Author: Kopema
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Summary: Jenny consults a hypnotherapist about a strange dream.......
Jenny leaned back on the psychiatrist's couch. It was a huge, incredibly supple black leather affair, yet Jenny looked anything but at ease. She was about to reveal her innermost thoughts and fears to a total stranger. For a woman who tries her best to be prim, proper, and reserved, this was a daunting prospect indeed.
"Well, doctor," She began nervously, "I'm really not even sure why I came here. I mean, I'm really very normal. Hah, it's not like I'm crazy or anything! He he he. . ."
"Don't worry about a thing." The doctor said in a soothing, almost hypnotic kind of voice. "I'm a professional. Oh, sure, I'm not technically licensed or degreed or anything like that, but I am a fully competent therapist, and I'm only here to help you."
"Oh, yes, of course." Jenny forgot her own nervousness as she tried to re-assure the doctor. OK, not *technically* a doctor, but that surely was through no fault of his own. "I'm sure you're the best. My friend Ashley gave you her highest recommendation."
"Why thank you, I am quite flattered." The doctor soothed. "But we are here to help with your problems. Before we begin your hypnotherapy, I believe you wanted to speak to me about a dream you had."
"Of course, the dream." Jenny was now at ease. Without realizing it, she settled more deeply into the plush couch, her tension easing away as she lay in the darkened office. With the therapist behind her, Jenny was no longer aware of his gaze upon her. To Jenny, it seemed as if the "doctor" had looked at her in a manner that was not necessarily the most professional. But Jenny often had that opinion about people; she guessed that was part of her problem.
"Well, there I was, walking along a busy sidewalk. I was wearing a light strapless dress. For some reason I simply love to wear the things, but they can be quite . . . um, inconvenient at times. Anyway, there I was, walking along, when I suddenly realized I had forgotten to wear any underwear! I couldn't for the life of me figure out how that could have happened. Isn't that just the strangest thing?"
"Oh yeah, yeah." Breathed the therapist.
Jenny cocked her head slightly at the strangely labored sound of his voice, but by now she was too caught up in her story to be distracted.
"Anyway, as I said, I was walking along, wearing only this thin, light strapless dress and heels. All of a sudden, I became aware of the silk brushing against my naked body. Isn't that odd? Instead of thinking of myself as wearing a dress, I could only think of myself as naked, with a dress draped over me. Maybe that's part of my problem. What do you think, doctor?"
Jenny began to turn her head, but she felt the counselor's warm hand brush the side of her face, turning it forward. "Don't stop." He said, his voice if anything even more breathless than before.
Jenny continued. "I was walking along the street, as I said, naked under the thin, soft fabric. And even though I was decently covered, I could feel the eyes of everyone on me; the men seemed to be leering, and the women trying not to show it, but staring daggers at me, although I certainly hadn't done a thing to them.
"It seemed that men brushed against me far more than was necessary as I walked. I could never point to one and say: that man mauled me! There always seemed to be some excuse.
"I was on the way to the biggest job interview of my life. I have lost a lot of jobs . . . but, that's another story. It felt like this was the opportunity of a lifetime and I was in serious danger of missing it. My friend Ashley had set it up for me, but she said she had just heard about the offering, and the cutoff for applications was today. She had me showered, made up and out the door of her apartment in no time flat.
"Come to think of it, I guess that's why I didn't have any underwear on. Ashley is my best friend in the whole world, but sometimes she can be a bit scatterbrained, even if she means well.
"To make matters even worse, the high heels and dress she loaned me were a bit on the small side. Ashley's tastes in clothing are far more risque than mine, but even she would not have been caught dead wearing this outfit in public. The shoes were bright red 3-inch heels, and the dress was sheer, white, tight, slinky, and only came to the upper thigh — on Ashley! With my more -- well -- generous, build, it was practically indecent. But she was loaning me her clothes out of the goodness of her heart, and I couldn't expect her to give me her favorite outfit, so I really had no business complaining.
"I guess beggars really shouldn't be choosers, because when I groused that you could practically see my pubic hairs around the French-cut panties, she whipped them off of me, hustled me into the bathroom, pushed me into the tub, handed me a razor and told me to shave off all that unsightly hair between my legs.
"Time was tight, and I had learned never to argue with Ashley once she gets that look in her eye. I guess you have to admire her tenacity. Sometimes it tends to get her — well, actually, I guess me -- in a lot of trouble. But she always does it with my best interests in mind, so I can never work up the nerve to argue. Deciding it would take less time to comply than to complain, I went to work. Ashley was not satisfied until every last pubic hair was gone and I was as smooth as a billiard ball down there. It was an odd feeling, let me tell you, I felt all tingly and, well -- exposed. That's a feeling I hate worse than any, but again I guess that's why I'm here.
"When I looked down, my nipples were clearly visible. Ashley assured me that this was only true from my angle above. I begged her for a bra, but she pointed out it would be impossible to wear one the way this dress fit on me. She thought for a second, then rummaged in her closet and brought out a red, fuzzy object.
"She said ‘This is a boa I wore recently to a costume party. It should cover your overblown titties for you if you're that worried.' She joked. (Sometimes her sense of humor is a little biting, but I know it's all in good fun, so I laugh right along.) She handed it to me, and I gratefully wrapped it around my shoulders. I knew it was unconventional, but in my distraught state, I was more concerned with coverage than fashion. Besides, I rationalized, women wore this kind of thing decades ago, back when modesty and decorum were at their peak.
"I tried to look in the mirror, but Ashley rushed me back into her bedroom — because the light was better there — and began applying my makeup and fixing my hair. I begged her to go easy, but she said I knew nothing about corporate fashion and besides, the more I talked and moved my face, the less delicate she could be. I sat stoically, hoping my worried expression and hair spray-induced coughing fits wouldn't distort my features too much.
"She pushed me out the door of her apartment into the hallway. Unfortunately, in addition to being overbearing, Ashley can also be a bit self-centered at times. She refused to give me a ride because she was late for a sightseeing trip of some sort. I couldn't figure out what she needed with her video camera bag, but I had no time to ask. She headed for the parking garage, and I was out the lobby door.
"I guess I must have looked quite a sight, race-walking down the street, but it was the only chance I had of arriving in time. I always feel self-conscious when I speedwalk, even in my lycra shorts, because of the hip-swaying, torso-swinging gait required for top performance. Ashley taught me the correct form herself. Gosh, is there anything that girl doesn't know? But in my present getup, I felt way beyond self conscious — I got the bizarre impression that I was making a complete spectacle of myself. Without a sports bra, or any bra for that matter, my breasts were heaving like crazy. I was sweating profusely, and I was afraid my thick makeup would run. My white dress got soaked, but I couldn't afford to look down; Ashley says that can take minutes off your time. Besides, I knew it was only my overactive self-consciousness at work. Ashley says that's what I need to work on the most.
"I passed by a man collecting donations on the sidewalk. He was in one of those religious groups, you know, where they wear robes and disavow all possessions and worldly pleasures. I remembered that I had seen the same man earlier, but I didn't have my pocketbook. He was insistent, so I had promised I would go home and get my purse. When I walked past this time, he looked down at the cheap handbag I had borrowed from Ashley and stopped me. With a gleam in his eye, he thanked me profusely for returning.
"Unfortunately, I couldn't stop even for a second. I knew it was rude, and I hated doing it, but I charged right on by, even shaking off his hold on my elbow. As I left he shouted something about not returning until I had divested myself of material greed and was willing to beg for forgiveness. I felt like a heel, but I had no choice.
"Just a few blocks later, I got to the address I had been given: 1141 and ½ South Jefferson. I panicked -- it was nothing but an alleyway. I had no watch with me, but the sun was going down. I double checked the address, and looked back up. In the shadows, I saw two people. I went back to ask directions. This was the old part of town, so I assumed this is one of those addresses where the same numbers show up in two different areas. Surely these two would know where the counterpart address could be found.
"In the back of the alley, I saw a tall black man and an even taller woman. As I approached, I saw that the man was dressed very flamboyantly. I am a very racially aware person and I was glad to see this man flaunting the white man's conventions like that. The woman, on the other hand, was simply inexcusable: she was dressed in an impossibly tight, short skirt, with no bra to cover her tremendous breasts. She looked positively obscene.
"I tried to conceal my disgust as I walked up. I just gave her a kind of innocent sneer, you know, then turned to look at the gentleman. I told him I was looking for a job, and was told this was the place to go. He just looked kind of bemused and started chuckling. The woman, on the other hand must have really taken my snub to heart. Her eyes went wide, and she started screaming at the top of her lungs. Frankly, I didn't know most of the words she was calling me, but I heard ‘whore' more than a few times. I don't know whether you realize this, but that is the last thing a proper young woman wishes to be called.
"That must have been the last straw for me. I turned to her and explained, as calmly as I could, that no self-respecting woman would ever go out in public dressed as she was. And, ok, I guess this part may have been a little out of line, but I said ‘If anyone deserves to be called a whore, it's you, you slut!'
"Out of nowhere, she pulled a knife. This next part is kind of embarrassing. I'm afraid I wet myself from fright. It was an awful, steady stream right then and there. To make matters even worse, my shaking knees completely gave way, and I dropped to them right there in the puddle I had just made.
"They both started laughing loudly, but all I could do was stare at the knife; it looked 5 feet long. I started pleading that I would give her anything if she would just let me live. She demanded my purse, which I gladly handed over. Unfortunately, it was an old purse of Ashley's that she never used. I thought it had nothing in it. But when the lady opened it up, dozens of condoms fell out. That must have been where Ashley kept her supply of them for when she and her husband ran out of whatever other birth control they used. For some reason, this made the woman even madder. She looked me up and down and said ‘Well, if only a whore would wear clothes like that, and you say you're not a whore, why don't you just give me that dress of yours.'
"I'd like to say I held out, but my modesty had been completely supplanted by fear. I whipped that dress off so fast, it literally made my head spin, and destroyed whatever may have been left of my hairdo. When the pair saw my shaved, um . . . crotch area, they both started laughing like mad. The lady's heels were almost as tall as mine, and as fate would have it, she suddenly slipped in the puddle of my shame. She fell, screaming wildly, while the man doubled over in laughter.
"Mindlessly, I ran from the alley, still wearing my heels and absolutely nothing else, body parts flapping like mad. I turned and ran down the street, directly toward the old man I had seen earlier. I must have looked a fright, covered in urine with a terrified expression on my face. My makeup and hair were ruined beyond recognition. Gasping for air, I tried to explain what had happened. He said: ‘My child, I did not think you would take my words to heart quite so soon -- or so literally!'
"I sputtered: ‘They're trying to kill me, you gotta hide me!"
"He stood behind the sign he had placed on the sidewalk, lifted his robes, and said ‘Here, this is the only place.' Having abandoned propriety long before, I dived toward what I saw as my only port in this storm. He dropped his hem and I suddenly realized that I was not the only one who had forgotten to wear underwear that day. I looked up and saw his, um . . . member, staring me in the face.
"I heard footsteps and then the voice of the woman asking where if the man had seen a crazy white woman run by here. As frightened as I was, I suddenly became aware that the dirty old man had a raging hardon! He said, ‘if one is contrite, one is forgiven all things.' He nudged me with his hips at the same time, as if he were trying to tell me something.
"Exasperated, the lady asked again if he knew where I was. The man said ‘If one does not take the Church into her, then all will be revealed.' And he slowly began raising the hem of his robe!
"Putting two and two together, I figured out the only way to save my skin was to perform the most disgusting sex act imaginable on a total stranger. Again, I would like to be able to say I hesitated, but sadly, I launched into it with more gusto than anything I had every done before.
"The acolyte kept right on preaching, becoming even more incoherent, until finally, babbling at the top of his lungs, he came without any warning at all. His -- I guess he would call it his ‘seed' -- went all over my face and started dripping down. I heard the lady say something like ‘You crazy Jesus freak!' and then some footsteps.
"Nervously, I whispered ‘Is she gone?' He just kept on babbling, so I said it again a little louder, then finally I yelled out ‘IS SHE GONE?'
He said, ‘All is made peaceful, my child.'
"I backed out from his robes, chagrined by my nudity, but trying to muster all the dignity I could. I yelled at him ‘Why you dirty old man! Look what you did all over my face!' He just looked past me, not like before, his eyes were focused on something.
"Anxiously, I turned around and saw the woman who had been chasing me, still holding her knife. With a death's head expression, she walked toward me accusing me of stealing some sort of business. I just stood and stared, thinking this is the end. Suddenly, her eyes got wide as saucers. She dropped the knife, turned and ran.
"At first I was simply relieved, then I realized I was standing on a public sidewalk, completely naked. The air brushing past my shaved area made feel more exposed than I had ever felt in my life — and that's saying quite a lot, believe me. My fear now gave way to an overwhelming embarrassment (in the most literal sense!) I crouched and tried to cover myself. I knew this only made me look more ridiculous, but I could not help myself. My face must have turned eight different shades of red. The rest of my body turned almost the same number.
"I heard a commotion behind me. Slowly I turned -- to see the City News Team van parked on the road, with crewmen and reporters gathered around! The red flashing light could only indicate that the live video feed was on. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw Ashley in the crowd with her video camera, but I guess that's silly — what are the odds of that?
"Finally my brain overloaded from the pure humiliation and nervous stress. Exhausted and overwhelmed beyond endurance, I fainted dead away.
"And that's when I had the dream. . . ."