Her same old self

Dr. MacIntyre sighs in relief as she looks at her body. Of course nothing would be different. Why was she giving in to this guy's delusions? In the mirror she sees the same wet-dream of a body she always does. The one sculpted by hours and hours of work, amazing genetics, and a killer fashion sense. She can't help but admire herself. She looks from her face, as pretty as any models even if it were clear of makeup, her pouty lips that make every man's mind wander to blow jobs, her nose and chin that plastic surgeons dream of recreating. She looks down her body, her giant tits nearly falling out of the tight shirt, which hugs her tiny waist. A stretch of skin is exposed between the bottom of the shirt and the top of her black leather pencil skirt. Her hips flare out dramatically from that tiny waist. She turns to see her ass, which was large by nature, and toned to perfection through exercise. Her legs are perfect and shapely, shaped even more by her 5" heels. She smiles and winks at herself, lost in the image of her beautiful, thick eyelashes waving down, then back up. That look has caused countless men's jaws to drop, and even one car accident.

John clears his throat. She hurries back to her chair, blushing a little. "Sorry, John, I'm afraid I don't see any difference. In your mind, did you see me as looking different a moment ago?"

"Honestly, I'm not so sure we should be talking about me, anymore. I think I've solved my ethical dilemma. Besides, Sheila, oh, you like to be called by your first name, don't you? It would be troublesome to make you believe me. And I don't know if I want you to believe me anyway. I think I'll find I like being underestimated," he says. He leans back in the chair, resting his arms on the armrests, putting one leg up. He projected a strange new confidence, and the image made Sheila think of an old king on his throne.

"I don't think that's healthy. I'm glad you're feeling better about yourself, but it was guilt that brought you here today. You were afraid to change people, because taking free will is wrong. You can't just feel better because you've decided this isn't an issue anymore."

He waves his hand in a dismissive gesture. "I think I'm done with that. Why don't we talk about your therapy methods, instead? I've been coming in here for years to fix my problems, and barely saw any improvement. I think I have some suggestions."