Tell the embarrassing truth!

"What do you want me to do?" Lauren asked. She was ****. She couldn't live like this. 20 years old in diapers... it just couldn't go on!

"Well, I feel like there's some deep seeded repression going on." Dr. Feldman said. "I have to ask, why did these memories come back? Perhaps some **** stress? Maybe a secret you keep from the world?"

"T... there's something like that." Lauren admitted. She crossed her arms over her chest, nervously obscuring her padded bra. The doctor noticed this reflex.

"I think we'll have to work through this neurosis together. For starters, I think you should explain this secret."

"I... it's private!" Lauren said, shutting him down.

"I understand. However, without knowing the details there's little I can do to help. Honesty is vital for me to help you fix your problems."

Lauren brooded for a moment.

"You... we have like doctor patient confidentiality or something, right?"

"Correct." Dr. Feldman said. "Nothing you say will leave this room."

"Well... okay, as long as nobody will know." Lauren took a deep breath, **** to begin. "Okay.... so... I wear a padded bra."

There was a moment of silence. Dr. Feldman stared at her chest. Lauren blushed and looked away.

"You do?" He asked. "Well, that certainly would relate to this maturity issue you have been experiencing. How long have you worn this?"

"I... for 8 years." Lauren said. "I never really.... developed much, in high school." Her face was crimson as she spoke. She'd never told anyone this before. "I started using tissue paper to give myself breasts so I could keep up with the other girls. Then once everyone thought I looked like that, I had to keep it up."

"How much padding are we talking about here?" Feldman asked, more for curiosity then psychiatry.

"I... a lot, okay?!" She said. "There's also... other things."

"Other things?" He asked, confused. "What other things?"

"Well, my lower half has gotten bigger the last few years. I keep meaning to start dieting, but haven't had the time. So I've bought some shaping panties so nobody could tell."

"I see..." Dr. Feldman tried to hide his smile with his notepad.

"I also... have a few pairs of spanx and a girdle, for certain outfits..." Lauren looked like an overripe cherry, her face was so flushed. "I'm not fat! It's just... I have a reputation."

"Yes, the hottest girl in town'." Feldman quoted. "I heard you before. Well, I think I'm beginning to get an idea of your issues and potential treatments...