Scopomastophobia.

Following the pattern of the rest of the book, Ted quickly sketched out his new disorder. The name came to him from nowhere - "scopomastophobia," or a fear of one's breasts being seen. This includes an irrational need to cover the breasts, a sense of shame or immodesty from being topless, or a feeling of discomfort when being ogled. He put the pen down and stared at his work. Having written it, he now felt silly. How was something like this supposed to work? Now women would just walk around topless because he wrote something down in a magic book?

Sherry knew she was being weird, but she just couldn't help it. The other shoppers stared at her, wondering what was wrong. Her thin, flimsy t-shirt had felt like a compromise when she'd left her apartment but here in the store it felt like a huge neon sign. She sighed with envy as a woman walked confidently past her, nipples hardening in the cool air of the produce section. Ironically, wearing a shirt made people stare at her even more.

As she quietly made her way up the cereal aisle, a woman with large breasts brushed past her. Feeling the hot, firm flesh briefly pressed against her arm sent a shiver down her spine. She longed for the confidence to bare her chest to the world like a normal person. She tried to push the thoughts aside and looked over the granola, trying to decide between dried berries and pecans.

"Scopomastophobia?" asked a kind voice behind her. She turned around to see a middle aged woman with perky, petite tits and a sympathetic smile. When Sherry nodded, the other woman patted her shoulder. "I used to be the same way. It's tough, right?"

Ted looked over the page. As long as he was fantasizing, he might as well go all the way. He added a second entry - "haphemastophobia", or the fear of allowing one's breasts to be touched.

"Here, feel this." The rather forward woman took Sherry's hand and put it on her left breast. "See how firm that is? I'm 42. You look to be in your twenties. And besides, those things are amazing! I can tell even through that shirt. I wish I had flaunted mine back when I could."

Sherry pulled her hand back awkwardly. This stranger was being very forward and she was uncomfortable. "Um, thank you, but I don't think I need help. I'm just trying to buy my grocer-"

She was interrupted when a passing customer sidled between them and casually squeezed her left breast. She squealed in shock and the customer scowled at her faux pas. The kind stranger laughed.

"You know, life is so much easier when you leave all that baggage behind. Whether you like it or not, people are gonna stare and touch. Especially with a set like that! Do you wanna know my secret, or are you gonna keep pretending this is normal?"

Sherry stared at the woman, who was watching her expectantly. Could she really cure her phobia?