The truth is out!

When her psychiatrist asked her this question, the redhead was taken aback for a moment. How was she supposed to feel? She was completely naked and barefoot in front of a stranger. She tried to remain impassive, but the way she looked at her breasts made her feel confused. The school board president tried to convince herself that the person looking at her at that moment was only doing so for medical purposes and that it was part of some therapy she was probably destined to undergo. As much as she had been forced to expose herself in the past, she did not like showing herself naked at all, even in this context, albeit confidential and in some way related to health care.

Jessica, noticing that her patient was just turning beet red and not answering her question, tried to keep her voice calm and, trying to be as comforting and professional as possible, repeated the question: “How are you feeling now?”

Renee curled her toes, twisted her fingers in stress, but finally answered, albeit stammering the first words: "What exactly do you want to know? How do I feel about being naked in front of strangers? How does a girl feel when she is stripped of her clothes and humiliated like I am?" The redhead was getting angry, her tone rising in intensity, but Jessica's calm gesture and understanding gaze made her tone soften.

The psychiatrist knew what her goal was, but she also knew that she had to gain the patient's trust first, and that these things take time! Jessica took off her glasses, cleaned them with studied calm, and then, after grilling Renee for what seemed like an eternity, put them back on. As soon as she did, the doctor noticed that her patient's nipples had become erect. Pretending not to notice, she finally spoke again: “Listen to me, dear, I know very well how it feels when others deprive you of your clothes, I know what it means to walk naked through the corridors of a college. What I would like to know from you now, at this very moment, is how do you feel about being naked in front of me? Please tell me the truth so that I can handle your case in the best possible way.”

Trying to remain as professional as possible, she noticed that her words had probably made an impression. Renee sat down in a slightly more relaxed position, spreading her knees a little wider and unclenching her fingers. The redhead took a deep breath and, feeling the rough carpet of the office tickling the soles of her feet, tried to formulate the best possible response: "Being here with you naked feels strange. I know that medical examinations, the ones that involve complete check-ups, are done naked. You're a doctor, and what happened to you in the past is happening to me now, so you surely understand me better than others... Well, standing here naked in front of you makes me feel ashamed because I don't know you, but it's better than being exposed in the hallway. And then... Yes, that's right..." However, the president couldn't finish her sentence; she was getting agitated again!

Jessica intervened immediately: << Calm down! Calm down! Breathe in and breathe out, breathe in and breathe out. I am bound by patient-doctor confidentiality, unless you commit a serious crime such as murder, I am not required to say anything! >> She tried to make her smile and put her at ease, staring at her without malice. At that point, Renee confessed the unconfessable!

“Here, doctor, I'm a little excited! There's a part of me that gets excited!” Blushing like a beetroot, she began to avoid her therapist's gaze. “That doesn't mean I like it, right? I mean, it's a normal bodily response, even if the stimuli are inflicted and unwanted, right?”

Jessica smiled mentally. This was what she was looking for!