0 comments/ 95031 views/ 2 favorites Under Hypnosis, She Is Revealed By: CuriousLittleBird This story deals with the hidden or dark side of human nature---it's like nothing I've ever written before. Any feedback on this work, and on all my other works as well, is appreciated greatly. Thank you all for supporting my stories as you have. "So, Lily," my therapist Patrick said, rifling through his notes gently, "you are continuing to suffer the mental disturbances you originally came to see me about?" He looked up from the papers toward me and cocked his head in thought. "Yes, sir," I replied obediently. "I have terrible feelings of anxiety, and can't enjoy anything anymore. I know I'm depressed, and clinically so, but the prescriptions you gave me aren't working for me anymore. I'm scared that my body is now resistant to their chemicals and---" My voice cracked and broke under the pressure of being strong, and my hands involuntarily shook. "You're frightened that your illness is untreatable?" Patrick finished for me. "Yes, sir." "Well, then," he said, rising from his seat quietly and moving toward the window, "I see no reason not to tell you of an alternative treatment, my dear." "What is it?" "It's a relatively new idea to me, even though my colleagues have suggested for a couple of years that I practice it. I always thought my way of therapy was the best way to go, but you----you present a dilemma that even I have trouble understanding." Patrick stroked his chin in thought, gazing out the window at nothing. I had a sudden epiphany that this man was incredibly attractive---the thick, dark brown hair shading his eyes ever so slightly, the intelligent, piercing blue eyes that met mine inquisitively every time I had a therapy session with him, and of course I liked his studious appearance, dressed as he always was in crisp, businesslike attire. Patrick was in his late twenties, early thirties, and I was 22----I suppose it was an attack of "sexy older man syndrome." The delightful British accent didn't hurt either; I thought it made him sound more sophisticated and intelligent, certainly more than my Southern hick accent complimented my abilities. "I don't know why I always go for nerds," I thought to myself with a chuckle. "But hey, he's not bad. Not bad at all, in fact," I thought, a slight smile curving my lips as I checked out his rear view. Well, he did have a nice ass. He turned sharply around, and I quickly averted my gaze, an embarrassed blush appearing on my fair cheeks at almost being caught staring. "The treatment is hypnosis---I'm quite sure you've heard of it?" I nodded. I wasn't a browser of medical magazines at the doctor's office for nothing. "My colleagues have told me that for truly troubled patients, undergoing hypnosis can free the subconscious and reveal what lies at the root of the mental problem. In your case, I would hope to find the cause of your extreme mental anxiety and depression. Would you be up for it?" he asked me, fixing that same blue-eyed stare on me, almost putting me into a trance right then. "The question is," I thought to myself, "why is he 'up' for something else altogether?" I had noted earlier that he seemed more than a little interested in me, and now a bulge in his pants seemed to confirm it. I was, obviously, a little nervous about being basically put under and not being able to fend off anything that might happen to me. It seemed ridiculous for me to be afraid, though; he was so kind, and never acted like the type to take advantage of his power and position in any situation. "Sure," I said, a little too brightly. "I'm willing to try anything to get rid of this terrible crap I've been going through." I rose from my chair, straightening my red T-shirt and getting rid of a little wedgie. Patrick noticed my 'adjustments' and chuckled. "One thing I hope you never lose, Lily, is the ability to be unashamedly yourself." I realized that he had seen me in the act of "adjusting myself" and blushed. "Sorry...I get so used to being by myself sometimes that I just do stuff like that by habit." Cheerfully I brushed off my white shorts, picked up my bag, and headed toward the door. "I guess I will see you next week, then, for the hypnosis session?" "Well, I thought you might want to try it today, my dear. Do you think you have time today?" he asked, silently asking me to stay with his gaze as well. Of course, I couldn't say no when a pair of intense piercing eyes was penetrating through to my soul, so I dumbly nodded, my high ponytail bouncing with my head movement. Patrick smiled. "Good. Well, why don't you have a seat, Lily, and we'll begin. Oh, and by the way, I will be videotaping our sessions so that you can see for yourself what is said and done." I sat down in the chair facing him and he shook his head. "No...use the couch," he said. "Oh! I'm sorry, I totally forgot," I said, getting up quickly from my seat and going over to the couch to settle myself. I lay my head back against the comfy soft cushions and watched as he set up the video camera to point towards me. Once he was satisfied with its position, he turned it on and walked over to the couch, pulling the chair over beside it so that he could sit and ask me questions. "All right, Lily. First we're going to try some relaxation exercises. I want you to close your eyes and count backwards from...let's say 300. I'm sure you've done this to fall asleep when you've been anxious, haven't you?" he asked, smiling down at me. I nodded, and he signaled for me to start counting. I closed my eyes. "300...299...298...297...296...295..." Hypnogogic images began to spin through my mind, and I vaguely could hear my own voice continuing to count. I began to feel oddly detached from my body...my conscious mind began to shut down, and I felt as I were both asleep and awake. My consciousness faded into a dim world of nothing inside my head, and I was cut off from my physical senses completely. A loud snap brought me back, and I jumped awake. "Holy crap," I sputtered out as I calmed down and got used to my senses being alert again. "Hey, hey, hey, it's all right. You're OK," Patrick said gently, his voice tone mimicking that of a low-pitched lullaby. "You had...uh, quite a session, my dear. I'm sorry the ending startled you so." "It's okay, sir," I said shakily, rising to a sitting position on the couch. My lips and jaw felt sore, and my hips were stiff and didn't want to move very much. I dismissed the feelings as symptoms of both my immobile state while under hypnosis and my talking a lot during the session. I also noticed that my ponytail was undone, and my hair was incredibly messed up and wild. I had no obvious explanation for this, but figured I must have done it during hypnosis to be more comfortable. Patrick walked over to the camera and turned it off, then turned to me crisply. "We will watch the video in our session next week. Till then, all right?" he said. I nodded affirmatively, and walked out the door. *** "Good afternoon, sir," I said cheerfully as I breezed through the door. Patrick looked up. "Ah, good to see you, Lily," he said, his face brightening as he welcomed me in. "I trust this week has been better for you?" "Oh, it's been great," I gushed as I sat down, adjusting myself in the seat. "I've felt better about myself and I've gotten out and enjoyed life. I even went out last night with my group of friends for the first time in ages," I said with a smile, feeling like a little kid who's just been allowed outside to play. "I'm very glad of that. Who knows, my dear, this may turn out to be the treatment that helps you get back to normal permanently," he said optimistically. He got up from his chair and walked over to a bookshelf in the office, picking a tape off a high shelf and putting it into the TV/VCR that faced him. "This is your session from last week...I watched it a couple of times to bolster my notes about the success of the first hypnosis, so I'll need to rewind it," he said, punching a button on the remote control. I noticed that a slight flush suffused his entire face as he said this. I wondered why, but kept it to myself as I turned my chair around to better see the session. He pushed 'Play' and my session started to play on the screen, with me lying on the couch. However, when I began to speak, my voice sounded completely different---it didn't have the slight innocent bounciness and cheerfulness that my normal voice had. Rather, my voice was a purr, a low-pitched, velvety-textured contralto that seemed to ooze from my lips. "Oh, my God...is that me talking?" I asked Patrick. He didn't reply, and when I turned around in my chair to ask him again, he was gazing at the screen. That same flush had deepened on his cheeks---apparently, he was enjoying the show. "Well, Patrick, this is the first time I've ever been let out," my new voice purred on the tape. "She's so uptight she won't even let me tell her any fantasies." "Fantasies?" inquired Patrick on the tape. "Yes...oh, Patrick, I have such wonderful sexual fantasies, but she thinks I'm a devil, and so she locks me up, away from the world. It's terrible, really," and I watched my right hand play across Patrick's knees, flirting with him shamelessly. I was appalled. "W--well, Lily, I must advise you to get back on the topic of your anxiety," Patrick stuttered out on the tape, obviously unnerved by my uncharacteristic boldness. This had to be another self of mine...a consciousness I wasn't aware of in normal life. "Holy shit, I'm schizophrenic," I said aloud, looking at myself on the tape. "No, you aren't," Patrick said in a strange, dreamy tone. "This is just your subconscious speaking. It felt the need to portray your hidden thoughts and anxieties as a new self...your other self, in other words." He looked back toward the TV, where my other self continued to flirt and craft verbal double entendres. "What?" my other self asked innocently on the tape, tracing swirls on Patrick's left thigh. "I know you like the way I look. You can't hide the physical evidence from me." The tape revealed her eyes, looking pointedly at Patrick's visible bulge. Patrick shifted uncomfortably in his chair, getting away from her roaming hand, which was coming dangerously closer and closer to his trapped erection. "Oh, come on, Patrick baby...you know you like the way this feels," my other self said sweetly, her left hand joining her right hand in its exploration of Patrick's lower body. I watched in horror as her right hand flickered brazenly right over his crotch. At this, Patrick jumped up in surprise. "Now, uh--this isn't where I wanted this to go. We need to---" My other self, commanding my body, rose seductively from her position on the couch and stood before him. "I know you try to hide your physical needs, Patrick, but you're still a warm-blooded heterosexual man. And I happen to know what warm-blooded heterosexual men like." She swayed her hips back and forth gently, and I watched as Patrick's eyes riveted to her, watching intently as she kept a steady, slow beat in her lower body. I knew that she was actually me, but I knew I would never act like that. Her movements were sinuous and fluid, and her hips and thighs rolled slowly, independently of the rest of her body. As she continued to dance for Patrick, she reached up and freed her hair from its tight ponytail, letting the dark brown-black strands tumble untamed onto her shoulders and down her chest a bit. She put her arms around Patrick's neck as I watched, and kissed him passionately, rolling her hips against his, grinding herself against his crotch. The look on his face melted from one of shock to one of lust in seconds, and his arms wrapped gently around her waist. After a few seconds of wet kissing, which, of course, disgusted me, she left his lips alone and slid down his body to the ground slowly, unzipping his pants and revealing his erection as she did so. She looked up at him with innocent but beguiling brown eyes and said, "I suppose I'll have to take care of this for you." She then wrapped her lips around the head of his penis, and Patrick's head leaned back, the expression of his powerful lust evident in the deep blush of his fair skin and the smile that played on his face. "I don't even know how to do that, much less do it well," I thought to myself. "Who the hell is this woman?" My other self let his penis slip from her lips, and she looked up at him. "You like that?" she asked in the signature purr she had perfected. "Oh, yes, please don't stop," Patrick begged in that sexy accent of his. His voice was choked with lust and his body silently pleaded with her to continue her ministrations. "All righty, then," she cheerfully said, and smiled as she licked the head again and watched Patrick's body jolt as if he had been struck by lightning. She resumed her sucking, more powerfully this time, and Patrick responded by moaning louder and louder until he cried out in ecstasy. At the same time, I heard a soft moan from behind me. I turned and saw Patrick jacking off fast, his eyes fixated on the screen---he seemed to be unaware of everything but the tape and his own pleasure. However, he was putting on quite a show himself. I turned back around and watched my other self lick a few stray drops of his cum from her lips seductively. At this point, I realized why my lips and jaw and hips had ached when I had awakened from my session last week. "You see?" she said, smiling a confident, sexy smile. "I knew you would enjoy that. Too bad she doesn't think I'm fit to be seen in public," she said with a twist of her lips, obviously referring to me. I knew why this chick was locked away inside me---she was a wildcat! She sat back down on the couch. "I suppose I'll let her take over control now. But it was quite enjoyable to be let out for a while." Patrick nodded, in a daze. "Yes...um...uh...quite enjoyable, yes." He hastened to reassemble himself, disguising all indications that anything out of the ordinary had gone on during the session. My other self stretched lazily on the couch and settled herself. As soon as she shut her eyes and was silent for a few seconds, Patrick snapped his fingers. I watched the change in my body's behavior as I took over control, the childlike cheerfulness in my steps very different from my other self's slow, fluid movements. I had to admit she was the sexier of the two of us, but I had an image and a persona to maintain! I couldn't possibly let her out! My brain buzzed with confusion as I thought this over. I had been hiding this very sexy persona away from everyone else and apparently myself as well. But no one knew that I had this side, and no one would ever see me in the same light if she came out, even once. I couldn't risk it. I couldn't. I was a virgin, untouched by man, and yet she was obviously experienced, somehow very well-versed in the ways of pleasuring men. I was innocent, a strong woman, but never sexy in the over-the-top way that she was. She had every move placed just right to seduce, and I couldn't even get a man's attention sometimes. But we were a duality---one could not exist without the other. As I pondered over this, Patrick rose shakily from his chair, walked over to the TV, and cut off the tape. "This is what went on last session. I have to say I was...very surprised." "So am I!" I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly, but I was really surprised. "Hell, I don't even know how to give a blowjob, much less give a good one." "Obviously she does," Patrick replied, his face blushing a deep pink again. "Well, of course...you experienced it firsthand!" "Yes...I suppose I did," he said, staring at the TV screen, which was now dark and blank. "Well, is that what got rid of my anxiety? Me unleashing that...that woman for just a little while?" I was disgusted with myself for even having such a dark side. And to think that unleashing her on the world might be my ticket to getting well from my anxiety and depression? It appalled me. Patrick looked at me carefully, obviously seeing the woman I had become contrasted with the woman I was normally. "Did you really not know you had these...tendencies?" he asked delicately, not wishing to anger me. "No, sir, I didn't," I replied honestly. "I thought I was just a bumbling idiot in love. I never know how to seduce a man...I've never even tried to do it. I don't know the right ways to walk or talk or look or act to make a man horny. Hell, most men disregard me in a second just because of the economy-size load of junk in my trunk!" I said the last sentence half-jokingly. "The thing is," I continued, "I'm innocent partially by choice and partially by circumstance. I'd like to learn to seduce a man and make love to him, but every time I think about it, I get scared. I'm...uh..." I stopped, afraid to continue with the soul-baring thought that was within my head. "Go ahead, Lily," Patrick said soothingly. "Well...um...the only thing that comes to mind is that I'm scared to trust another person with the well-being of my body. I'm scared of the pain that comes with having sex for the first time. I'm...scared of what I'll become when I lose my virginity---the innocence that has become almost a trademark with me. I'm scared of becoming that," I said, gesturing toward the TV screen, referring to my other self. I fell silent, and Patrick knelt before me and looked up into my eyes. "Do you know you just revealed more about yourself in the last two minutes than you have ever revealed to me in the course of these last six months of therapy?" "I don't know why I did...it just sort of came out," I said, sheepishly. "Like things just sort of...came out in the hypnosis session?" he asked, smiling at me. I couldn't help but giggle a little bit. "Yeah...my God, I can't believe that crap. I mean, I know it's right on the tape, but I can't believe that side of me exists. People would never believe it." I paused, and my voice involuntarily tightened in my throat. "I mean, what would my parents say?" I said, with quiet hushed intensity, as if I was trying to keep a secret. "What would my friends and family and business associates say?" I cast my eyes down in thought, visualizing my life as it would be with this new personality of mine let loose. It was almost impossible to see my life the same way, and I shook my head slightly, tears beginning to well in my eyes. "How would they see me as the same person I've always been when this side of me is finally revealed, Patrick?" I asked him, desperation rising in my voice as I said it. "My God, it would wreck everything I've worked for, everything in my world would come crashing down, and...oh, God!" My voice broke, and my hands covered my face instinctively as I leaned forward in my seat and started to cry, my elbows on my knees, my fingertips pressed into my forehead, and my shoulders heaving with every sob and gasp I made. Patrick had probably seen many women cry in therapy, but I doubted he'd ever seen a woman cry over being scared of her sexuality. "Now, now, Lily, we have to work through this," he said gently, reaching up to caress my shoulders softly. "Why are you so frightened of people seeing you in a new light? Why do you feel the need for an image?" "B---because no one will like what they see," I sobbed out, my eyes appearing to boil over with tears as I raised my head from my hands to speak. "They won't like the new Lily because she's not what they're used to. She's not what they want. They want the Lily they can count on, the Lily that's sweet and nice and innocent and kind and never would say a bad word about anyone. They don't want me to have an opinion of my own or sexuality that I can flaunt---they want Lily the doormat, the one they special-ordered out of a catalog." Under Hypnosis, She Is Revealed I paused for breath, then went ahead with what was struggling to be let out of my head. "Face it: They all wanted me to be a certain way, and I became that way so they would stop telling me I was awful for being who I was. I just want to please everyone so they stop yelling at me for being imperfect and wrong and awful..." I melted into quiet sobs, and tears continued to stream down my reddened face, coming so fast I couldn't wipe them away fast enough. "I think we've had a major breakthrough," Patrick said quietly, stroking my left shoulder delicately. "This is why you are depressed and anxious---you're trying to be something you're not and never will be, which is perfect." "But life's so hard if you're not perfect," I said plaintively, my voice strained from crying. "People all the time up in your face telling you what's wrong with yourself and how you can change it and why you need to change and all this other mess...it's just impossible to deal with!" I stood up suddenly, and Patrick rose with me. He knew my routine: I was taking a 'think walk,' which I do instinctively when trying to sort through something very difficult and frightening. "People throughout my life have shown me that I'm not what they want me to be, Patrick," I said, facing the window, looking out at nothing as he was wont to do in sessions. "By being as close to perfect as I can be, I get them to shut the hell up about me, because they can't find any flaws to gripe about. Damn it, I've worked all my life to be what everyone wants, and that other self would wreck everything if she came out. Even once. I can't risk letting that other side of me out. She's not what anyone else wants, and so I can't show her." "But are you what YOU want?" Patrick asked, coming up behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders protectively. "Is the Lily that you are in normal life what you want yourself to be?" "Well, I like the benefits it brings----good friends, good family relations, strong business partnerships, and basically a good image to everyone who knows me," I said conversationally, my head cocking to the left slightly in thought. "But I'm not always the perfect little angel----I'm seventy percent angel and thirty percent devil, I guess. Everyone knows about the perfect Lily, but they have no idea what's hiding beneath the calm surface of my soul's oceans." I could feel Patrick pressing against me from behind, and I thought I could detect his erection pressing into the soft flesh of my butt. "I want to be free, but I can't be," I said, more to myself than to Patrick. "I want to let myself out, but I'm scared of what will happen." I turned, freeing myself of Patrick's grasp on my shoulders, and tears came to my eyes again. "I just don't want to let people down by being anything less than what they expect of me. I want to be what people need, not something they just throw aside because it doesn't suit them. I want to be needed and loved----" My words died away in my throat as I started to cry again, and my shoulders curled inwards as I hugged myself, trying to stop crying. Patrick moved in front of me. "Lily...look at me." He raised my chin with one finger, so that I was forced to look him in the eyes. His blue eyes, so intensely focused and piercing, turned my lower body to utter weakness, and I sniffled in spite of myself. "You are beautiful to me. You should be beautiful to you." He leaned in and kissed me, and then I melted for real. Melted right into Patrick's arms. The feel of another person loving me enough to see me as beautiful and wonderful even through my flaws truly touched my heart, and awakened a part of me that had been long dormant. We stood there kissing for the longest, until he finally broke our lips' bond and led me over to the couch, where I lay down obediently. I watched him strip, vaguely understanding that I was about to have my first sexual experience, but my mind was too clouded by lust and confusion to understand it fully. Once he was completely naked, he knelt beside the couch and undid my jeans, undoing the fastenings carefully and quickly. "Lift your hips," he instructed gently, and I did so, allowing him to slide the jeans from my body. Then he lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my large breasts, which had been shown only to the mirror in my bedroom before. "God, you're beautiful, Lily," Patrick breathed as he traced his fingers over the exposed tops of my sensitive breasts. "I---I am?" I asked, snapping out of my dream world just enough to understand. "Yes, Lily...you are," he replied softly. "Now, sit up a minute." I did so, and he deftly unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders, down my arms, and laid it aside. My underwear was now the only thing left on me, and obediently I raised my hips again, still in a mental fog. I could feel Patrick's fingertips brushing lightly over my slightly rounded stomach and curved hips, and could feel the silky fabric sliding gently down my legs and off my body. Only when he moved to settle on top of me did my rational mind make a final sharp protest. "Oh...wait, Patrick," I said, feeling his weight pressing on top of me. My mental fog cleared a bit as I felt him settle between my legs, and my eyes went wide. "Oh, no, we can't...I can't risk it..." I mumbled incoherently. "I can't lose my virginity this way..." "Think of it as...a different type of therapy," Patrick said quietly, grazing his lips over my neck. I shuddered under his gentle touch, and he smiled down at me. "I've never taken a virgin before...hmm, I wonder what it will feel like?" His smile seemed to grow a little bit devilish as I looked up at him, and a little fearful gasp started up in my throat. "You wouldn't." My heart felt as if it quivered in my chest. "Of course I wouldn't, Lily," he said, quelling my fear of him taking me by force. "I will try to make it as painless as possible. Just trust me. I know you have trouble with trusting, but all you have to do is relax and know that you are putting the well-being of your body in good hands." He caressed my hips gently, smiling to himself. "And they are good hands..." he murmured softly. I giggled playfully, my fear gone for the moment. "All right, Lily, just relax, close your eyes...you will feel some pain, but it won't last long," he said reassuringly. I tried to lie back and relax, but it was still a bit difficult. "What if...what if I turn into that...that woman that I became last time?" I asked softly, my worry making my voice sound like a little girl's. "Then let yourself become her. Let her sexuality flow through you. I don't mind if she comes out a little bit," he said, chuckling softly, and I knew he was referring to the previous session's 'activities.' I felt him shift slightly on top of me, and his penis pressed against me, not enough to penetrate inside me, but enough to startle me. I whimpered slightly, the fear within me still present, if faded. "Be still, and it'll be all right," he whispered gently, and I felt him push forward, the head of his penis separating my inner lips and resting just inside me. "Holy shit, that thing feels really big," I thought to myself. I'd always wondered how I'd accommodate a man when my own fingers wouldn't even fit inside me. "I guess I'm going to find out soon," I thought in response to my logic. "Good girl...just let it happen," Patrick whispered reassuringly, and his body tensed as he prepared to push forward again. This time I felt a little pain as his penis slid farther inside me. My inner walls were beginning to stretch, and this made me quite uncomfortable, to say the least. He must have felt my inner muscles clench around him, because he looked down at me and smiled. "It's okay. Just relax. It won't be any fun if you don't," he said kindly. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, and Patrick picked that moment to thrust forward sharply. Instant, hot pain coursed through my body, but died away before I could react, replaced by a wonderful feeling of fullness within me. "Mmmmm...that feels fuckin' awesome," I said, but not in my normal voice. I realized that my other self was taking me over, and fear began to rise in my chest. "Patrick...I'm not myself...I'm her, but I know I'm her." Of course, this sounded very confusing, but I was aware of being two people at once. It was frightening and new to be aware of both personalities at the same time. "You sound so sexy, Lily," Patrick said in that same dreamy, strange tone he had taken on earlier. "It's hard to imagine that you are so innocent when I hear that sexy voice of yours." He thrust deeper inside me, and my other self's voice moaned. "Yeah, Patrick, baby...yeah, you feel so damn good inside me." I was horrified. My other self was saying all these terrible, lustful things, and I had no control over her! I could only lie back and observe and feel. But the pure feelings of sex were pretty awesome, of course. I could feel Patrick thrusting inside me, filling me completely. The initial pain of his entry had given way to a throbbing, pulsating arousal that centered around my clitoris and vibrated outwards. "Mmmm..." my other self moaned as Patrick kissed my neck gently. "Fuck me. Damn, you feel so...hard. Did I do all that for you?" she purred in Patrick's ear, eliciting an affirmative grunt from him. His kisses fell lightly and gently on my neck like rainfall, and I knew he was trying to be gentle with me, even though my other self had control of my body for the time being and needed no initiation, evidently. "God, Lily, you certainly know how to...take a man's breath away," he panted. I could see that he was trying to control himself for fear of being too rough with me, but he was barely succeeding. "Good," my other self said, her voice sultry. "I told you that you'd enjoy me once I was let out, didn't I, baby?" she said, reaching up and stroking Patrick's left shoulder affectionately. She shifted underneath him, and I felt him suddenly penetrate inside me more deeply. Patrick's breathing became more rapid and shallow as my other self somehow managed to take all of him inside. His size stretched me to the limit, but it was such a glorious feeling of being completed and fulfilled that the pain did not matter in the least. "Yes, baby, yes," my other self cried out softly as his thrusts sped up. I could feel him pounding inside me, could feel his fast heartbeat when our bodies met. My other self, still commanding my muscles, raised my legs and wrapped them around him, creating her own thrusting rhythm in time with Patrick's. My entire body pulsed with my desire, and I started to feel the loss of control with my sensations that usually preceded a gigantic orgasm. My breathing grew heavier---I strained to gain control, since I had none over my body. My other self still wielded power over me, which was evident as she timed her thrusts to match with Patrick's. His face was flush, and a light sheen of sweat had appeared on his brow. My pleasure heightened in intensity, and I struggled with my other self for control of my fully aroused body. Suddenly, I got my wish. "Ohhhhh, God, Patrick, you feel so...big inside me," I said without thinking, not realizing at first that I had regained control over my body. Then the revelation sunk in. My other self had not disappeared, but we had somehow...blended. We were one person again, and I had control and yet still the desires of my once-hidden persona. "Lily, is that you?" Patrick panted out, his climax obviously close. "Yes, Patrick...it's me." Confusion swept into joy. "It's me! I'm not two people anymore!" It was happiness that I didn't think could be made better, until I felt the involuntary quivers in my lower body that gave way to the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. "Oh, yes, Patrick, yes!" I cried aloud, feeling the sensations pulsing within me. Patrick shuddered and groaned, and I felt him explode in climax, buried deep within my flesh. My body continued to quiver as the orgasm washed over me and slowly faded, leaving us both breathless and sated, and Patrick collapsed on top of me. *** I got myself dressed again, slowly, since my muscles were beginning to ache a bit from my "different" kind of therapy. Needless to say, I was still a bit shaken from my experience, but it was a good kind of shaken. "Not just shaken---shaken and stirred," I thought to myself with a mental giggle, as I watched Patrick dress out of the corner of my eye. I was right---he had a really nice ass. I sighed softly, and Patrick turned around, in the midst of buttoning his shirt. "Are you all right, Lily?" "Yeah...I think so," I said. My mind was still abuzz with the shock of not being a virgin anymore. But I strangely didn't feel any different or felt wrong or dirty for it----I actually felt fulfilled, like a deep need within my soul had finally been granted me. "I'm glad," he replied, smoothing out his clothes on that sexy body of his. "You seemed all right when we were...in therapy," he said with a little wink. "Hey, I don't mind that kind of therapy. Heck, if all therapists offered it, the whole world would suddenly need therapy, ya know?" I grinned broadly and winked back at him, the double entendre obvious. I finished dressing myself and gathered my things, and was about to head out when Patrick stopped me. "Leaving without a kiss?" "Oh...of course not, sweetheart," I replied, my face blushing. I was still quite innocent to the ways of love, even if my body was no longer innocent in the ways of sex. I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips, and he smiled as I pulled away. "You're still the Lily you were before...innocent and gentle. And beautiful, of course," he added with a deep chuckle. "Was there ever any doubt?" I quipped, smiling sweetly. Then I grew serious for a moment. "Really...thank you so much, Patrick. I was scared, and you helped me through it. Maybe I'll finally get over this terrible time in my life and start living again, huh?" "Any time, Lily," he said, his blue eyes as soft and gentle as his slight smile. "And...uh...I'll be seeing you next week, right?" "You bet," I said, walking out the door. Then I turned back to look at him. "I think I'll probably need another prescription for that wonderful...ahem, therapy." A mischievious grin spread across my face slowly as I looked back at him, and he returned my confident smile with a wink that only the two of us understood in full.