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"Alright," I said, with some trepidation. She laughed. "Don't worry! It's perfectly safe, and you really won't do or say anything you don't want to. It just brings to the surface what's already there."

She fished around in a drawer and took out a long pocketwatch, and asked me to follow it with my eyes. I did, and felt myself getting sleepy...

"Are you there, John?" I heard her ask. I felt different, calmer, safer. "Yes," I said, in a monotone.

"Good," she said. "Now, since I'm your therapist, you trust me, right?"

"Yes," I said.

"Okay, good. So, I'm going to ask you, since you trust me, to forget what we talk about when you're like this. It's a little safe secret between you and me, so you don't have to be embarrassed."

That made sense. I agreed.

"Now, do you think there's anything that might be making your sexual preferences change?" she asked.

I honestly didn't.

"Hmmm, okay. Now, this is a bit of a forward question, but... Do you like women's breasts more, or their butts?"

It was forward, but I didn't mind. I trusted Lynn and felt safe. "Both," I said.

"Do you have a picture of your wife?" she asked.

A picture? I didn't carry photos. Maybe that was something from an older generation.

"No," she laughed. "On your phone."

Oh, right. My phone. I did have pictures. Some were a bit... Naughty, though. I wanted to make sure she wouldn't mind.

"Don't worry about me," she said, smiling. I didn't worry anymore and showed her all of them. She stopped me on one of the naughtier ones, where Jane was completely naked.

"Now, let's look at this. You mentioned you like breasts and butts, but I notice your wife has a much slimmer build. Do you have any pictures of when she was pregnant?"

I did, although not those kind. "That's okay," Lynn said smiling, "We don't need those kinds of pictures." I showed them to her.

"Now, it seems like she's gotten quite a bit more in those departments when she was pregnant, isn't that right?" I nodded. "Could it be that you discovered you preferred that look a bit more while she was pregnant, and now you miss it?" That seemed sensible... Maybe that was the issue. Lynn was so good at this.

"Let's see if that's what might be going on," Lynn said. "May I borrow your phone?" I nodded, and gave it to her. She took out her own and did a quick Google search. "Now, who has larger breasts, the photo on your phone, or the one on mine?" She held up the naughty photo on mine, and a photo of a busty naked woman on hers.

I pointed to her phone. "And who has a larger butt?" Still her phone. "So, since you said you like larger breasts and butts, you like the picture on my phone better." She was right: I did prefer larger breasts and butts, and also, I did prefer the photo on her phone better, although I felt bad saying it since the one on my phone was my wife.

"Don't worry," she said, laughing lightheartedly. "This is between you and me: this never leaves the room." I felt reassured.

"Now, you might like this question more: which photo shows a woman with larger breasts and butt, your phone —" she swiped to the photo of Jane pregnant — "or mine?" She kept the same naked woman on her phone.

I pointed to my phone and smiled. Lynn had been right. "So, you prefer the photo on your phone." Now, to be honest, I wasn't actually sure that I did. But, it was of my wife, and also, she did have larger breasts and a butt. "Don't worry if you feel confused," Lynn said, "This can be confusing when you start to uncover your deeper feelings. But you do like larger breasts, and a larger butt, right?" I did. "And you want to like the photo with your wife more, right?" She was right. "So when I ask you which you like more again, you _will_ like the photo of your wife more." She sounded quite firm, but it was okay: I wanted to. "So , first or second?" Lynn asked, and I realized surprisingly that I now felt clear: I preferred the photo of my pregnant wife. Lynn was right. It felt satisfying to realize that.