Etiquette Lesson

Mel decides to strip Elizabeth completely naked.

"Here's the problem." Mel stated, while holding up Elizabeth's bra.

"These thick inserts in this bra seems too heavy for your petite body to support. And my dear, let's be honest, you don't really need a bra. And without those whorish high heels, you're no taller than my neighbors' four year old daughter."

This was all true. Elizabeth was well below average, in the female looks department. on the scale of pixie to amazon, she is firmly on the pixie side.

Standing in her office, completely naked and ****, Elizabeth watched, slightly uncomfortable, as this now much taller woman examines her clothes.

"I guess this'll do." Says Mel, as she dresses Elizabeth. The blouse that hung over her once D-cup "breasts" is now a dress. The hem of it came down mid-thigh.

Mel scoffs in disappointment. Attempting to regain control, Elizabeth tries to begin the session again.

"Erm..why don't we do this again, please. What do you think you should be focusing on, your compulsiveness or your relationship with your son?"

"Well, Lizzie. I think we both feel that, being the only adult in the room, I should be asking you questions."

Elizabeth was stunned by this switch but she knew she had to abide by her own practice's policy.