Open up to Dr.Ivy

Xander worked his mouth, trying to find the words to what was bothering him right then. It was tough to put into words, but he felt Dr. Ivy's eyes watching him closely. He had to say something. He placed his fist in a hand, feeling the cuffs of his short sleeves pinch at his thick biceps. Damn, he was so confined in these clothes. Why did his family like this? Why did his female friends? It was almost cartoonish, right?

"I..." Xander began, trying to think about something other than his imprisoning clothes. "Uh, mom got me some new pants. You know what... You know the kind of jeans I wear. I like them baggy and loose. I don't like to... I don't like that it can be seen. But, she gave me these khaki's. They're popular apparently, but... I can't sit easy.

"I keep getting these looks from women I pass. I know I'm big... I'm tall, I mean. And that... Well, yeah, I'm big down there, too, but I feel weird. Like I'm an object or something. I don't... I don't know how to accept all that, you know?"

The attractive brunette smiled warmly at him, giggling softly.
"Boy, you're really fixated on it, aren't you? .. It seems no matter what I say, you'll constantly stress about it. Xander, you may have OCD, worrying about unnecessary things that noone else notices, all the implications of every decision, action, reaction.. I could give you some ****, but I think I have a better way that may put your mind at ease.

Of course.. I'm not going to **** you to do anything, but I think it may help. I think you should unzip your pants and show this thing to me.
This is nothing sexual, this is just to help clear the air for you. People can exaggerate, and certainly one can over stress about their own issues.
I think you need some professional perspective." she said, nodding, waiting for his decision.