See a shrink

A week later...

"So, why are you here Lauren?" Dr. Feldman asked. Lauren didn't respond.

"Lauren?" He asked looking at her. Suddenly she exploded.

"I'm here because I keep peeing my fucking pants, okay!" She yelled. "I keep having this dream, remembering when I peed myself when I was a kid. Then I wake up and I've pissed myself! It keeps happening and I can't stop it! I went to a doctor and they said I'm fine. So now I'm here so you can fix my brain or whatever, so I don't have to worry about this shit!"

"That is quite the problem." Dr. Feldman raised an eyebrow.

"I know! And last week I did it in class, in front of everyone! Now nobody will take me seriously, despite the fact that I'm the hottest girl on campus!"

Dr. Feldman wrote 'vanity much?' on his pad of paper. Still, despite her bold claim, she was quite a looker. Probably the hottest client he had. This was much more interesting then the average necrotic house wife...

"And now I have to wear diapers, because it happens so much! Fucking diapers! I'm 20! I've been wearing clothes so nobody can tell but I think it kind of makes a sound and people know..."

"Wait... are you wearing a diaper now?" He asked. Lauren blushed, then pulled her legs up to hid her middle.

"Yes." She said in a tiny voice. He looked at her waist. She was wearing bagy khakis, but there was a definite bulge there... a 20 year old looker? In diapers! This was the most interesting client he'd ever had!

"So just hurry up and fix me, alright!" Lauren demanded. "I've got a fucking life, you know?!"

"Lauren, this doesn't work like that." He explained. "There isn't some on off switch in the brain to fix you. The mind is incredibly complicated. We have to peel back the layers to deal with this problem, go back to that memory you spoke of."