Her usual outfit, to lose it

She decided, ultimately, to instead revert to her classic long-sleeve shirt, skirt, and underwear kit, figuring that it would be more titillating to remove all four of those garments in succession.

Melissa arrived at the dentist firmly in the early afternoon, with all of the other patients; being in such a, well, distracted state at the previous appointment, she hadn’t really considered what time she chose for her follow-up. She went up to Jessica at the front desk and checked herself in; it would be a 30-minute wait. So she sat down (there were, mercifully, open chairs still) and grabbed a magazine to pretend to look at. The room was moderately busy, with a few familiar faces.

“Look mommy”, a young boy pointed, “it’s that lady. She’s not naked anymore!!”

The mother said, “Yes, but I keep telling you it isn’t polite to point.”

Melissa smirked at the exchange, knowing what was going to happen at her appointment. She looked at the B-52 bomber replica over Jessica’s head. How much had changed since she had last seen it!

Eventually her turn was called. She was fully expecting Brad, but instead came out Dr. Jorgensen. He looked rather somber and serious, and without any hint of excitement and prurience said “Ah, hello there, Melissa. Please come to me in the back room, I have to talk to you about something.” She seemed somewhat confused at his demeanor, but he led her back past all the exam rooms and into his office. He had her sit down, while he sat down across the desk.