I had been about to start a session with Patient J, when my receptionist buzzed to tell me there was a package I had to sign for. I figured it was a case history I was expecting on a new patient who'd just moved from another city.
I left my office where Patient J was, closing the door behind me, and then signed for the envelope. As the delivery man left, I noticed that my pantyhose seemed to be a little loose on me. I set the envelope down so I could make adjustments. I glanced at Jean (My receptionist) and noticed she seemed to be taller than when I came into the office. For that matter, everything seemed to be higher than I was used to.
Then, Jean screamed. I tried to figure out what was wrong. Patient J came out to see, I guess, why she'd screamed.
And then, everything I was wearing below the waist slid down to the floor. I gasped, embarrassed, and placed my hands about where my crotch was to preserve dignity and decency. I noticed Patient J was mumbling something.
I tried to step back, but stumbled and landed squarely on my posterior. I was surprised to see my legs were completely free of everything that had just slid off me. What's more, they weren't the legs I'd remembered.
When I stood up, the sleeves of my blazer and blouse hung over my hands. I began to feel panicky as I peeked down into my blouse. I saw my bra hanging loosely over my chest, which now had almost nothing for the bra to contain! I turned away from Patient J and, after adjust my sleeves, reached under my blouse to feel my pubic area. It was smooth. No hair.
"What'sh happened to me?" I said out loud. And I realized that I'd lisped, something I hadn't done since high school, before I got my braces.
I faced Patient J. He was staring at me clearly shocked -- but also aroused.
"You -- " I began to say to him, when he muttered something else.