More Odd thoughts

As Ingrid walked to the school's cafe, she could not get rid of the thought that every boy behind her was staring at her ass. Why didn't I put my blazer on? she thought, thinking it would cover at least some of her ass. As she walked along the path through the quad, she saw some boys playing frisbee and some sitting alone studying or reading, and some chatting with friends. She smiled if she made eye contact. _You like my ass, eh? _she thought just before catching herself. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

In the cafe, she picked up a turkey club and a bottle of mineral water. She decided to eat in her office and walked back, still having the conflicting feelings of wanting boys to check out her ass and thinking that was totally unprofessional and beneath her.

She ate lunch as she looked through her social media. Every photo of her showed her with a huge ass. Even a photo she had posted from her high school senior trip to the lake. She could not figure this out.

Ingrid's 1 pm class went just the same as her morning class: she assumed every boy in class was staring at her ass when her back was to them, and she could not make eye contact, but the more she thought about boys staring at her ass, the more she seemed to enjoy it despite not wanting to.

Finally, it was time to meet with her friend. Dr. Switzer and Ingrid started college at the same time and were in the same sorority. They had gone off to different colleges to get their masters and PhD's but both endned up here and they resumed their friendship.

Dr. Emily Switzer's office welcomed her friend her and sat at her desk. "So, Ingrid, what's up?"

"How long have we known each other, Em?"

"Um, at least 12 years. Why?"

"Ever since you met me, did I have...I mean...was I always...this curvy?"

"Yes, you've done a very good job keeping that same figure."

"So, I've always had wide hips and a big...a big butt."

"Um, yeah. What's this about?"

"What if I tell you that before today, I have no memory of having this body? Yesterday I had 35 inch hips and butt, and today, I'm freaking Kim Kardashian."

"I'd say you're dealing with some repressed memories, feeling guilty about something, or you feel ashamed about something. Why do you think you can't remember your own body shape?"