Now that she was hidden safely inside a private room, Amber felt a little silly about all of her fear. Maybe her agent was right; maybe she was too paranoid. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she was taking off her clothes, and flushed with shame. She looked ridiculous. All those layers, and the wig - she grabbed it from her head and threw it on the chair in the corner. She would die of embarrassment if her doctor saw her crazy attempt at a disguise. As the clothes came off, she piled them on top of the wig to hide it.<br/><br/>She slipped into the white paper gown, tucking the ends over her torso and securing it at her waist with the tie by a bow in the front. She would feel too vulnerable if it were open in the back, it was some kind of instinct; she also didn't sit with her back to doors. No doctor had ever forced the issue with her. Really, why would they need more access to your ass than to the front of you? Not that the little paper gown covered anything very effectively.<br/><br/>Amber looked in the mirror again, seeing a much more respectable patient. She ran her fingers through her hair to untangle the brunette waves, leaving no sign of the wig. She tried out a smile. Though she wasn't wearing any make-up today, she looked pretty good - much more like her photo than the strange bag lady that had wandered in here.<br/><br/>She waited for the nurse to come, hoping that she wouldn't have to deal with any men today - a female nurse, a female doctor, that was best. Even if they were doctors or other respectable men, she always expected them to flash a badge at her; so far, she hadn't been badged by a photographer, or a doctor, or any other man. ...So far.