Kristina arrived for her 3:00 pm appointment on Thursday April 5, dressed in a likely blue jean jacket with a hidden pen camera languishing visibly from its pocket. Upon arriving at the center, she filled out a patient form, signed a HIPPA Statement, and paid $50.00 in cash, declining to have her medical insurance billed when given the opportunity by the receptionist.

While walking in, she filmed herself in the mirror as she passed through the reception area and entered the ladies room, where she checked her rig and sent me a text for the final prep talk, noting with trepidation that Ms. Marker was approaching from down the hall and looked like a nice lady.

“Keep in character, I asserted, on the phone, “that is all you have to do,” wondering all the while if I would have had the courage to do what Kristina was doing. “All you have to do is be who you are, tell your story and she will do the rest.”
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But nothing prepared her for what was to come and, she notes, “Although I was able to intellectualize the experience, for a whole three hours after I left the office, I was nauseous. I thought that it could have been real for someone else and it made me want to throw up.”