"Why don't you come with me," said Dr. Von Hauser. "I was heading to my office for our session anyway."
I followed her to the professional building where her office was. We went up the elevator together, into the reception area where she said hello to Nancy, the cute black girl she had as a receptionist, and then down the hallway and into Dr. Von Hauser's office.
She was looking at me funny as she opened the large bottom drawer of her desk and put her purse in it. Then, she sat in her chair and stared at me. She did not look happy.
"Joe," she said in a firm voice. "When I met you on the street just now, something strange happened. I suddenly felt the pavement beneath my feet instead of my shoes. I glanced down at myself and I was completely naked! I looked at you and you saw it, too. But you didn't look as surprised as you should have. That can mean only one thing -- somehow, you MADE me be naked!"
"Dr. Von Hauser," I stammered. "I -- I couldn't."
"Tell the truth!" she demanded.
"Yes. I did."
"And did you enjoy humiliating me?"
"Yes. I mean, no! I mean -- "
She got up and moved her chair from behind her desk to the side where I could see it unobstructed and sat back down.
"Would you like to do it again?" she asked.
"No," I said. I could feel myself growing hot under her gaze.
"Go ahead. Look all you want."
"But I ... "
"Do it!"
I muttered the words so she couldn't hear. Instantly, she was naked again. Her manner was beyond professional. The look she gave me, contempt mixed with some professional interest.
"And do you like me?" God, my dick felt like it was in ice water. "Is there anything you'd like to change about me?"