Doctor Marie Dubois was a very stressed professor of phycology. It was interesting to note, then, that one of her students was working on a new drug-hypnotherapy treatment for anxiety. He claimed to be able to remove all anxiety from a patient, if he got the dose correct.
She agreed to help him practice. He was a nervous fellow that she regularly teased. He was quite brilliant however, and she expected great things. He was a small mousey, be-speckled student and she wondered how often he fantasized about her. It was normal for a man his age, and she was still womanly despite her professional dress. Today she was off work so she wore more casual clothing, a lacy blouse and tight jeans. She was happy to see him a bit more frantic and nervous than usual.
"So." The boy began. On the other side of the table, reading his script. "Have you taken the placebo?"
"Jerry, you aren't supposed to tell me it's the placebo." She reminded him.
"Oh! Right! Sorry..." he marked it on his page. "But it is, so you know. I mean, the drug is safe. Nothing in it really over the counter, or in large amounts..."
"Then why don't I try it?" She asked casually.
He gawked, "Doctor, that wouldn't really be professional. Besides, it may have affects I don't know about. Mild emotional ones, but still..."
"You need to be able to act regardless of what your subject takes." She shrugged. "If it is safe I'll take it." Her motives were more complex than that. She had tried a number of anti-anxiety remedies but none seemed to work. She realized this was probably a vain act of desperation. He gulped, fished in his backpack, and produced a bottle of pills.
"Before you take one, please fill out the survey." He said, giving her the survey she had seen time and time again during his progress reports. "Please make a list of actions you would normally be too anxious to do in front of someone, or something that would normally be taboo. Say, like, act like a chicken, or loudly curse, something that would only do if your inhibitions were altered. Know that everything you write is something you consent to beforehand. Also fill out a list of things that are natural for you to do in front of others, like, pick your favorite color, or whistle a tune..."
"Yes, yes..." She pretended she was hearing this all for the first time. She decided to have some fun. Previously she had joked about a subject acting sexual or romantic around him. She wrote a few risqué options, knowing that she'd never really do them. But his face upon asking would be entertaining at least. She could tell that thy were things he wanted to do with her. "Done."
"Thank you. Now I will have you take the drug... er, the drug or the placebo, not even I will know... and after five minutes we will begin the testing. I will ask you do random things on this list, and you will do whatever you feel comfortable doing. Feel free to refuse anything that makes you feel too anxious. Just remember that this test is completely confidential as well. You will also have to stay in this room for the next hour until the drug is fully out of your system... er, in case you did take the drug."
She nodded and drank some water with the pill. He was the one that seemed anxious. Cute kid, to bad he was so sheepish. She'd love to see the look on his face when he said... what did she write down? Oh well, she'd remember when he asked her to do it. Some of it was very lewd, she'd be hard pressed to miss it.
After a minute she felt a bit more relaxed, but not quite a susceptible as Jerry might have hoped. She expected something more like a haze from a bottle of wine, or a high from dope, instead she felt more like she had woken up from a good nap. Well, at least she wasn't stressing over anything, she just didn't feel too different. It was a bit disappointing.
"Alright, now I will continue the experiment." He looked down at the list. "Could you show me your drivers license?" She removed her wallet from her pocket, the license from there, and showed her license. "Thank you." God this was going to take all day. How many of these questions were there? "Could you open your mouth and saw "ah"?" She was growing impatient, but followed the order with ease. He took a deep breath and spoke with a slightly more shakey tone, "Could you show me your tits?"
She rolled her eyes and removed her shirt and unclasped her bra, letting her overly large mounds escape their enclosure. When was he going to get to the fun ones? He seemed stunned to a moment. "Well?" She asked. "Are you dozing off there?" She leaning back in her chair, her breasts relaxing on her chest.
"No. No Doctor. I'm awake." He seemed to be sweating. "Um..." He gulped. "C-Could you do five jumping jacks." He seemed awfully nervous. Was this it? Was this one of the taboo ones? It didn't feel like it, but he was acting very strange... She got up and did so, her breasts bouncing with each jump. She then sat back down in her seat. "Uh..." He seemed panicked. What had she done? She racked her brain... her drivers license? Was showing that taboo? No, she had done that a lot...
"Could you spell your first name backwards?"
Was this the fear inducing order? Why was he staring at her like that? Her name backwards... well, she hadn't done that before. But was it really taboo? It didn't feel like it... "e-i-r-a-m." She spelled. He nodded, distracted for a moment before continuing...
Maybe... Opening her mouth? That did feel a bit awkward. Something she would only normally do at a checkup... no. No she didn't think that was it either. Her tits? She looked down at them. They seemed normal. She got naked every day to take a shower. A number of people had seen them before... no, that couldn't be it either.
"Could you tell me something you have never told me before?" He asked.
"Um, sure... I broke my leg when I was twelve years old." He nodded. What was going on? It was not anxiety that nagged at her, but curiosity. Statistically, she must have done something raunchy by now, but she just couldn't see it.
"Could you describe a sexual fantasy that you have told no one else about" He asked. That one was just like the last question. She assumed it was safe.
