Harley has a talk with Nikki

Nikki took a deep breath as he opened the door to his place. Harley was hanging out on the couch wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of jeans. Nikki felt even more depressed at the sight of the pretty psychopath wearing his cloths and them fitting her feminine form perfectly.

“Hay sweety come here, Momma Harley needs to talk to you,” Harley jumped up and rushed to him, “How was work?”

Nikki just mumbled a non-response before Harley kissed him, pulled him in and closed the door behind him. Harley dragged him over to the kitchen table, with surprised Nikki since he half expected her to pull him to the couch or the bed based on how she acted last night.

“How was work baby?” Harley asked as she pulled out a chair for Nikki.

“I mean, it was work,” Nikki answered.

“Did you think about who you want next in your harem Baby?” Harley asked.

“Yeah, didn’t come up with anything…” Nikki was honest, “Frankly I was stuck doing some bullshit on the floor.”

“Ahh… poor thing,” Harley put a hand on Nikki’s shoulder, “Look I have been doing some thinking… I think it wasn’t a mistake that you picked me, a trained Psychiatrist, to be your sweet momma.”

“You are hot, and slutty?” Nikki shrugged.

“Yeah, that’s what you told yourself,” Harley waved the idea away, “I think you want free therapy.”

“Free Therapy?” Nikki asked.

“Yeah,” Harley said.

“Yeah, I think we both need straight-jacket if that is the case,” Nikki said.

“Naw, hear me out,” Harley said, “Think about it. You are afraid you have Gender dysphoria and body-dysphoria, and you have unacknowledged latex and femdom fetishes.”

“I think you might need a straight jacket, and not in a sexy way,” Nikki arched an eyebrow at Harley.

“Hear me out dear, remember, I am a doctor and know everything about you,” Harley ignored the comment, “Your favorite spank film is a MILF dominatrix in black latex finding out her client is her thin, lanky and geeky stepson who hired her over the net to dress up in rubber and edge him… You have had sexual fantasies about me in my first uniform, Catwoman in her shiny skin tight suit and other bad girls in slinky outfits since your balls dropped. And don’t get me started on all the time you whacked off to Michelle in that black rubber catwoman costume.”

Nikki put his head down on his kitchen table. He didn’t really have a rebuttal to that.

“Now about your little femboy status…” Harley started.

“Please no,” Nikki muttered.

“Shh sweety,” Harley kissed Nikki on the cheek, “Hear me out. You don’t have a problem with being a little girlie boy, you are traumatized because you were picked on and beaten up over it. Remember that cute Goth girl that offered you a home run date if you dressed up in that pleather little red riding hood outfit? You didn’t even give yourself a chance to wonder what her lips on your dick, your mind went straight to getting your ass whooped by the basketball team!”

“She was trolling me,” Nikkie stated, “it was a trap.”

“You didn’t even give her response, you ran like a bitch,” Harley pointed out.

“She was in on it with the basketball team,” Nikki protested.

“Oh, right, the goth girl that got picked on by the team was in on it and no possible way that she might have been into you as a cute little femboy,” Harley replied, “We proved last night that your ‘tiny tinny useless cocklette’ as you think of it, is more than enough to get a woman off.”

She did have a point.

“It’s not like you haven’t wondered what it would be like to be dressed up as a girl,” Harley said, “But you are too afraid of being tormented over that secret little kink… I propose we do some therapy.”

“What would that entail?” Nikki asked.

“Well, I would recommend that you need some positive reinforcement and association training,” Harley said, “There is nothing wrong with having a healthy latex fetish or embracing your Femboy side, we just need to work on the anxiety, fear and guilt you have over it and develop that healthy expression behaviors.”

“Ok… I feel a ‘but’ coming up,” Nikki said.

“Well I know that latex is expensive as hell, and I don’t have a preprogramed latex fetish myself,” Harley noted, “So I propose we do a little alterations to me, to allow me to be in a better position to help you.”

“Like what?” Nikki asked concerned.

“Well, first of all, ya gonna wanna make your mamma Harley a rich bitch suggah momma,” Harley let her inner crass out, “Because rubber aint cheep! I looked on line earlier, damn!”

Nikki snorted out a chuckle.

“And you may want to crank me up to a full latex fetishist,” Harley said, “I can be supportive as a doctor, but ain’t no substitute for being a patient too!”

Nikki turned an looked at Harley with an arched eyebrow.

“Ok, so that didn’t come out the best, but you get what I mean,” Harley said, “It helps to have a fellow rubberist in bed with ya.”

“That makes sense…” Nikki said.

“Also ya are gonna have to give me permission to hypnotize you,” Harley said.

“What? Why?” Nikki asked.

“Part of the course of treatments we are looking at includes relaxation hypnosis to help you change anxiety to a positive association to counter traumatic experiences, it’s all fairly standard. The thing is that I can’t even prescribe you aspirin right now,” Harley said.

“What?” Nikki asked.

“Right now, the only medical anything I can do for you is emergency treatment in the event you like had a heart attack or somet’in,” Harley said, “No little blue pills or anything from me, I can’t help you hurt yourself. I can’t hurt you. The only way I can play doctor right now is to buy a slutty nurse costume. Which is why I need your permission to treat you.”

“And how do I know you aren’t going to fuck with me just to fuck with me?” Nikki asked.

“Like the robot laws, I can’t do anything to hurt you baby,” Harley shrugged.

Nikki thought about what she had said. He did find himself looking at various super villainess porn and normally those were the hot villainess in a skin tight shiny suit. He really didn’t want to feel ashamed of how he looked. Nikki pulled out his phone and opened the app, it occurred to him that he really didn’t know what he would be looking for…

“Here,” Nikki handed the phone to the blonde next to him, “pick out what you feel is best…”

“Lets see,” Harley said as she started going over the options to alter her, “Rubber fetishist, check, Leather Fetishist, check, already an exhibitionist, already a nympho…”

Harley let out a giggle. Nikki rolled his eyes.

“Check off rich bitch and Suggah Momma,” Harley squealed, “Now where is, ah, of course, Dommy Mommy.”

“What?”

“You know those fem-dom bitches that are always screaming at and insulting their boy toys?” Harley asked.

“Yes,” Nikki said calmer than he felt.

“Well a Dommy Mommy is the opposite, she is nice and sweet to you,” Harley said.

“What?”

“You want a rubber mistress, well the Dommy Mommy would be a sweet and caring rubber mistress instead of a harpy calling you shit,” Harley explained.

“Yeah, I don’t want to be yelled at,” Nikki agreed.

“Sissy Trainer, check,” Harley said.

“Wait, what?” Nikki said.

“It means that I will be perfect for helping you make peace with your feminine body type,” Harley smiled, “Besides, don’t try to tell me you haven’t thought about wearing some girly outfits from time to time.”

Nikki didn’t have a response.

“Here you go baby,” Harley handed Nikki the phone.

Nikki looked over the changes that were waiting for his approval.

“Hypno-domme?” Nikki asked.

“Do you want your therapy sessions to be clinical,” Harley asked before licking her lips, “Or sexual?”

“Point taken,” Nikki said, “latex and rubber fetish, ok. Sensual Femdom, it would be pointless to say that it wasn’t hot for you to tie me up… Fine. Approved.”

Harley Squealed as her eyes fluttered.

“Harley?” Nikki asked.

“Mmm, Yes Baby?” Harley cooed.

“So what now?” Nikki asked.

“You need a healthy dinner Baby,” Harley stood up, “First a good meal, and then you are going to pick out my first latex outfit Baby.”

Nikki couldn’t argue with that.

*

Harley had made him a pasta dinner. He was now sitting on his bed while she was in the bathroom. She had told him to pick out a latex outfit for her. He was drawn to a deal someone had done a while back of Margo Robbie’s head on a latex porn star’s body of Harley in a red rubber catsuit with black and red gloves, corsets and boots.

“Have you picked out something kinky for Mommy Harley?” Harley called from the bathroom.