A light summer dress

The colour was a little faded, and the style long out of fashion, but to Sabrina it looked like the greatest piece of clothing ever devised. A light blue summer dress! After throwing the bag into the car, Sabrina eagerly threw the dress over her head and smoothed it down to cover her naked body. It was a little tight and clung to her every curve, the material a little thin and flimsy, and it ended just below her buttocks so was a lot shorter than what she'd normally wear. Although she was delighted with the coverage it provided, Sabrina would have liked a little more.

"I don't mean to complain," Sabrina said to her mother. "But didn't they sell any underwear to go with it?"

"Charity shops don't accept donations of underwear, dear." Her mother reminded her. "Come along now. Let's get to this psychologist."

The two of them climbed into the car - and immediately Sabrina both felt and heard the twang of something breaking.

"What was that?" her mother demanded.

Wordlessly, Sabrina reached under her dress and pulled out the remains of the face mask she'd been using as underwear. The straps - usually designed to rest upon the ears - had been stretched to breaking point by Sabrina's thighs and hips. It was a small miracle it had lasted this long.

"Ah." her mother said. "Sorry dear."

While her mother rang the psychology office to make the appointment, Sabrina acquainted herself better with the dress she was wearing. She wished she hadn't. The hem of the dress had ridden up, exposing her maskless crotch to the world. She stretched the material back into position but she found that it quickly crept back upwards. She opted to pin it down with both hands. This caused her arms to press her breasts together, which both made them look bigger but also pressed her nipples against the material. They were currently hard enough to cut diamonds, although Sabrina wasn't cold so was not sure why they were stiffened.

"Good news," Sabrina's mother said as she hung up the phone. "They have a vacancy right now."

"Great." Sabrina said without any real joy. "Would have been nice to have gone home first and gotten changed..."

Her mother ignored her and started the engine.

A few minutes and a short drive later, Sabrina found herself standing nervously in the psychologist's office. It was very much like the ones she'd seen on the TV - lots of dark oak panelling, green baize on the doctor's desk, a chair of dark green leather and a couch of the same material. Her mother had been asked to stay in the waiting room, so the only other occupant of the room was the psychologist. She was a woman who looked to be in her forties with her blonde hair pinned back into a harsh ponytail. She wore thick-rimmed glasses, a white blouse, a grey knee-length skirt, and beneath that tights and a pair of black heels. She smiled warmly at Sabrina.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Vaninksi." she said. "Please, lie down on the couch and we'll get started."

Sabrina smoothed her dress under her behind as best she could and eased onto the couch. The Doctor sat in the leather chair by her legs, making Sabrina feel very self conscious about what she could - or could not - see. She thought about asking the Doctor to move the chair to the other end, but opted against it. The chair looked heavy. And besides, Sabrina didn't want the Doc thinking there was a weird psychological reason for wanting her to move. So she clasped her hands over her crotch and lay back. The dress held in place.

Over the next twenty minutes or so, Sabrina recounted her day to the Doctor - from her initial flash in the morning, to forgetting to get dressed, to her mom dropping her off at school, to the shocking realisation that she was naked, to getting picked up, to visiting the optometrist office, and finally ending at the psychologist. The Doctor took another half hour or so questioning Sabrina about the events more deeply - about what she'd felt both physically and mentally, how other people's reactions made her feel, about how Sabrina felt about the other people afterwards. Then there was five minutes of very **** answers as the Doctor asked about her sex life and... and masturbation. Sabrina found herself blushing beet red by the end of it.

"Our session is nearly over." The Doctor announced afterwards.

"Do you know... what's the diagnosis Doc? Am I crazy?"

Vaninski tapped her chin with her pen.

"I am **** to offer an analysis after a single session." The Doctor replied. "However, given what you've been through I can understand that you want a quick answer. Very well then. In my opinion..."