Body dismorphia (dark path)

"Yes, it seems you are in denial of your true form, my dear. Please, remove your clothes and tell me what you see..." the old man said.

"Perhaps I should tell my Papa..." Belle replied, hoping to get out of this situation.

"He is of no concern. My time is limited, so we must move quickly. Please, child. Disrobe."

Belle blushed, but reached for the bottom of her gown. K owing what she was about to do, she pulled it over her head and dropped it behind her. She fought the urge to cover, knowing this man was a doctor, she knew he wouldn't do something untoward, especially when her father was nearby.

"I see, and you say this is not the body you were born with?" He asked.

"No, it is...but..." Belle tried to choose her words carefully.

"What is it?"

"It changed." She said.

"Oh, well everyone's bodies change. It's a natural part of life."

"No, I mean...I know. I went through the usual changes for a woman, but then...my chest..." Belle tried to explain.

"Ah, I see. Your chest didn't get larger, so you..." he nterrupted, but Belle pressed in.

"No, my chest grew, but then..." Belle failed to find the words.

"They stopped too soon?"

Belle exhaled, frustrated that she couldn't find the words to explain in a way that didn't make her or her father sound crazy. Nobody would believe that something her father did actually had an effect on anything unless they saw it with their own eyes. So, she tried to figure out how to say it without mentioning her father.

"You see, they...shrank." Belle said.

"Shrank? How so?"

"They were originally swells that were just larger than a handful. Perhaps a man's handful." Belle blushed at the insinuation.

"And you had them for how long before they shrank?"

"Oh, years, sir. Until yesterday, and I had to hide my shame. Then this morning, that incident in the market..." Belle covered her chest with her arms and blushed, looking away from the doctor.

"Hmm. Are you sure you're not remembering wrong? It is highly irregular for a healthy woman's bosom to not only reduce in size, but disappear completely. Not unless there is a great amount of weight loss."

"Well, that is the truth. Now you know I'm a healthy woman and I ask that you leave my home, please." Belle pointed at the door.

"My poor child, I'm afraid you are bot so healthy. Physically, you are a fine specimen, despite your...lack of development. However, it is of my understanding that you went through the usual changes, bit did not develop a bosom, and were jealous of other girls. It's clear you are hiding something from me, and it must be the fact that you have been lying about the size of your bosom your entire life!"

"No, that's not true!"

"I'm afraid there is not other explanation. Unless you have something else to tell me?"

Belle bowed her head in thought. She debated whether she should tell the truth, but either way, it seemed she was destined for the asylum.

"No sir, you cracked it. I'm a fraud. Let me get dressed, and you can take me to the asylum."

Belle turned to pick up her gown when the man stopped her.

"I'm afraid that as part of your treatment, you'll have to learn to accept your body as it is, and that means foregoing modesty until further notice. As well, I am not taking you to a facility. Your disorder is severe enough that **** measures must be taken."

"What kinds of **** measures?" Belle asked.