To the waiting room

Come that Monday morning on 7:55 am, Saffron sat silently fuming. The generic office music droned on over head, and one of the light tubes was flickering. The beautiful brunette was decked out in a knee black skirt suit. As it was second hand, it didn't really fit her that well. It concealed her C-cup breasts, didn't really accentuate the waist and came with those silly looking shoulder pads. The stiff material itched her constantly. The whole outfit looked like a college girl at her first interview rather than a therapy session.
She glared at her nylon covered legs, a cheap grocery store brand, designed to only last a couple of weeks. The black nylon smoothed her legs out, covering up that she hadn't shaved in a while. This too itched her, and since she had worn panties under, made her entirely too warm.
On her feet were a pair of heels. Black shiny heels, with a 3 inch spike. The girl simply didn't know how to walk in them, since she never wore them for more than 20 minutes in her life. In fact, she drove Charlie's car wearing her ol reliable, black converse. She simply took the shoes and socks off, and slid on the heels before entering the office. Something Dr. Jade could see, despite Saffron thinking otherwise. The doctor merely shook her head.
The sound of the door opening up scared Saffron a bit, and the well-dressed young woman jumped. The woman opening the door briefly flashed a giggle. "Miss Saffron Stewart? Come with me please." Saffron spread her legs to get up, flashing the other woman. The smile turned to disappointment, as the pretty young woman got up unladylike. Saffron stumbled and tripped in her heels, leaving the other woman to catch her. It was then Saffron started paying attention to her.
The other woman was a mature looking redhead, about the same height as Saffron. Her skirt suit was tailored to show off her quite frankly amazing body. The shiny suntan hose practically zipped across her toned legs. The other woman almost glided on heels, like she lived in them. The other woman guided Saffron to the office and noted how the driver plopped down unladylike on the comfortable couch.
Only when Dr. Jade gently sat on the chair did Saffron put two and two together. "Oh shit... I didn-," Saffron begins. "My dear, we have a long road ahead of us. First things first, when you're in my office, you sit down and get up like a woman. Not like a boy. If this seems unfair, realize that I can say you're not improving and then to jail or worse you go. I strongly detest drunk drivers, which is why I took this case. Now, cross your legs like how you've been taught." Saffron gulped and crossed her legs. The change was immediate, Saffron had gone from glowering embarrassed tomboy to scared young woman. "I...uh..." the driver began, before the doctor stopped her. "Saffron, we have a lot to change about you. As an older woman to a young woman, you look cheap. You look like a girl trying to be a woman. Like you're tying to be something you're not. You should not try, you should be. Your heels are the only passing part of your outfit, Saffron. The hose is for cheap looking women, not professionals..."
'Oh great,' Saffron thought, ' I gotta sit here and listen to some Mom wanna be bitch about how I'm not girly enough like I hadn't heard this before a million times bef...' "And your suit! My goodness girl, you must be sweating and itching." Jade continued. This shook Saffron out of her pouting stupor, Jade did have a point. This suit sucked. "Well, you're right. This thing is fucking itchy as fuck and so warm and..." The doctor closed her eyes, shook her head and tssked. "Saffron, I know a place for you. You can simply visit it afterwards. But for now, let's get on with the therapy." The doctor scooted her chair over, and looked Saffron in the eyes. She pulls out a gold pocket watch, to which the driver scoffs.
"I know, Saffron, I know. But this is how I'm so effective. You have a major underlying issue and this is the quickest way to uncover it and attack it. I want you to focus on this watch and..." "...when I countdown to 1. 3...2...1" Saffron comes to. The two continue a light conversation, rounding out the hour that to Saffron simply flew by. Oddly enough, she enjoyed the time with Olivia, despite not recalling a good chunk of it. Saffron uncrossed her legs, gently sliding off and getting up from the couch. Olivia looks at Saffron walk away, the driver copying her own walking technique. Step, roll, bump, step. Saffron would never walk like a tomboy ever again. She'd roll her hips. She would entice with every step she takes.
Saffron sauntered out of the office and into Charlie's waiting car. No, the doctor didn't point out that the brunette forgot her converse behind. She plopped herself in the passenger seat as usual, and Charlie drove off. It didn't bother her that on the way over, she drove, and he sat in the passenger seat. Instead, she bit her lip in anxiety. The commands of the good doctor bounced in her head. Silk, not cotton. Wolford not Leggs. No panties. Olivia simply glided and glowed in her sexy office gear. Olivia was the expert here, someone who lived in professional dress. Saffron would be the student. It didn't bother her, since it would be for two weeks. Besides, she could make do with some more fancier clothes.
"Charlie...uh... can we make a quick stop?"