Sam goes into therapy feeling very embarrassed by what had happened on the journey over. She is soon distracted by Catherine's rather... unusual suggestion to help her relax.

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Emily stood up as Catherine held the door open. She walked through into the office and suddenly the incident on the bus disappeared from her mind, it was replaced by what had happened the last time Emily had seen her therapist, when she was emerging from her wife’s bedroom.

“How have you been?” Catherine asked.

Was she really going to pretend like nothing had happened? Was she going to pretend that she hadn’t seen Emily being breast fed and changed? Emily asked herself as she hung her jacket and bag up by the door. Emily turned to head towards the couch when she froze.

“What the hell is this?” Emily demanded as she gestured at the space in front of the couch.

“Just an idea I had.” Catherine said. Emily could tell the therapist was trying to play it off as casual, but it wasn’t working.

The table in front of the couch had been moved. Now there was a few small baby toys scattered around on the floor. A few dolls with a house, a colouring book, and some childish puzzles. Emily felt disgust at what she was looking at. She almost wanted to walk straight out of the office, but she knew Catherine would tell Amelia and then it would be a whole different problem.

“Sit down.” Catherine said as she walked over to her chair, “I’m sure you have some thoughts about what you’re seeing.”

“You’re damn right I do.” Emily muttered as she went over and sat down.

If Catherine had laid out the toys purely to distract her from what happened back at home, then she’d done a good job. Emily had become very sensitive to how people treated her. With everything going on in her life she hated when someone said or implied she was somehow not an adult. That’s what these toys felt like.

“Well, this is a place where you can be completely honest about your emotions.” Catherine said, “What are you thinking?”

“I’m wondering why the hell you’ve laid out some damn toys.” Emily said. She had her legs crossed and her arms folded in front of her, “Is this about… the other day?”

“The other day?” Catherine repeated.

“Don’t pretend to be stupid to get me to talk.” Emily huffed, “You know exactly what I mean.”

“You mean what I saw in your nursery?” Catherine asked. Her face and voice remained neutral which only made Emily feel angrier.

“My bedroom.” Emily corrected the therapist.

“I will admit that I was… surprised.” Catherine conceded, “But Amelia explained everything that was happening to me. It made sense.”

“It did?” Emily asked doubtfully.

“It did.” Catherine replied.

“Is… Is that what you were doing in Amelia’s bedroom?” Emily asked slowly, “Talking? About me?”

Emily noticed that Catherine didn’t answer her. Instead, Catherine looked through some paper that she had in a folder and pulled out a sheet. She leaned forwards and handed it to Emily. She looked at the paper and sighed, it was yet another questionnaire though thankfully not one as extensive as what she had filled in during the last session.

“Do I have to do this?” Emily asked as she put the paper on the couch. There was little she hated more in these therapy sessions than paperwork.

“You could play.” Catherine suggested.

“Very funny.” Emily was not amused.

“I’m serious.” Catherine replied, “One of the possible reasons you might be having… problems is that you’re wound up too tightly. I’m wondering if letting go of your anxieties and worries may help you.”

“So, you want me to play?” Emily asked.

“Play is very important.” Catherine said, “There’s whole books, philosophies, and theories about playing. Play as existed as long as humans have, probably longer. It helps build social bonds, it releases positive hormones and chemicals and, most importantly in this case, it distracts from problems and allows the brain to rest. I think…”

“Alright, I get it.” Emily sighed deeply, “Do I really have to?”

“No.” Catherine answered, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want too in here.”

“Good.” Emily felt relieved.

“We could talk about your sex life instead…” Catherine suggested.

“What!?” Emily shook her head quickly, “W-Why would you suggest something like that!?”

“I noticed in your nursery…” Catherine started.

“Bedroom.” Emily quick corrected.

“That you had a chastity cage on.” Catherine talked about it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As if what she had seen that day hadn’t shocked her to the very core.

“That’s… I mean… Amelia wanted… I…” Emily stuttered as the heat rose in her face.

At the best of times Emily didn’t want to talk about sex stuff. Amelia had called her a prude in the past, Emily thought that was unfair, she just didn’t think it was something that should be talked about much. She certainly wasn’t going to talk about it with Catherine. This was all weird enough as it was, there was no way she was going to start making it even stranger.

“Fine, I’ll play.” Emily finally said as she felt her face reddening, “But I want it known that I’m not happy about it.”

“I’ll put it in the notes.” Catherine said with a smile.

“So… What do I do?” Emily asked as she looked at the toys.

“Well, first things first, I think we need to continue to normalise the diapers.” Catherine suggested.

Emily tossed her head back. It was nothing Catherine hadn’t seen, in fact she had seen much more, but having her diaper exposed at home felt very different to when she did it somewhere else. Regardless, she stood up and slipped off the bottom half of his clothes. It was only as the diaper became visible that she remembered she wasn’t dry. She looked up at Catherine, but her expression hadn’t changed. Did she have a great poker face, or did she expect nothing else from her?

“And now you play.” Catherine said simply, “Just forget I’m here and enjoy yourself.”

“What are you going to be doing?” Emily asked suspiciously, “Do I get in trouble if I do it wrong?”

“You can’t “play” wrong.” Catherine smiled, “Just have fun.”

Emily looked at the toys and felt very silly. Nevertheless, if it stopped more questions she would play along. She lowered herself and sat down on the floor in front of the couch. The sound of Catherine’s pen scratching on paper was distracting, Emily wondered exactly what the therapist was writing about her. Was this whole thing a test? Was she failing it just by agreeing to play?

Pushing away the paranoid thoughts, Emily pulled the colouring book towards her. If she was going to play then it might as well be the book, it seemed like the least childish option, though that was a low bar to clear.

The pictures inside the colouring book were all very simple. Mostly smiling animals have a good time with friends of basic depictions of houses, trees and the like. Emily sighed and opened the packet of crayons to start filling in the blank space. The whole time she was doing it she kept glancing up at Catherine as if needing confirmation that she was doing it right. It was strange to be in her office and not having her try to pry information out.

Emily was working on a picture of an elephant standing on a ball with two clowns, one either side. Everyone looked happy as Emily sat cross-legged and scribbled away. She kept thinking there was a catch, that somehow these pictures were supposed to reveal some deep psychological facts about her. Maybe the picture she chose to colour was supposed to reveal some childhood trauma, or maybe the crayons she chose would reveal her personality flaws.

“How are you feeling?” Catherine asked gently roughly ten minutes later.

“Stupid.” Emily replied. She didn’t want to admit that she had been enjoying the distraction a little bit.

“And why’s that?” Catherine continued.

“Because I’m an adult.” Emily answered, “Adults aren’t supposed to do stuff like this. Any of this.”

“And what are adults supposed to do?” Catherine asked.

“They’re not supposed to need diapers.” Emily muttered, “Or a changing table, or breast feed. They aren’t supposed to colour or play games all day… Damn it!”

As Emily was complaining she let her hand slip and managed to go over the lines. She was annoyed at herself and then even more annoyed that she cared at all. She took a breath and then continued to draw finding herself relaxing into the activity. She even shifted position, so she was lying on the floor on her front. She carried whilst the scratch of Catherine’s pen told her that more notes were being taken. After a solid minute of writing Emily finally looked up.

“What are you writing?” Emily asked with an accusatory tone.

“Just some notes.” Catherine replied.

“What exactly?” Emily continued.

“I’m just noting that you seem to be relaxing whilst doing that.” Catherine said, “Do you feel more relaxed?”

“No.” Emily replied. It was half-true.

“Do you want to stop and continue the session?” Catherine asked.

Emily remained silent. She remembered what Catherine had wanted to talk about before she had started playing. She didn’t want to talk about her sex life or face up to her embarrassing reality. If she could avoid talking about anything to do with her home life she was going to do it. Especially when she wasn’t sure how Catherine fit into everything. Instead of answering Catherine she just continued to play.

Thankfully there were no more questions. Emily’s scribbling in the colouring book seemed to be enough for Catherine who stayed quiet. After a little while Emily found herself getting lost in what she was doing. She was able to turn her brain off a little bit, her attention focused on the book in front of her and she actually found herself enjoying the activity, even if just a little bit. In fact, she must’ve blocked out a lot of outside stimuli because the next thing she knew she felt a hand on her shoulder that made her jump. She looked up to see Catherine smiling down at her.

“Our time is up.” Catherine said softly.

“Already?” Emily frowned. It felt like she’d not been colouring for long.

“That’s a very pretty picture.” Catherine leaned down to pick up the book. Emily watched as the therapist carefully tore the page she had been working on out, “You should take it home and show Amelia.”

Emily blushed hard. She took the page of colouring though she had no intention of showing anyone what embarrassing activities she had got up to. In fact, now that she had become aware of what she had been doing she was keen to get out of the therapist’s room as soon as possible. She quickly grabbed her bag and made her way to the door.

“Emily?” Catherine’s voice stopped Emily just as her fingers wrapped around the door handle, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Emily looked back around and saw Catherine holding up her pants. Emily blushed even harder as she rushed back into the room. She had been so distracted and ready to leave she’d nearly forgotten to get dressed again. It seemed the diaper normalisation was perhaps working a little too well. Emily quickly started pulling her pants up.

“Are you sure you don’t need a change before you go?” Catherine asked as Emily bent over to put her feet in the holes.

“I’m sure.” Emily mumbled.

As soon as Emily was dressed, she hurried out the door and into the lobby. She’d had therapy sessions that had been more emotionally taxing or that had made her feel worse when she left but she had never had a session that was just so… embarrassing. She couldn’t believe she had allowed Catherine to talk her into what she had done as if it was normal, no other patient would be asked to do such weird stuff, she was sure of that.

Before leaving the building Emily scrunched up the paper that had her colouring on it. There was no way she was taking it home to show Amelia like a proud little kid. She dropped it in a trash can on the way out of the lobby as she waddled back to the bus stop to go home.

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