she’s still naked! Does she ever get dressed?” The Mom shushed her son as Melissa thought regretfully, ‘No, not very often anymore, I don’t.’ As with yesterday, she decided there was nothing to do but brazen it out.

Mary came over to help her with the frames. Melissa’s intent had been to grab the first pair she could find, but Mary insisted on having her try on at least a dozen different pairs! As they moved around the room, the businessman’s eyes never left her body. He especially enjoyed it when her back was him and he could look at her luscious bottom. Several of the counters had mirrors down low and she found herself constantly bending over to see the frames on her face further exposing herself to a room that had by now seen pretty much all of her.

They finally found a pair that made them both happy and Mary took her back to the counter, keeping her clothes behind the counter while they found an appointment. Like Jessica, Mary angled the computer screen down so Melissa had to bend over to make her appointment, hoping that finally she could get her clothes back soon.