Jersey Bullock, PTSD/mobility issues

The therapist in her office chair was quiet as she perused Jersey's paperwork, glasses held in her other hand. With one leg crossed over the other and the papers held in her hand, it was making the therapy patient nervous...

She was sitting on the sofa against the opposite wall from her therapist. This particular therapist, Dr. Mary Schultz, specialized in PTSD. With her black pencil skirt, white blouse that bared her modest cleavage, cat's eye spectacles, fishnet stockings, black heels, and hair done up in a loose bun, well... Jersey wondered if the brunette psychologist intentionally sexied herself to try and help her patients with eye candy.

Jersey Bullock felt pretty frumpy in comparison... She was a very short girl, only 4'9". Her chocolate skin and black hair showed she was black, with doe-like amber eyes behind a pair of round glasses and her fluffy, messy hair worn lose and down to her rear. Soft in many senses of the word, Jersey was a rather full-figured girl, with luscious thighs, a plush rear, childbearing hips, and a noticeable paunch. It went to some good places though, though she tried to downplay her 38H-cup breasts with thick hoodies. Her current hoodie was green, accentuated with a black pleated skirt, simple black sneakers, and a black choker.

She sat with her legs tightly together, her hands clasped demurely in her lap and a slight slouch. She was looking at her busy therapist with her eyes filled with apprehension. This was the results of her latest assessment... She didn't know what to expect, but her poor self-esteem was telling her it wasn't anything good.