Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2021 20:19:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Izzy Anderson Subject: New Story. It's been a while since I posted anything on here. Unlike the last one "Middle Child" this one is pure fiction. If you want me to continue this story let me know! Izzy Izzy.Anderson07@yahoo.com. ====The Therapist: Chapter One === --- "The Doctor Will See You Now"--- I took a deep breath as I walked into Westfield Counseling center. Sweat pooled slowly in my palms as I approached the receptionist desk. Sitting behind the desk was a very attractive young man in his 20s, who flashed me a smile as he hung up the phone. "Can I help you miss?" he asked with a smile. I choked through the nerves, "Uh... yes ... My name is Lilly Walters, and I have a 1 O'clock appointment with Dr. Morrison." The young man typed on his keyboard, he looked up at me, then back to his keyboard. My mind raced "did he know? What did the computer say? Was he aware of why I am here?"His eyes glanced up and down my body, suddenly I become extremely self continuous of my low cut blouse and short skirt.... Was it sweat .... or something else? that began to drip down my inner thigh as I imagined him tearing my blouse open and pressing his face into my small perky breasts. Reality sunk in when he smiled, "Thank you miss Walters, the Doctor will be with you shortly... please have a seat." I walked across the room and sat down in an uncomfortable chair. My phone buzzed in my pocket as it sends a chill down my spine. I pulled my phone out to see a text message from the person I wanted to hear from most "Relax sweetheart, just go along with what the doctor says and the charges will be dropped, remember ... I love you." I took a deep breath and thought to myself "It's okay, you can do this." I jumped as a young woman's voice called out my name. I stood up and looked into the direction in which it came. A young woman with a beautiful smile and a well-fitting Bob Haircut looked over at me. I slowly stood up and walked over to her, She smiled "Hello, my name is Tori, and I'm going to take you back to see the doctor, now." I forced a smile and followed the young woman as she turned and walked into the back. My eyes were focused on the ground, but I couldn't help but notice how her perfect ass bobbed with every step she took. She stopped suddenly and turned, my eyes now staring directly at her crotch. Embarrassed I quickly looked up to meet the smile on her face. "Please take off your shoes and step onto the scale" I nervously complied, She pressed down on the top of my head, she wrote something down on a clipboard. "Okay looks like you are 5'4 and ½ and weigh in at 124lbs. Right this way, the doctor will be in to see you shortly, don't forget your shoes!" I grabbed my shoes and walked into an empty office. Two sofas sat across a small coffee table from each other. A large wooden desk sat at one end where a man in his early 40s wrote vigorously into a notebook. He stood up and walked over toward the two of us. He smiled and said, "Thank you Vicki..." the assistant turned and walked out of the room. The man now turned his attention to me, smiled, and said. "Hello there, my name is Dr. Stephen Morrison, and you are Miss Lilly Walters?" I took a deep breath, forced a smile, and said "I am..." "Great, I have a few standard questions, please let me know if anything is not accurate.... Alright ... You are 26 years of age? You are single and have never been married? You have no known allergies to medications?" I nodded along with each question. "You are here today because of a plea deal to have the charges of Indecent Exposure expunged from your record... you need to honest about everything or else you could end up on the National Sex Offender Registry" I could feel my face turning red as I slowly nodded in agreeance. "Let's start in the beginning, shall we? How old were you when you had your first sexual experience?" "12" I forced out. "12?" he questioned "That's awfully young, was this with a family member?" I fidgeted awkwardly in my seat "Yes..." "I see, so you are a survivor of Sexual Abuse." "It wasn't Abuse! They never hurt me, they were gentle and kind!" I shouted. Clearly taken off guard by the outburst "They?" is all he managed to formulate. "I have 3 brothers and a sister ..." I whimpered... "All of them?" he questioned. "At some point .... yes" He continued to write in his notebook as he said "Well then we better start in the beginning..."