The truth

"I don't know what's going on, Mrs. Langstrom!" Shari said, panicking. "I swear, when I left my house this morning I was dressed! I even wore two pairs of underwear just in case this happened again!"

"Again?" Mrs. Langstorm asked, "What do you mean 'again'?"

"I know this sounds difficult to believe, but this is the fifth time in two weeks that this has happened to me!" Shari said. "I don't know how or why, but I keep losing my clothes despite knowing I left my house with them on!"

"J-just explain to me what happened before you came into work this morning." Mrs. Langstorm said, trying to wrap her head around all this.

"I got up, had breakfast, took a shower, put on two pairs of underwear before I got dressed, then got in my car and drove here."

"Was that it?" Mrs. Langstrom asked, "Nothing happened that you found unusual or out of the ordinary?"

Shari fought back to this morning. She double checked everything, she closed the front door, and then... She was in the driver's seat of her car. It didn't take a genius to point out that there were some missing steps there.

"Wait." Shari said out loud, "I think there was a point where I blacked out. I closed my front door and then found myself in my car. Something must have happened there!"

"And do you remember what it was?"

"I don't know!" Shari groaned in exasperation.

"Here!" Mrs. Langstorm said as she slid a a card under the changing room door. "This is the number of someone who can hopefully help."

Shari picked the card up and read it, groaning as she did so. The card had what appeared to be a home address and phone number, but it was the name that annoyed her.

Dr. Jennie Westley, P.h.D.

Hypnotherapist

"Not her!" Shari groaned out loud.

"Is something wrong?"

"Jennie was my annoying roommate back in college." Shari explained, "She always played these stupid pranks on me! I just prayed I'd never have to see or speak with her again once we graduated!"

"This may just be your only option, Shari." Mrs. Langstorm said, "Look, my eldest daughter used to have bed wetting problems. Just try to imagine the humiliation of a thirty year old having to put on a pair of Depends each night. She went to see Dr. Westley one time, and she's been waking up dry for the past two months. If there's anyone better for you to see to fix this problem you seem to be having, I'd like to hear it."

Shari sighed, realizing that she had ****. Who knows? Maybe Jennie had finally stopped and grew out of pranking?

If only she knew.

"Fine." Shari said in defeat, slipping the card into her shoe. "I'll go see her after work. Speaking of which, could I... Maybe... Borrow some clothes to work in, please?"