Imagine being given the choice of how you are going…
Keen green eyes looked up into the face of the man asking the question. She didn’t say anything, just stood up tall, proudly and followed the man into the sterile room.
‘You know how to proceed?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ she answered with a slight smile. A little cubicle lay to her right. She walked in, put her bag on the chair and closed the curtain. Struggling, she tried to remove her top, whilst keeping the inadequate curtain in place and desperately pulling her wig down with her other hand, to keep it in position, but to no avail. Top and wig were removed simultaneously. She sighed in exasperation and took off her bra, avoiding looking at her reflection in the mirror. She still hadn’t come to terms with this stranger that returned her gaze. On the chair lay a tiny white rectangular covering, the size of a pillowslip.
‘Not very appropriate in size,’ she commented, walking out of her changing closet, her cheeks turning a hazy pink as she tried to remain unflustered and appear calm and collected, the way a lady should!