Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Dr. Mynfeck knew that it might be difficult when Senator Dweiler came to him with her problem. "You've got to help me. I've got a series of televised speeches in a week, and I can't do it. It's terrible." Stage fright is hard to get past, but he was surprised that this woman, who was a very public figure and had such a great talent for oration, would be so struck with stage fright that she couldn't bear the thought of giving another speech. She had done it so many times. It was the thought of it being on television that bothered her. The woman suffered from the most bizarre and colorful delusions that Dr. Mynfeck had ever heard. She was convinced that Santa Claus had tied her up and stripped her naked on live television. Her story was remarkable. It was so detailed. It was carefully crafted and complete. It kept her so afraid of televised appearances that she was afraid she would freeze up. He had tried the normal things. He had tried to persuade her through means of psychological convincing and also through real logic, that such a thing couldn't actually happen. She seemed to want to believe that, but she just couldn't. He tried hypnosis. She succumbed to it easily enough, but it wasn't fruitful except to discover just how deeply entrenched the delusion really was. "Now, remain asleep, and remember that nothing can harm you. Remember the night of your last television appearance." He noticed her eyebrows knit together slightly just at the suggestion. "Tell me what happened." "I was wearing my Perril Brothers suit. It's my favorite. It looks so good. So professional, but it still lets some of my figure show. I haven't worn it since. I can't bring myself to." "Calm down, Emilia. Remember, you're safe. Just tell me what happened that day at the television studio, but stay distanced from it." She looked less worried as she settled into the memory. "It was all pretty standard and boring before the cameras came on. Then it all went wrong. The moment the on air light came on, Santa Claus appeared." "No, Emilia, there's no such thing as Santa Claus. What really happened?" "It was Santa Claus." Her nervousness returned as she related the story. She explained how Santa took over the studio. How his elves had chased her around and tied her up. "And then he was taking my clothes off! For an everyone to see!" Even with her eyes closed, she was furiously unbuttoning her own blouse. "Emilia!" Dr. Mynfeck shouted. He could not regain control. She was going through her delusion as though it were really happening. "It was so humiliating! He stripped me to my underwear!" She kept going, standing up, still fully under hypnosis as she rapidly disrobed. Dr. Mynfeck couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd put hundreds of patients under hypnosis, but none had ever reacted like this. She was down to her bra, panties and garters quickly. "Oh, I was helpless! And people kept calling in and giving him money so that he'd keep stripping me!" She stood in a pose as though she were bound until she got to the point that her brassiere was removed Dr. Mynfeck knew that he should be bringing her out of it, but he couldn't make himself do it. His heart was hammering and his cock was rock hard. He had to see if she was really going to go through with it. How was it happening though? It shouldn't. It was almost as though there really were some magical force at play. Her bra snapped off, and she stood again in her helpless position. "My breasts were bared for the entire state!" And what breasts they were! Incredible! He hadn't realized they were quite that good sized. They were bigger than average anyway by a significant margin. He was also surprised to see some tanlines from what couldn't have been a conservative bikini. She mentioned that herself. "Everyone could see the swimsuit I was wearing on my vacation. The white I mean, where there wasn't any tan. Oh, I couldn't believe that was happening!" She described her feeling of humiliation quite well, and she blushed and squirmed so enticingly while she did. Then she quickly doffed her garter belt. "I was almost relieved. I thought it was my panties he'd taken off, but it wasn't. I still had a little dignity left. I knew he wasn't going to stop though! And the calls just kept coming. People were phoning in to pledge money just so they could see my--" She gulped real hard, avoiding the word. Dr. Mynfeck was past the point of even being able to try to talk her out of this. She was gorgeous, she was stacked, she was unbelievable, and she was almost entirely naked in his office. Then she got to the part of her story that would end it all. He panicked. If she managed to get through her story, she'd come to. Naked! She kept on, "His elves made me jiggle for the cameras, and they were laughing at me! They were all laughing! Some one on the set even felt me up! Oh it was awful!" She had jiggled as she had described it, and that prevented the good Doctor from looking away. When she described being touched, he was so tempted to help her that he stopped his hands just inches from her gorgeous tits. What was wrong with him? Granted, she was wonderful. She may have had the most beautiful knockers he had ever seen in person, but that shouldn't mar his professionalism should it? Then came the dreaded end of the story. "He'd gotten twenty thousand! It was going to happen! I pleaded, but Santa didn't listen! He just snapped my panties off for the cameras! I was so mortified!" Of course, Emilia removed her own panties while she imagined Santa's hands doing it for her. Dr. Mynfeck stared open mouthed at her gorgeous light brown triangle. His eyes moved up and down her naked body as she told the end of her story. Then she suddenly snapped out of her fantasy trance and looked around startled. "AaAAaH! Why am I naked! What did you do?" "Nothing!! I did not do this to you Senator! You were under hypnosis. I tried to pull you out of it, but I couldn't! You relived your Santa hallucination and removed your own clothes!" For a second she considered throwing something at him even that would mean taking a hand away from her body and giving him another peek. Then she realized that she had just gone through it all again in her head. He was honest about that, even if he was unprofessionally staring at her embarrassing nudity. She sat on the couch, and tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded with him, "You've got to help me Doctor! Make these memories go away!" "But they are not memories. It is a delusion. Recognizing that is the first step toward overcoming it. And would you please put your clothes back on?" "It happened!" she demanded. "It wasn't a delusion! It was real!" "Put your clothes back on, Senator!" "Then you stop looking!" "I can't!" Then, exerting supreme willpower, the flustered psychiatrist managed to turn his back to her. The Senator got up and quickly started getting dressed. Dr. Mynfeck had honestly not realized that he would still be able to watch her in a mirror until he was staring at her again. He gazed longingly at the lovely, tan lined body as she got dressed. He was relieved beyond words that she failed to notice that mirror after she was dressed. With the session ended, Dr. Mynfeck was confused. She was even more deeply convinced than she had been. So he checked on her story. If he could disprove it, then he might convince her it was all in her mind. The problem was, he couldn't. On the date in question, the Senator had been scheduled for a TV appearance. No recording could be found afterwards though. It's as though it hadn't been taped. People talk about it, and the story about the Santa stripping was like an urban legend now. If so many people say it happened, and even claim to have seen it, and if there is no recording that shows what really happened, then how will he be able to convince the Senator that it didn't happen the way she remembers it? He read up on various approaches to the curing of severe delusions. He decided to try something radical. At their next session, Dr. Mynfeck explained his idea. "You need a fast fix for your problem, Senator." "As fast as you can manage it. I know it's a tall order, but I need a cure and I need it now. I've only got days! I'll do anything!" "I think the best bet is some shock therapy." "What did you have in mind?" she asked nervously. "To get you over your fear, we need to expose you to it." "You want me to deliver a speech?" "No, Emilia. That's not really what you're afraid of. You're afraid of public nudity. For some reason your mind connects that idea with public performance. If we can eliminate your fear of nudity, then we will also be eliminating your stage fright." "What are you saying?" "If you're serious about a recovery, then what I'm suggesting is for you to jump in the deep end so to speak. Undress. Allow a man you hardly know to see your body." "You're joking!" But she could see that he wasn't. She mulled the idea over. She already felt butterflies at the thought of it, but she couldn't come up with a better idea. "Are you sure this will work?" "That depends on you more than me, Senator. Still, the idea has much merit." And it would let him see her naked again. Oh, how wonderful that would be! "We'll schedule another session tomorrow or the next day. I'll be present along with an assortment of other men." "Other men?" she asked nervously. "A few. If you can manage to deliver a speech while someone strips you to your panties, then you'll likely be able to get past your irrational fear." "I'll try it, Doctor." So the session was set, and Dr. Mynfeck recruited some of his closest friends to join in. Senator Dweiler was more than a little nervous at the sight of four strangers in the Doctor's office, but they were very calm, quiet, collected and unimposing. At Mynfeck's recommendation, they were the very essence of gentlemanly manners. This put the Senator a bit at ease, but she was still dreading what was coming. Could she really undress for these men? After introductions were made, Dr. Mynfeck asked, "Do you have a speech prepared, Emilia?" "I do, but..." "I think that it will be unnecessary. Instead of trying to deliver an actual speech, we'll first just get past the idea of speaking for an audience. I've got a shopping list I put together today. Just recite that, as silly as that seems. Since you won't be needing to concentrate on delivering an actual speech, it might make it easier for you to focus on ignoring the other circumstance." "A-all right. Should I just, gulp, take off my clothes now?" Not one man gave the sudden attention that she expected, and that was a load off her mind. "I think it would actually have more effect for you if you were to allow someone to undress you as you speak. That is your real fear after all, the empowerment of your audience." Her eyes widened. "I don't know if I can do that." He smiled gently and disarmingly. "It will also help set your limits. You can ask your undresser to stop at any point. Just try to let him get as far as stripping you topless." "But I..." She thought about it. Being undressed by a stranger sounded mortifying, but at least she might not have to bare herself if she couldn't stand it. "Okay. Are you going to," she actually chuckled as she said, "do the honors?" Her humor being a good sign, the Doctor told her, "It's up to you. Choose whomever you want." "Oh, I couldn't! Draw straws or something!" "No," one of Mynfeck's grateful friends said. "I think that you should have the Doctor do it. You seem to trust him already." So the Senator, without wanting to delay much more, took to an official, speech stance. She had to ask though, "Shouldn't I have a podium?" "Nothing that hides your body from us, Emilia. Are you ready to begin?" "Yes." "Good. Once you start, I'll begin undressing you. I'll stop if you say so, and I'll stop anyway once I've gotten you stripped to your panties." "H-h-here goes." She held up the shopping list and read slowly and carefully as though it were important, "Sandwich bags. Trash bags. Laundry soap. Oh!" Her blouse had been unbuttoned, and she could feel herself falter. Still, it wasn't as though there were television cameras here. "Sponges. Milk. Orange J-j-juice." Her jacket was already gone, and Dr. Mynfeck was sliding her blouse down her arms. "O-o-oooH. Bologna. Bread. MayonAISE!" Her skirt dropped to her ankles. "Salad dressing." She couldn't keep her nervousness from showing. In fact, her eyes were welling up with tears. "Corn flakes. Pancake mix." She considered having him stop once she felt a snap on her garters go. She paused in her `speech' but the Doctor didn't. He kept unfastening her stockings without even looking up. Emelia looked at all the faces that looked her body over in her lingerie. She blushed a deep scarlet, but she forced herself to continue. "Syrup. Eggs! B-b-bacon. OoOoOoH, I can't believe this is happening!" Dr. Mynfeck was rolling a stocking down her leg. He relished the feel of her fabulous leg under his hands. He urged her to step out of her shoe and hold her foot up as he slipped that stocking off. "Lettuce. Carrots. Stop. No! Don't stop! I have to get through it!" Her other leg had the Doctor's hands running down it, sliding her other stocking off. She couldn't tell if he was deliberately enjoying the feel of it. Surely not! She swallowed hard. "Froz-z-zen dinners!" She was wearing nothing but her bra, garter belt and panties in front of these four men and the Doctor. Gently taking her arm, he turned her around so that they could enjoy her pantied ass as he slid her garter belt down. "Keep taking, Emilia." "I don't think I can." "Do you want me to stop?" "No. Not if you think it will help. This is so humiliating though!" He turned her around. He could no longer keep the smile off his face. "It won't help you if you don't associate it with public speaking. Keep reading! "Oh! OoOh! Grapfruit juice. Oatmeal!!" She felt her bra come unclasped and she inhaled deeply. Eyes shut, she demanded dramatically, "Light Bulbs! Paper Towels!" And her bra started to slide down her arms. She wanted to keep her eyes shut, but she couldn't. She saw the four men admiring her body. They were all staring intently at her chest as her last bit of coverage there slid down ever so slowly. Painfully slowly. "Canned corn. TuUunaAAAAH!" Her nipples were bared, and the staring eyes got wider. They were beautiful nipples and placed with political precision on her spectacular breasts. "Nice tits!" "I'm so glad I voted for this woman." "Perfect! Gorgeous!" "She belongs in a museum!" "I wish I had a camera!" "Oh!" She was hard pressed to keep herself from shouting at the men openly evaluating her assets. Dr. Mynfeck told her sharply, "Keep reading!" "mmm. MMM! Potato Chips! Cheese dip." She whispered to herself, "Don't give up now, Emilia. You're not really naked. This isn't really happening." Aloud she told them with authority, "Lettuce, cabbage and radishes!" He slid her bra off of one arm, then the other. "M-margarita mix. Fabric softener. This all sounds completely random." "Don't improvise, Emilia, just read, and try to convince yourself that your tits aren't really showing." "Right. Chicken. Bread. Cauliflour." She glanced up again, in order to treat her viewers like a real audience. They were all looking her body over lasciviously now, so she whispered to herself for a moment, "I'm not naked! I'm not naked!" Then, out loud she continued, "Apples. Peaches." She was breathing easier. Still frightened and embarrassed, but dealing with it. Dr. Mynfeck saw that and smiled. The treatment was actually working! He let her keep going for about six more random words before doing something drastic. From behind, he yanked her panties down. "OH! Oh, oh, OH!" Four strangers were staring, shocked and grinning, at her naked beaver. She forced herself to disregard that. "T-tomato sauce. Garlic. Onions." Her voice leveled off. She still felt supreme embarrassment, but she maintained self control. She forced herself to try make eye contact with her audience, but found that impossible. Not because she couldn't look at them. Because they were all looking down at her bush! A wonderful triangle of silky soft, streamlined fur, carefully trimmed into a perfect shape. She cleared her throat and demanded, "Parmesan. Paprika. Basil!" Much to her surprise and empowerment, the men couldn't avoid listening. They even looked right at her face as she spoke. True, they kept looking down again at that gorgeous naked body, but the fact that they were compelled to look her in the eyes every couple moments was a testament to the Senator's oratory skills. Especially considering the nature of her material. She quipped, "I doubt he can really cook. Olives, green peppers, and pasta." She could feel her panties sliding down her long legs. She blushed, but other than that, her embarrassment was no longer evident as she continued to read off the list. Dr. Mynfeck gently urged her step out as she said, "matches, batteries." Totally naked now, he also had her turn around in order to give his colleagues a view of her completely bare ass with its narrow and enticing tan line. Just like every other feature of her body, it was classicly curved and elegant. After reading a few more items, she turned back around on her own. Sounding completely like a politician then, she finished the list, taking a little over five minutes. That was five more minutes spouting nonsense while wearing nothing but her glasses. She finished it with, "I hope you organize this list a bit better before you get to the store, Dr. Mynfeck." "Very good. Now Senator, perhaps you wouldn't mind taking some questions?" "Certainly." She smiled easily, masking her real feelings. She damn well would mind! She was dying to get some clothes on. These guys were just openly staring at her naughty bits! They started in with silly questions about the so called speech, "Senator, do you think this list is intended to make us believe that Dr. Mynfeck eats healthier than he really does? And by the way, you've got some beautiful tits." "Yes, I think Dr. Mynfeck made this list up just for this purpose and designed it accordingly." Another one said, "I can't wait for you to walk away so I can see your bare ass again. And I noticed that the shopping list didn't mention ice cream. Strange since Dr. Mynfeck loves the stuff." "Well I could certainly use some myself right about now, but I'm not familiar with the Doctor's eating habits." The third ogler, with all the pretended authenticity of the other two, asked, "Would you recommend this method to other public speakers? I love the way you trim that bush of yours." "I think that this method should be used only for extreme cases such as mine. In fact, I hope that no one discovers that I've used it." "No one will of course," the last one assured her. "All of us are doctors of varying practices, but because this is a medical procedure, we're all bound by doctor patient confidentiality. Do you think that you'll be ready for your televised speech at the end of the week? I'd love to lick your body up and down." "Uh..." she stammered at that last comment, but she was also more than a little relieved at the assurance that this was all secret. She thought a moment, taking a deep breath that was very helpful to the men staring at her chest. "Yes. Oddly enough, I feel awkward beyond belief, but also very confident. That will be all for today gentlemen." She strode away, and yes, they all did enjoy the sight of that beautiful, bureaucratic butt as she walked away. Once she was out of sight in the outpatient room, the Senator realized that she had gotten so involved in her role that she had left her clothes! She shivered and clutched her own naked body. Her panic ended in moments when Dr. Mynfeck came in carrying it all for her. "Oh, thank you! I can't believe I did that!" "It shows just how far you've come," He said, not quite handing over the clothes yet. "If you can handle this situation, actually naked, then you can certainly handle a real speech with your clothes on. I've got to admit, I had my doubts, but the treatment was effective." "Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much!" His eyes moved down her body and then back up before he handed over her things. A few minutes later the Senator was more than a little annoyed. "My panties are missing!" She decided that she didn't quite have it in her at that moment to try to retrieve them. She wondered who took them. Several days later, Senator Dweiler returned to Dr. Mynfeck's office. "It worked! My speech was a great success! My approval rating is higher than ever." "I know, Emilia. I watched it. I couldn't be more proud." "I got through it without even thinking about Santa Claus! I was so worried he might show up!" She covered her own mouth in surprise at that confession. "Were you? Well that's a problem. You've made progress, but you're still not cured of your delusion. I'm afraid that you'll have to go through the treatment again." "Oh, do you think so? I'll do anything you think is needed, but I was hoping-" "Yes, I'm afraid you'll have to deliver another naked speech for a small group. Probably a few times." He somehow managed to keep the smile off his face.