Dependency issues

"I would surmise that there are two issues here, which are connected." Doctor Vaninski said. "The first is that you are concerned - at a subconscious level - that your parents do not treat you as a full grown woman. This manifested itself during the morning when you flashed your family at breakfast; on some level you wanted them to see that you are a woman grown, and no longer a child. You pushed this boundary further when travelling to school naked; your subconscious wanted your mother to protest your state of undress and thus acknowledge that you are a woman."

Sabrina thought about this. "I... guess so. They do treat me like a child sometimes. It makes me so... so..."

"Angry? Despondent?"

"Despondent, yeah! It's like... no matter how much I try, they still **** bedtimes on me, or tell me that I can't go out with my friends. You know? I'm still in school, but I'm eighteen for pity's sake!"

"You should, perhaps, be less angry with them and more with yourself. The second issue is that you, yourself, view yourself as a child."

"What!?" Sabrina demanded. "I do NOT!"

"Consider this. When you became aware of your indecency, your first instinct was to contact your mother and retreat to the safety of her bosom. When she took you to the optometrist you did not raise a reasonable objection-"

"She wouldn't have listened to me!"

"-you DID NOT raise any objection and you allowed yourself to be led inside LIKE A GOOD CHILD! Even now you're attending a therapy session that you don't really want to attend; you wanted to go home and get changed, yes? Did you argue this point with your mother?"

"...no." Sabrina admitted.

"Precisely. Your parents still treat you like a child, but that's because you treat yourself like a child."

"Okay, okay. I think you're on to something. But what can I do about it?"

"In the long term," Vaninski replied "I believe you should regularly attend sessions with me so that we can work through these issues. In the short term... something drastic."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

The Doctor stood from her seat and leaned against her desk instead. "If you do nothing, then I cannot guarantee that you will not undertake another naked journey to school. Although you are now aware of these issues, they are not resolved and you may find yourself in the same situation that you were in today. That's why I'm going to suggest something called 'Controlled Streaking.'"

"That sounds ominous." said Sabrina.

"Tonight, once your family has gone to bed and you judge the neighbourhood to be quiet, I want you to go streaking."

"Streaking as in...?"

"As in not wearing any clothes."

"I'm sorry... your solution to me walking around naked is to walk around naked?"

"You're oversimplifying. The key word here is 'controlled'. I want you to go streaking, but I want you to be in complete control of the situation. That means regaining access to your home, to your clothes, and deciding when and where to streak; all of this has to be within your control, within your jurisdiction. You cannot seek help from your parents or family. This will accomplish two things. One; it will break this dependency upon your parents. The responsibility for every aspect of this journey will be yours and yours alone, and this will help you realise that you are capable of quite amazing things once you choose independence for yourself. Secondly, I believe there is a slight sexual attraction to public nudity for yourself; the confidence you showed by asking out your crush, Alex, suggested an increased sexual awareness on your part. Doing this may sate these urges. Let me put it this way; I believe you can guarantee that you will not streak your school in front of your peers if you choose instead to streak your neighbourhood late at night when nobody will see you."

"I... I'm not sure." Sabrina admitted.

"Well, our time, for now, is up. I would like you to make another appointment with my receptionist - you, not your mother - and all I ask is that you consider what I have suggested. I would not, however, suggest sleeping on it; not unless you want another day of nudity."

Being careful of her dress, Sabrina got to her feet and thanked the Doctor for her time. She made the follow-up appointment as suggested, and then her mother took her home. She spent the rest of the day studying, trying to catch up on the work she would have missed in school today, but her mind kept wondering. Could she do it?