Observation

Her door opened and she hoped it was Dr. Sheryl or Nurse Karen. She wanted to apologize for her behavior and that she understood why she had to be sedated. Instead it was about six people. One older man, probably in his fifties, and the other five, three women and two men, were probably in their mid twenties, roughly her age. They all wore lab coats. She was completely unable to cover herself, bound as she was, as six new people saw her naked. They saw her body and knew all of her secrets. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt herself sweating more and feeling gross stuck to the table.

“Class, we have a very interesting case. The patient was found naked, wandering the streets pretending to be a prepubescent girl when in fact she is an adult woman. Apparently she suffers from such hate of her own body, most notably her undersized chest, that she modified almost almost all aspects of her appearance on a daily basis and when she was discovered in a state of undress by someone she knew she let the person believe she was a much younger person to hide her secret.”

Lauren tried to zone it all out but knowing that her medical information wasn’t just for Dr Sheryl was deeply upsetting, even though she knew it should’ve been obvious. Not to mention it was public knowledge at this point.

“She let that person strip her naked, and walk her through the city streets, never revealing her true identity even as she was asked to urinate in public, and allowed herself to have her tempature taken rectally also in public. All of this was for naught as she was discovered and then brought to us for treatment. During a therapy session and attempted role play she had to be sedated to stop a mental breakdown and prevent self-harm. During her breakdown she believed that if she punished herself enough she could make everyone forget what she happened, so she twisted her own nipples and struck herself on her rear with a clipboard. The nurse felt the only option was sedation. That was about 36 hours ago and she still has not woken.”

Lauren tried to hold her eyes shut but she could feel tears forming.

“This is the young lady from the news?” Asked one of the young men.

“The same one.”

Lauren tried to ignore it but it was getting harder.

“Why is she still naked?” Asked one of the women.

“Her primary psychologist feels that whether she chooses to embrace clothing should be completely up to her. Her delusion where she thinks she is being punished by the world for her creating her previous appearance and leading others to believe she was more attractive than she was, lead the doctor to believe that her being naked is a form of honesty and openness. She thinks her recovery depends on developing confidence in her nude body. Apparently during her breakdown she removed her gown and her current treatment plan says she’s the only one who can decide to put it back on.”

“Is there a sexual component to her episode?” Asked another woman.

“It is hard to say but the nurse who did her intake reported that her genitals were so stimulated she climaxed during a routine internal examination.”

The mention of her previous arousal led to a new wave of arousal and she could feel her pussy getting wet. This new humiliation made it so Lauren could no longer hold back. She sobbed loudly. Secrets had gotten her into this mess and now it seemed she lad literally none left.

“Miss, are you awake?”

She didn’t respond.

“Miss, if you are awake please let us know.”

Still with her eyes shut “I... I am.”

“Are you feeling more calm?”

She opened her eyes and looked at the people taking in every inch of her body. She could do nothing in these restraints so she just said “Yes... please leave...”

“Okay, we’re sorry. This is routine for us to show medical students our patients.”

“But... I’m naked.”

“We’re doctors. It’s not a big deal to us.”

“But... it’s a big deal to me.” She said meekly.

“Okay, so you’d like to be dressed?” He sounded like It was more out of medical curiousity than someone actually trying to help.

“No... yes... I don’t know. Please just stop looking at me.”

“We’re sorry, we’ll get your physician. Sorry to disturb you.”

Lauren suddenly had a thought “Wait, can you let me up?”

“That’s not my call but your physician will be here shortly to make that choice.”

They left and Lauren tried to compose herself. She felt ashamed at her arousal on top of all the other shame she had felt over the last couple days. She just tried to build up hope she would be helped soon.

The door opened again and this time it was Dr. Sheryl. She went to her side and looked down with concern. Lauren tried to not think about how this was also the first time Dr. Sheryl saw her naked at least while she was conscious.

“Lauren, I’m so sorry. You were not supposed to be observed by anyone outside of Nurse Karen and myself. I don’t know how that message wasn’t conveyed properly.”

Lauren tried to fight the thought it was more punishment. She knew it was a mistake just random chance. She had to try to convince herself it wasn’t some sort of cosmic retribution for years of faking her body but so many things had gone wrong it was hard to not feel that way.

“It’s... okay. I deserve it. Everyone should know and get to see.”

Nurse Sheryl placed her hand on Lauren’s shoulder. Lauren realized she couldn’t shake her hand off if she wanted to. She had no control at all. Even less than she did two days ago.

“Lauren, please, you need to know that we’re all here to help you.”

“Can... you please just untie me...”

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I can’t do that just yet. Not until I know you won’t hurt yourself. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”

“Just let me get up please! Just for a little while. I’ll be a good girl!”

Dr. Sheryl was worried about Lauren seeming embracing the Liz identity and comments like that were alarming.

“Lauren, I’m sorry. We just need some time with you awake to see your mental state and then we can decide the best course of action. Do you want a blanket? We can get one we just wanted you to be the one to decide if you were covered or not.”

The fear in her mind and the feeling of needing to be punished took over.

“No.”

“No, why?”

“Because I don’t want to!” Lauren shouted because she didn’t know how to justify not wanting one.

“Lauren try to stay calm. You don’t have to get dressed. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”

“Untie me please...”

“Lauren...”

“everyone knows... everyone...” Lauren tried to get to the real heart of the matter but it just made her more upset.

“Lauren it doesn’t matter what others know or think, it matters what you know and think. We can take care of you and then when you’re ready: you can take care of you.”

“Take care of me? you can take me home, i’ll be your good girl. Just let me be someone else, someone no one knows.”

“Lauren, I still believe we can get you through and get you through this as Lauren. Is there anything I can do to meet your immediate needs?”

Lauren knew she had no leverage, she also knew that the doctor probably did know best. She decided to just answer her question.

“I feel sweaty and gross, I need to pee...” Lauren said defeated.

“I’ll see that you’re taken care of immediately. I’ll send Nurse Karen.”

“Thank you.” Said Lauren half sincere, half wanting to end the conversation.