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   Cindy in Therapy

   He was staring; he was trying to hide it, but she could tell.  She could
always tell.  She got off the subway at her stop and made her way through
the afternoon crowds.  The man sitting across from her on the subway was no
different than any of the other men.  They tried to hide it and she tried
not to notice the way their brows would raise in surprise, then they would
try to look everywhere but at her.  It didn't work though, their stares
invariably led back to her chest.  She was 20 years old and had HH Cup
breasts.

   Cindy had thought it was fun when she was developing so much faster than
her friends at a young age.  She was always the most popular with the boys
and the girls were jealous.  Ha!  Now it was more a curse, everyone
staring, being hit on by guys that were old enough to be her grandfather!
She wasn't taken seriously at work and losing that last promotion was the
final straw.  She was going to put an end to that today.  She had an
appointment with a plastic surgeon in ten minutes.  Life was going to get
better.

   an alternative

   Cindy found the plastic surgeons office, but she was a little skeptical
about going inside.  She checked the address on the card again to be sure
she was at the right place.  For a medical office, it looked a little run
down.  Oh well, who was she to judge, her life was about to change for the
good; she opened the front door and walked in.

   The reception area was nice and cozy.  It reminded her of the doctor's
office she used to visit as a kid.  It had the same old waiting chairs and
the same low coffee table with the old magazines.

   "Hello?  May I help you?"

   She turned and saw that a man had come out of a side hallway.  He was
probably in his mid-thirties, wearing a long white jacket, "Dr.  Amir?  I'm
Cindy.  I had an appointment at 3?"

   He smiled warmly; she liked his smile, a trusting smile.  "Of course,"
he said, "please come in." He motioned her down the hallway and into his
office.

   It was your standard medical office; large desk, tacky visitor chair,
large comfy chair, examining table, window and bookshelf full of unread
books.  Other than a couple medical diplomas on the wall and a dying plant
in the corner, the room was fairly sparse.

   He had seated himself behind the desk and was quickly reading a file
folder.  She sat in the visitors chair as he looked up, "Cindy, thank you
for coming today.  Am I correct; you are interested in a breast reduction
procedure?" She looked down and nodded.  "May I ask why?"

   She looked up, surprised; this was not the response she was expecting.
"Well, as I told you on the phone, I am uncomfortable with my size; I'm
experiencing back pain; um, I'm dizzy." She hoped he would be happy with
that.  She certainly didn't want to get into the actual reasons.

   "hmmm." He was looking at the file again, but seemed distracted, "back
pain...dizzy...uncomfortable." He set the file folder down and smiled. 
"Cindy, I understand what you are saying and these are very valid concerns.
As a physician, we are bound to explore every option; surgery always being
a last choice.  Even plastic surgeons must explore every option for their
patients."

   Cindy cut in, "But I need to have this done!" For all his fancy
explanation, it sounded like he was going to talk her out of it.  "Dr. 
Amir, you don't understand what it's like." She was tearing up now, she
told him everything; how she was always made to feel uncomfortable; how men
reacted around her; how she felt she was always on display.  He had to do
the surgery, he just had to!

   Dr.  Amir listened patiently; his hands steepled in front of him. 
"Cindy, believe me, I do understand.  You're not the first woman to come to
me with these concerns.  There is a therapy that I have had considerable
success with these past years." He held his hands up at her obvious look of
rejection, "Please, just give it a chance.  If it doesn't work, then we'll
explore the surgery option.  Honestly, as a physician, I am required,
ethically, to do this.  Any surgeon you approach would have to follow the
same steps." And he smiled.

   She found his smile so warm; so disarming, so trusting.  She replied
timidly, "What kind of therapy?"

   dr.  amir's therapy

   He could not believe his luck; it was finally going his way for a
change. The events of the past year with the court case; it seemed like the
whole world was against him.  One piece of luck, the evidence for the
sexual harassment charge had been inadmissible, so the charges had been
dropped in court.  Of course, the medical society had him on probation
which had really put a dent in his business and, more importantly, his pay
cheque.  Then Cindy had called one quiet Tuesday afternoon.  She had wanted
to come and discuss a breast reduction.  He knew if he handled this right,
he could be into some good cash.

   She had been right on time; three o'clock on the nose.  She had said
over the telephone that she was a HH cup, but the clothes she was wearing
today hid any sign of that.  She had on a bulky coat, over-sized dress
pants and low heels.  Her light brown hair was pulled up in a simple pony
tail.  She was sitting across the desk from him and he had to keep
pretending to read the blank file folder to collect his thoughts.  He had
to play this right.

   "What I propose is a series of therapy sessions.  Honestly, there is
more to it than just back problems and dizziness.  In these sessions we
will explore your reasoning, your fears and your inner-thinking.  I'm sure
you can see, I'm from India and we have had great success with hypnosis in
delving into a person's deep emotion."

   "I don't want to be hypnotized!" She looked like a deer ready to bolt.

   "No, no, please don't misunderstand.  True hypnosis is not making people
walk around like chickens; it's not making people do what they don't want
to do.  It's rather, a method for people to delve deeper into their psyche
so they can better understand their emotions and fears.  I guarantee you,
how long would I, as a professional, be in business if I was making people
bark like a dog, eh?" He smiled again; he could tell she liked his smile,
all the ladies did and it had an almost magical effect on them.

   She cautiously agreed.  He sat forward, "Good.  How about we have a
session right now?  It takes about 45 minutes.  Do you have time?" She said
she did; she had the entire day off.

   He closed the blinds and dimmed the lights.  He asked her to move to the
comfy chair and if she could remove her coat.  She hesitated, a look of
fear on her face.  "Cindy, remember, I am a doctor and there is nothing you
have that I have not seen before.  I have many, many clients that have
wanted not only breast reduction, but breast augmentation.  I just feel you
will be more comfortable without that bulky coat on."

   He busied himself at the bookshelf, preparing an incense burner,
silently hoping that she would trust him enough.  This would be the first
step.  When he turned around she had moved to the comfy chair and her coat
was in the visitor's chair.  Concealed under her coat was a light blue
button blouse that was two sizes too big.  Even with the over-sized shirt,
there was no hiding the monsters hidden inside.  Thank goodness she was
messing with her purse so she didn't see his reaction to her huge tits! 
They were spectacular!  He had to see them!

   "Isn't that better," he said in a soothing voice.  He set up the incense
burner on his desk, "This is just calming incense; it will help you relax."
It sure would; it was a combination of cherry wood shavings and a special
drug smuggled from India that is 5 times more potent than marijuana.  She
was going to be relaxed alright.  He lit the incense, turned on a low audio
clip of waves lapping a shoreline and then stepped to the door.  "I'm going
to step out for a couple minutes, just breathe in the scents and listen to
the sounds and I'll be back in and we can start." And he stepped out and
closed the door.

   He waited about 15 minutes then turned the silent exhaust fan on for the
office.  He waited another minute then walked in to the office to find her
sunk into the chair, her head laying back; her eyes only half opened; he
smiled.

   In a slow, low tone, he spoke to her in the dim light, "Cindy.  You are,
pussy, feeling totally relaxed.  You are miles away from everybody on a
quiet sand beach, penis, soaking up the sun." She smiled as she envisioned
the sunshine and the soft lapping of the waves.  She consciously missed the
insertion of the extra words, between her high and her deep trance. 
Experience had taught him though, that her sub-conscious was not missing
them; the training had begun.  He continued to talk to her in low tones
about relaxation and an inner peace with who she was; randomly inserting
words: tits, boobs, cock, and penis.
He talked about what a new confidence she had; how she was a changed
woman.  She had the strength of the ocean.  She was a strong, confident
woman, not influenced by the actions or opinions of others.  He could
actually see a change coming over her face as he spoke.  It was time to

push her a bit.

   "Nothing bothers you," he continued in the same, slow, low tones.  Your
feelings of insecurity wash away like waves, cock, in the ocean.  Your
breasts are yours and you are proud of them." He saw her visibly flinch and
fold her shoulders forward at the mention of her breasts.  "It doesn't
bother you.  You are proud and confident." He continued to encourage her
until her shoulders relaxed and she started to grin again.

   Push again, "You are not afraid to sit up straight and tall." She sat up
in her chair, "You are a confident woman; ready to push your chest out and
face the world." Jackpot; she pulled her shoulders back and pushed her big
breasts forward.  It was indeed, a sight to behold!  He snapped off some
shots on his cell phone.  The guys were not going to believe this!  He
continued his dialogue.

   "You are confident and strong.  It's hot.  You can't believe how hot it
is.  You undo the top button on your blouse to cool off." She fumbled at
the button and undid it.  "The sun is high, pussy, in the sky; glaring
down. You're not sure why you wore such a heavy blouse today.  You undo all
the buttons and that helps; you begin to cool down." She undid the rest of
the buttons; a smile on her face, her hands by her side.

   He continued to talk to her about confidence and pride, inserting his
special words.  While he was talking he had slowly moved forward and very
gently pulled her shirt open.  Damn, she was wearing a white lacy bra; her
nipples not quite visible through the thick material.  He snapped off more
pictures as he talked.  He could not believe how well this was going.  Some
people are more open to suggestion than others and Cindy was the most open
person he had ever worked with!

   It had been almost 45 minutes and he knew that the high was probably
good for just better than an hour.  As much as he didn't want to, he had
her do her shirt back up and settle back into the chair.

   "When I tell you, you will fall into a light sleep, you will remember
nothing, but you will feel more confident; you will be a stronger woman. 
You will stop on your way home today and buy a sexy bra.  You will wear it
tomorrow at your next appointment.  Now, have a little sleep and I will be
in shortly to wake you." He put the lights back down to their dim level and
stepped out.

   He spent the next ten minutes uploading and sending the pictures to a
number of his contacts.  He knew they were going to be very happy.

   He checked his watch.  It had been about fifteen minutes.  He entered
the office and turned the lights back up and opened the blinds.  "Cindy. 
How are you doing?"

   Cindy opened her eyes and looked around, the last of her light sleep
disappearing.  She smiled, "I feel...good." She stood up, "No, I feel
really good!"

   Her grin was contagious; he couldn't help but return it, "Cindy, you did
really well.  I would like you to come back tomorrow for your second
appointment.  Will that work for you?"

   She hesitated, thinking; trying to remember and then smiled, "Sure, I
have to work, but I'll just take the afternoon off; same time tomorrow?"

   This was a good indicator, she was very open to suggestion, which was
good to know, "Yes, three o'clock will be perfect." He showed her to the
door, "I'll see you tomorrow."

   She shook his hand, "Thank you Dr.  Amir, I haven't felt this good in a
long time.  You know what?" Her eyes lit up with an idea, "I think I'm
going to go shopping to celebrate!" And with that, she walked out the door
and down the street.

   Dr.  Amir smiled as he watched her go.  There were two things he
noticed: she had put her bulky coat back on, but didn't do it up, which was
a good sign; and the second thing; she was going shopping and just at the
end of the block was Paris Nights Lingerie shop.  He locked up and headed
to his desk to pour a Scotch thinking, tomorrow could be very interesting!