Jessika’s New Life – Chapter Seven
And then we were on the way to the office of the psychologist. I hadn’t put too much thought into the doctors appointment before hand, and look at how horrifyingly bad that one went. If this one went proportionally bad, I’d probably end up dead. Psychologists seemed to me to be little more than therapists, with more education, and the ability to prescribe things. As a result, I was not looking forward to the appointment. So the ride there itself was full of dread. I fidgeted in the car seat, unable to really move too much, playing with the hem of my dress. Despite anything else, Amanda had had the foresight to bring my stuffed animal, I imagine it was to serve the purpose of something to hide behind, something to play with, and some emotional support? all at once. I held it gingerly, thinking. But it wasn’t a long ride, despite feeling that way to me. So we arrived fairly quickly. She unbuckled me, and carried the plushie while I held her other hand. Once we got inside the waiting room, I climbed onto a chair, was given the stuffed animal, and she went to check me in. And I sat there pretending to play with it, really feeling somewhat scared. It was easier than ever to be somewhat scared of people. But that made sense, considering my size compared to theirs. I could reach up and reach most peoples waists, sometimes higher, sometimes lower, depending on their height. That made everyone a lil more than twice my size, at best. And I didn’t quite feel right, considering I had to look so far up to see a persons face. At this place, at least people were not getting up to get a better look at me, though some were watching me with smiles, probably parents themselves or something, at worst, other prisoners re-adjusting to their adult bodies.
Here as well, I had to wait as the doctor was behind. That was always the case. I blushed and hid my face behind the stuffed animal every time someone looked at me overlong and I noticed. Being thought of as cute was alien to me. But fortunately, this doctor was more on time than the last, so I didn’t have to wait too long. I was weighed again, and my height checked. I wondered if they were going to check my height every time, it wasn’t like I was going to grow. Then, holding the stuffed animal in both hands, we walked into the psychologists room. It was, oddly enough, a middle aged man, probably around 40. I took the indicated chair, again climbing up. How I missed just sitting down. He kept a watchfull eye on me, and I tried not to hide. And then he spoke. “Hello…May I ask your name?” Clearly he knew the name I had been as an adult, but I thought he was probably trying to ascertain the name I was called by in this form, as it might have changed after being released. I blushed very red, and didn’t resist hiding. I spoke from behind the large stuffed animal snow leopard. “Jeskika.” He checked some notes, and nodded. Apparently verifying my name hadn’t been changed. Amanda had liked the name and I had grown used to being called it, so I had let it stand, at least temporarily. “Okay, just to be clear, you stuck with the name the prison gave you, for now at least?” I did little but resume the bright red blush, that had slowly died down a little. “uh huh…” I poked my face out after several seconds, trying to break the need to hide.
“I have a great many notes from the prison. They report increasing regression, particularly in the last few days, more particularly in your last day there. They report that shortly before you left, things seemed to indicate you were pacifier conditioned. Is that correct?” Now he couldn’t ask that and not cause me to blush beet red again. I proptly used the stuffed animal as a shield. “…gess so…” He made more notes, and spoke up again. “You are entirely incontinent, both bladder and bowels, correct?” I his my face again. “uh huh…” Why did they have to ask me about things they already knew? Was he intentionally trying to make me as embarrassed and ashamed as he could? It was mean. “Before this, your name was Richard, 30 years of age, born in this very city, november 9th. Correct?” More questions to which he already knew the answer. “es” The Y sound lost to either the lisp, or the stuffed animal my face was resting behind. “Why are you shielding yourself from me.” He asked. “yoo embrs me.” I replied, still hiding from him. “It’s my job to verify these things.” I really didn’t care, I felt it was mean. After this he began asking extensive questions from a page, making small notes after some answers. At the end of which he made it clear I had depression. I would have liked to reply ‘no shit’ but I couldn’t think of a way to say it without my lisp taking any potency the comment might have away. “Unfortunately, your case if fairly unique, we really don’t have any medicine that it’s safe to take.” Not at all a surprise. The entire rest of the first meeting was him asking questions in which the answers were obvious. Things like: “You married your wife on back in 2136 right?” Many of them making me feel incredibly embarrassed. He loved asking those questions, at least as it seemed to me, considering how many he was asking. True, it was his job, but I disregarded that.
And, thankfully, he didn’t get into the other emotional issues. Instead, he basically told me that he expected me to have an appointment with a therapists, leading to many subsequent appointments. I managed to release everything into my diaper, just before he said “Due to your conditioning, I strongly advise you get a pacifier at the store. It might be a bad coping mechanism later in life, but at this point, considering your current teeth are permanent and not likely to be damaged, and it’s not like you are going to age anyway, I see no harm at all. Due to the conditioning, it will probably help you.” So that combined with my now full diaper caused me to blush more than ever before, and hide behind the stuffed animal more fully than before. Fortunately, that was the end of the entire appointment. We managed to get the next appointment, and set up with a therapists (at least they can set up appointments fast) before the stink started escaping the diaper and plastic panties too much. So with that, we exited. Unfortunately, our next stop was not home, as Amanda informed me before she put me in the car seat. The squishing was uncomfortable, but something I was more than used to. We arrived at wallmart. Oddly, one of the only huge super-stores to make it to this point in time, the other stores collapsed. The first stop was the ladies bathroom, which fortunately had a changing station. Two women emerged from their stalls and basically got to watch while they washed up and left. More than anything, perhaps it was my blushing and what they likely interpreted as shyness, not embarrassment, they seemed to pay more attention that they might otherwise have. After a few minutes, which felt like half an hour to me, it was one.
Fortunately though, when that was done, she helped me down, and went off to wash her hands. During which time I fidgeted idly with my dress. After she herself used the restroom, with me standing in the bathroom still, just outside her stall, we were ready do head out and get whatever needed done, done. During that time however I earned several complements, and was called cute twice, and adorable once. Each time earning a blush and a retreat towards Amanda’s stall door, usually not a motion I consciously made, it seemed to be instinct on some level. Once she was done, we exited and got a cart. Due to my slow walking speed, I was put in the back of the cart. I was glad not to be stuck in the front. First stop was baby clothes, which earned a short blush and a sympathetic smile from Amanda. I largely kept quiet. I gave opinions when they were asked, such as which colors I liked best. But in the end, we ended up with only two pairs of footie PJ’s, as I was lacking in the PJ department mostly. Then to the baby supplies, where 3 pacifiers were placed in the front of the cart, some clips, more diapers, and a highchair. I wasn’t too fond of the idea when she explained why, but had to concede it was necessary. Then came some toddler eating utensils, and we were done. The checkout line was mercifully short, and other than the smiles I earned from the cashier, I was okay. After a reasonably nice check-out, we were on our way back to the cart. Everything was loaded up in the truck and beside me, and I was buckled up, before she put the cart up. It was on the way home however, that I received awkward news. “A friend of mine is at home. He has a key, and delivered a crib from another friend, who no longer needs it. I know it embarrasses you, but we don’t need you falling off the couch or bed multiple times a night.” I sighed. It was something I was more than used to frmot he prison, though I had entertained hopes to be out of them. “Otay Amyda, eyes usa it.” Once again, I called her “ah-mee-da”, my lisp prevending me from saying her name right either.
The End of Jessika’s New Life – Chapter Seven.
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