You enter the office, duh.

The receptionist looks me up and down as I exhale weakly on the couch. She gives me a disgusted look and nods towards the door.

"You're turn, Mr. Newman." She sneers at me as I stand up. I give her a thankful look and stumble to the door of the therapist's office, leaving her. I can hear her voice at the end of the hallway. "Hm... so he really is a sissy..."

Knocking on the door, a friendly woman in a business suit opens the door. "Mr. Newman, yes?"

"Uh... yeah. I've been here before." I say as I enter. "For... Neglect. It was years ago."

"Ah! Well, hello again! You've grown. How many years has it been, Alex? Four?" She asks, her face lit up with a warm smile. "Anyway, I've got all your data... y'know, your important details like your date of birth, parents and all that... so where would you like to begin? A man called Darunia organised this to discuss a 'repressed sexuality', but I'd rather you feel free to share anything you feel the need to."