She has to relive her most recent embarrassing memory

When was your most recent incident?

Uh, two days ago. Oh! That's still so weird. I'm already there again.

What do you see?

I'm sitting on my living room couch, watching Netflix. Both my parents are at work so I'm home alone.

And how do you feel?

Bored. I'm playing with the battery case on the remote and fiddling with the drawstrings of my shorts. Then the doorbell rings. I get up to go see who it is. It's the UPS guy, holding a decently big package. I make sure the front door's unlocked then I open it. I stand in the doorway and push open the storm door.

He says he needs a signature for the package. I say sure and take the pen but then drop it on accident. I crouch down to get it, but I'm still holding the storm door open so I kind of have to awkwardly lean over to grab it. Then, I stand back up and his eyes go wide. He has the look that people get when I'm showing off something I shouldn't. Oh no... The left shoulder strap of my tank top is off my shoulder, and the shirt's so big and baggy that my whole left boob is on display now.

You're not wearing a bra?

It's a hot summer day, and I'm not even leaving the house today! So, I don't have a bra on, okay?

Just asking! Please continue.

I pull the strap back up and start apologizing profusely but he just says it's fine. I sign for the package and step out onto the porch to grab the package from him. It's big and heavy enough that I basically need two hands to hold it. Right as I take it from him, I feel my shorts slipping down my legs! I can't see it because of the package but I know I'm showing off my panties. The UPS guy is looking right at them, oh my god!

Hold on, your shorts just fell?

They're a loose baggy pair that I usually have to cinch pretty tight. I guess I didn't have them tied.

Because you were playing with them earlier, that's right. Okay, continue.

Right. Uh, well my first thought is to just cover my underwear as fast as possible, so I just kind of lower the package in front of them. He laughs a little and wishes me a nice day, then turns around and walks away. I'm waiting for him to get out of sight so I can duck back inside when someone calls to me from my neighbor's house. It's Mr. Lincoln! I can't let him see me like this! I spin to my left to face him and take a few steps forward. I really hope the package is covering my lack of pants. We have a few bushes at the edge of our small porch, so he shouldn't be able to see my shorts on the ground.

He asks me how my summer has been going. I tell him fine and try to make a little small talk. He's been my neighbor since I was a kid, so I don't exactly want to be rude to him. Then, I feel a release of tension around my hips and fabric fluttering down my legs. I don't look, but I know. My panties just ripped and are now around my ankles. I'm bottomless! Oh god!! The only thing keeping my neighbor from seeing my pussy is this stupid box!

How did your panties suddenly fall?

They're an older pair that had been torn before. I stitched them up as best I could but they weren't exactly good as new. And I'd been meaning to touch them up for a while, so I'm pretty sure that's how they broke.

I see. Continue.

Mr. Lincoln looks down at my legs and gets a perplexed expression on his face. I think he saw my panties fall! I quickly ask him how Mrs. Lincoln is doing and he seems to forget about what he might've seen. I think there's people walking down the sidewalk, but I can't look! They might be seeing my bare ass! I need to get back inside ASAP! I keep nodding to what Mr. Lincoln is saying but slowly start backing up towards the door. Then I realize I'm gonna need a hand to open the storm door, but I'm not sure if I can hold the box with just one hand. I try my best, and wind up in this awkward semi-crouching position. I'm wrapping my right arm around the box, while leaning low enough to keep it in front of my pussy and at the same time I'm reaching my left hand for the door handle. Mr. Lincoln asks if I need a hand with it, but I say I've got it.

But then everything goes wrong. It all feels like it's happening in slow motion. I'm dipping my right shoulder too low. The right strap of my top slides off my shoulder and suddenly Mr. Lincoln is looking right at my boob! I grab for it with my left hand, but I'm panicking and I drop the box. Now he can see that I'm bottomless too! I lunge for the box but the horizontal handle of the door slides under the left strap of my top. My hands are inches from the box but I'm suddenly yanked backwards because of my trapped top. I try to regain my balance but my right foot lands on my shorts and it goes sliding forwards. I'm toppling backwards and can't stop myself. My tank top is yanked over and off of my head as I crash to the ground. And now I'm laying on my back, legs splayed out from the fall, and I'm fucking naked! Mr. Lincoln is looking right at me, absolutely gobsmacked. Nooo!! He's seeing everything!!

Alright, pause right there.

If I have to.

How do you feel?

Embarrassed! Humiliated! Mortified!

And why do you feel embarrassed?

BECAUSE MY NEIGHBOR'S STARING RIGHT AT MY NAKED FUCKING BODY!

Okay. Okay. Try to remain calm. Now accept that you're feeling embarrassed.

I DO.

Good. Now the question. So what?

So what, it's just a close family friend that I've known for years LOOKING AT ME NAKED!

Mackenzie, try to stay calm.

I'm NOT calm! This is the worst!! Why do I have to relive this nightmare?!

It's difficult at first, but this is the way to make progress.

I just... I don't think I can get past this.

Maybe not right now, but you WILL be able to someday. If you keep working at it.

...

Alright, go ahead and finish reliving the incident. Then, we'll call it a day.

Fine. I need to run. I need to get the fuck inside. Right now. I scramble to my feet and yank the d- What? I yank the door, but it's not moving. I know I left it unlocked. This isn't right. My... my shirt is wrapping around my hand. I can't get it off! It- hey! Now it's got both my hands! And my shorts are on my foot! Now my panties too! Rrgh, I can't move my feet! And my shirt's pulling my arms above my head! I-I'm stuck!!

Mackenzie, remember! I am calm! I am centered!

I am NOT calm and centered!! M-Mr. Lincoln has a camera out now and he's filming me! Stop!! Please, just stop!

You're alright Mackenzie, it's just a memory! I am calm! I am centered!

I... I am calm. I... Oh no. The UPS guy is back! He AHH! He's grabbing me!

Grabbing you? Mackenzie I know it's hard but you have to center yourself!

H-he's groping my breasts! He's, ahh! And my nipples! He's tweak-mmmMM! Hah... hah...

Nothing you're feeling is real!

I am c-calm! I am centAHH! I c-can't! I can't do it! Oh god, he-hmmmmOH!!

You can do it!

I amMMMMM... I am calm! I am AHN! Ooohh! I am centered! I... Hm! Hm! Hm! Hmmmmmm!! I ammmm calmmmm! Ahhn! I-I-I am c-c-cnnngh! I a-a-am centered!!

...Mackenzie? Are you alright?

Y-yeah. I think so. I'm back to seeing nothing.

Oh thank goodness. Alright, I'll bring you out of the trance now.

Phoebe stopped the metronome and slowly roused Mackenzie from her trance. She gave the redhead a few moments to recover and fully come back to her senses. Mackenzie sat back up, still naked, and couldn't help but notice a small wet spot on the couch where her womanhood had been.

"That was crazy..." Mackenzie said. "It all felt so real."

"I know hypnotherapy is powerful but I've never seen anything like that," Phoebe said. "I think you've got a very powerful subconscious, Mackenzie."

"I don't really know what to make of that."

"For the moment, I don't either. But before you go for the day, I'd like to talk about some of the connections I made while you were under." Mackenzie nodded. "That first memory, at the pool, was completely accidental, it seemed. It was clear you weren't getting any sexual pleasure out of that situation." Mackenzie nodded again, feeling like that much was obvious. "But, that small incident might have had larger repercussions on your developing sexual tendencies. Most likely not as much as the prom incident, but possibly some nonetheless." Mackenzie wasn't sure what to say, so she just stayed quiet.

"That second memory, on the other hand, was all but brimming with sexual urges."

"Brimming?" the redhead scoffed. "I mean I know things got crazy at the end but-"

"Even before the end! Mackenzie you probably didn't realize it, but you laid out the following scenario: You were home alone and bored. You were wearing a baggy shirt that all but falls off if you lean over too much. You were wearing loose shorts that you had untied. And you were wearing underwear that you knew wasn't reliable. You had already dressed yourself in an outfit that you could easily slip out of.

"Then, a stranger appeared at your door and a chance presented itself. You had a golden opportunity to alleviate your boredom by satisfying your sexual urges in the form of exposing yourself to the man. And to take things even further, you caught the attention of a neighbor, someone you knew well. Exposing yourself to someone you knew would be even more embarrassing than a stranger, and therefore make the sexual gratification even more satisfying. And then that's what you did. Your clothes fell off left and right, increasing your exposure bit by bit, until you fell right out of your shirt and wound up naked.

"Now, tell me. In the real memory, when you got up, what did you do?"

"I... I ran straight inside."

"Did you pick up any of your clothes before doing so?"

"...No. But I was freaking out and I just wanted to get out of sight!"

"Or, you wanted to be seen naked as long as possible. And, please answer honestly, did you masturbate after that event?"

"Wh-! No! I didn't!" Mackenzie insisted, and she hadn't. But the back of her mind thought about it a little harder. Hadn't she masturbated before bed later that night? But that wasn't because of the incident! It couldn't have been!

"Okay," Phoebe said. "And as for the end of that memory, where things began changing..." She glanced at the clock on the wall and then back to Mackenzie, who was blushing again. "I don't think we have enough time to even start unpacking that." Mackenzie grimaced in embarrassment.

"But," Phoebe continued, "I'm now certain my hypothesis was correct. You absolutely have some exhibitionist urges, even if you aren't consciously aware of them. And, I won't lie, they seem much more ingrained and powerful than I ever imagined. But, the same approach will work. If we keep working at it together, you will be able to overcome them."

"Okay..." Mackenzie said, feeling exhausted and just wishing she was home at that point.

"Alright, I'll see you next week!"

Mackenzie stood up and slowly walked out of the office, only to come running back in twenty seconds later.

"I, uh, forgot about my clothes! Can you get them, please?"

"Oh, yes of course," Phoebe said, heading to the safe. "You know, it's actually a positive sign that you walked out of here without realizing you weren't wearing clothes. It means you're getting more comfortable with your nudity already! Oh, come on, you stupid thing! Just! Open! There we go!" She handed Mackenzie her clothes back and Mackenzie put them on as fast as she could before leaving and heading home.