Danny Becomes a Sissy part 1

“What are you thinking?” Dr. Brooks asked.

Daniel realized he had been spacing out again. Well, not really spacing out – staring at Dr. Brooks’ pretty face. Daniel had never seen a doctor as beautiful as Dr. Brooks.

She was young, maybe thirty, but she looked younger. She was pale and tall, as tall as Dan and even taller in heels. She had high, round cheeks, emerald eyes and the straightest, blackest hair you can imagine, flat bangs cut across her brow and the rest pulled back in a high ponytail. She was in a tight blue skirt that reached mid-thigh and black stockings. She had been wearing a suit jacket that matched her skirt but she had taken it off and draped it on the back of her chair. She was wearing a white, buttoned blouse which was sleeveless and her toned shoulders were somehow as distracting to Dan as her legs and her face. The chunky black glasses just kicked her sexiness into porn star territory.

“Danny?”

He realized he was doing it again. His eyes were lost in the curve of her neck, wishing her blouse was a deeper cut. He blinked a couple of times to clear his head and looked at her.

“Huh?”

“What are you thinking right now?”

Dan felt his cheeks starting to get hot. No way he could tell her what he had just been thinking. Dr. Brooks thought Dan had trouble opening up to her but he just never knew what to say. Sometimes she just sat in silence to try to get him to talk but Dan was content to just stare at her thighs and pretend to space out.

“Um, nothing,” he mumbled.

The hint of a frown played at the ends of her pouty lips. “We can’t make any progress if you don’t want to open up, Danny honey.”

That was another thing. Dan had never had a doctor who called him “honey” or “sweety” or “babe.” In fact, he didn’t even go by “Danny.” Dr. Brooks had just started calling him those things. Trying to get him to open up, he guessed. She even scheduled the front desk girl to go on her break when Dan had his appointment so there was no chance of them being overheard. Dan knew it was just in his hormone-addled brain but it kind of seemed like Dr. Brooks wanted to fuck him.

“Um, sorry Doctor Brooks,” he mumbled.

“Gwen,” she corrected him with a smile.

“Right, uh, sorry Gwen.”

She laughed, hands clasped in front of her and positively beaming at him. “No need to be sorry, Danny sweety. How about this: your mother referred you to me because she was worried you were depressed. We’ve gone through all that and you don’t think you’re depressed so let me ask you: what’s troubling you? Your mother and Chris both think you seem distant lately.”

Chris was Mom’s girlfriend. Yes, girlfriend. After Dad left Mom started dating women exclusively. Pretty quickly she and Chris got together and they all moved in together. Dan decided to just say it out loud.

“It’s Chris,” he blurted out.

Dr. Brooks raised her eyebrows slightly but remained silent. Dan fidgeted in his chair. Suddenly he didn’t feel like “just saying it” anymore. He didn’t like asserting himself or drawing attention. Speaking tended to draw attention. He noticed he could just barely see the crease between Dr. Brooks’ pinky toe and the next one with the way her shoes were cut. He wondered if her toe nails were painted.

“What is it about Chris, honey?” she asked gently, lifting her chair a little so she could scoot closer.

He sighed. “It’s just…since she moved in…it’s like Mom’s not my mom anymore. She’s Chris’ girlfriend. They spend all the time together and even if Mom’s hanging out with me Chris is there too and she moved all her stuff into the house and the playroom turned into her home gym.”

There was a pause before either of them spoke. Dr. Brooks started to say well, sweety when Dan cut her off.

“And she wrestles me.”

“What?”

“She wrestles me. Like roughhousing but she’s really strong.”

“Right, I believe she’s a mixed martial arts fighter in her spare time, right?”

“Yeah, so she’s like really strong and good at wrestling. She thinks I like roughhousing but I don’t and she doesn’t believe me. Sometimes she’s…” he hesitated. “Sometimes she’s pinning me down and she tickles me or puts me in a weird hold or something.”

“Sweety, that’s-“

“I know she’s just playing like I know she’s not trying to be mean but she doesn’t believe me when I say I wanna stop.”

“Danny, that’s fantastic.”

“That’s…huh?”

“This is perfect- Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. Daniel, I remember you said you had some issues sharing space when your cousin came to visit. I think we can come up with some strategies that will be very useful when you go off to college. Now, with the wrestling issue: wrestle her back!”

“But…I don’t wanna-“

“Daniel,” she said, and he was taken aback at how softly she said it. Dan couldn’t tell if his mind was playing tricks on him or if her pupils had just gotten bigger and her cheeks a little redder. He crossed his legs to hide the erection that was growing.

She sighed and took off her glasses and set them aside. She leaned forward and took one of his hands in her own. Dan had no idea what to say.

“You know I’m not a very traditional therapist, right?”

He nodded. His mom had made sure to emphasize that to him beforehand for some reason.

“Some of the things I say are going to seem very strange or unusual. Stuff that most therapists don’t say, because I know it works. I want you to at least try the things I suggest, even if they seem strange or un-traditional. Can I have your commitment on that?”

She was stroking the back of his hand with her thumb. Dan’s dick was straining painfully against his jeans. He just gulped and nodded.

“Good,” she whispered.