My 9th Crazy Thing – Therapist part 1

Hello, again it's been a while since my last post. I'm glad that there are a lot of other people posting their experiences here. Doesn't it feel liberating? It seems like a load has been lifted off your chest after typing something that you don't want others to know.

Anyway, this is again pretty recent. It's very weird that as my self –imposed deadline in being naughty before my wedding comes closer, I do tend to get a little bolder. I guess it might be that I am almost done with my crazy things or it might just be fate being really crazy.

I have a mild scoliosis, I have been diligently treating this and with the help of our company's health card, I can have sessions every year while I do the back exercises on my own for the rest of the year. With being active I also get to improve the angle. The last exam I had showed steady improvement that it is already almost negligible but since I already did the consultation, the doctor still gave me the sessions for the year. I already had the usual therapist who has been like my constant therapist. We already know each other and it was just a normal thing in the therapy place I go to. There are the familiar faces I saw and some of them welcome but some not so. There is this therapist, who was there last year already and was a little bit fresh was still there. He used to try to get to be the one to do my therapy instead of my usual. We said our hellos and I started my sessions just like the years before that. It was annoying that this time, he would sometimes enter the room while I was doing my exercises and would be asking my therapist questions and this would go on quite regularly until both me and my therapist knows that he just wants to take peeks. If my therapist is not around, she leaves me with a gay therapist who she knows as long as it is not that guy. He is actually quite young, around my age so it's about mid 20's, not that bad looking, and pretty regular.

The week came where we had a series of long weekends. We had Monday and Tuesday off and the next Monday was off as well, so my therapist said that she would take a leave for a week to go home to the province and she said the person who usually covers for her would be there because I really don't want to extend my therapy session. I still had 4 more to go, and would want it to end at the latest by the end of September. Confident that there would be people who would take her spot, I went to the center to have my therapy. When I was there, there were hardly any people and the only person available was the guy. I was already going to cancel but I already made the trip there and I thinking what is the worst that could happen? It's his job and I can just report him if he does anything bad. So I just agreed and I went in the area to take my clothes off.

I was wearing a dress that day and I had to wear a lab gown so I just slipped it off since I was wearing wide panties, and took my bra off. He actually entered early but I was already in my gown at that time. It would start with gel being applied to my back, then a little massage, and an electric current will be run on my back. It always feels cold and I was honestly feeling that he was spreading his hands a little too wide. I just let it slide and he was doing small talk, asking me where I am from, my job, my bf, I would just answer and not really asking much. He would volunteer the info but I just paid it no heed.

After that was finished, the therapist would be helping me with my exercises. I was quite used to it already so usually the therapist would just be watching to make sure my form is correct. This time he was still guiding me but I told him I am ok. It was during one of the exercises when I saw him really taking peeks. At least I was just letting it go and I think since I didn't say anything, he got bolder and was still taking peeks. It came to a point then I just said "Hirap na hirap kang manilip ah?" medyo natigilan siya pero he just laughed and kept quiet. As I was finishing, we was still taking peeks and I said "talagang sinuli?" he said "Hindi mo pa naman ako sinasampal eh." I rolled my eyes and muttered "Baka siguro pati pag bihis ko titignan mo pa ako?" He answered "Kung papayag ka ba eh."

I was finished already and I stood up and faced him. I made an annoyed face looked at him, shrugged and I undid the gown. The gown just fell to the floor, showing him my breasts. He was standing dumbfounded and I asked him if he can reach my dress. I complied and I got my dress and slipped it on. He was still silent when I asked him if he can pick up my hospital or lab gown and I went on my way. He ran after me for my signature and asked if the next time he can be my therapist again. I said if my usual and her replacement is not there within the week.

This is just part 1 of what happened and part 2 is on its way. Thanks for reading this and I hope the comments will always be gentle.