The Therapist - Part 1 (Patreon)

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"Would you mind taking your shoes off before going in?"

April gave the man a wry look, but that didn't stop her from slipping off her heels anyway, leaving them in the doorway as she stepped onto the soft carpet in the room beyond. This whole interview had been strange, much more than she'd anticipated... Why stop now?

And who knew? Perhaps this was all normal... She was lucky to have gotten the interview at all, fresh out of college, and, while she wasn't certain how it was going, she felt like being brought here was a good sign. When she'd been in school, she'd wanted to open her own office, do everything herself, but it hadn't taken long for her to realize how expensive and difficult that was, especially with no prior job experience to draw on, so she hoped this would be a good stepping stone to eventually lead to that.

"So," Dr. Beyer said, "What do you think?"

April looked around the room incredulously. Unfortunately, part of working here would be putting up with him, and his methods. Every therapist had a slightly different way of going about things; his variation was far more different than most. While at school, she didn't consider herself a traditionalist, but, compared to him, she was practically old-fashioned.

She knew she ought to suck up, tell him she thought it was all brilliant... And yet, she couldn't bring herself to say it. She turned to look at him with a cautious, "Honestly?"

"Sure," he told her. "I always value honesty."

She paused a moment, wondering if that was true, or just something he said... There was a decent chance she'd be talking herself out of a job with this. "I just don't see how this works," she shrugged. "I mean, I get it, you explained it, hypnosis and all that... But that only affects people who want it to work on them. Are you suggesting that everyone wants... this?"

She glanced around at the nursery, her eyes stopping especially long on the baby-print diaper sitting on the changing table behind her. It looked so huge, and fluffy, and, in a weird way, scary, like it was there, waiting on her. She shivered, shaking her head, wiggling in her nice, safe, grown-up panties. "I suppose I can only really speak for myself, but I absolutely do not want this, so does that mean your whole style of therapy would be useless for me?"

"I think you would be surprised," Dr. Beyer told her.

"Seriously?" April wrinkled her nose, giving the room another look. "I don't think so." She peered down at herself, resisting the urge to tell the doctor to do the same, seeing as that would hardly be professional. She hadn't dressed up too much, since this was an interview, but she felt like she still looked pretty great. She planted one hand on her hip as she stared at him. "I'm way too mature for all this, sorry. You'd never catch me in here."

"Well," he pointed out, "you are in there right now."

"Yeah," she rolled her eyes. "To look at it, and give you my opinion. And, I gotta say, if I got the job, and any of my clients asked me about what else goes on here, I'd have to say... Hey!"

Her eyes widened as the doctor stepped back, closing the door behind himself. She began to hurry towards the door, but, before she could even reach it, she heard the soft sound of a nursery rhyme coming over the speakers, stopping her dead in her tracks....