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[F4M]or[FFF4M]X-Amount of Words[multiple personality][dissociative identity][doctor/patient][seduction]talk of[rough sex] and just in case[rape] because she's technically not always in control of herself

I guess it's time to meet the new doc. Maybe this one can help us. We always have had such difficulty keeping doctors around. Then again, do we even need another doctor? I heard this one's cute too. We might be able to have some fun with this one. Or should we just be nice?

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All personalities can be voiced by the same performer.

Personalities:
[Melanie] The True Self. Effectively "normal" voice.

[Beverly] The Doctor. Clinical. Professional, stern yet almost maternal at times.

[Tiffany] The Tease. Seductive teenager, college sorority type.

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(Door opens, door closes)

[Melanie]
Hello. Are you my new doctor?

No, I just figured as much. You see, it's kind of a regularly occurring thing for me. I mean, you probably know that already. You've read my file by now I'm sure.

What? Wait...so, do you know about... my condition?

Okay, then they at least told you about that. I mean, if they didn't at least clue you in on that much it'd be a hell of a surprise I'm sure. I'd like to think it's not everyday that you get to work with someone as fucked in the head as I am, right?

I know, I'm not supposed to use negatives. Issues with self worth, and all that shit. But I'm telling you, after we are done, you're gonna agree with me. I've been told by multiple people that I'm not your typical case of D.I.D.

No, I don't mind. I'm pretty much used to this whole process. First sessions almost always go the same way. We talk about feelings, and memories from my past or whatever. Then my alters decide to come out, and join in on the conversation. Some doctors just want me to like...channel them or something, but it doesn't work like that for me. It's almost like I'm driving a car, and one of them will just grab the steering wheel from me for a quick second. Sometimes more then a quick second. Sometimes it's like I get shoved into the passenger seat, and I'm along for the ride. And sometimes...sometimes it's like I get locked in the trunk until the ride is over. That's why I have to be... well, in here. My alters don't necessarily play by the rules all the time.

So, what's your angle on this? Most tend to stick to the clinical approach and keep asking questions until someone else makes an appearance. You seem to just want to let me talk. It's kind of refreshing actually.

Yeah, I guess that's true. New doctor. New approach. Maybe we'll get somewhere. So, what do you want to hear?

You want to hear about why I ended up here? Okay. I guess that's a good place to start. It was about 3 months ago.

That's not when everything started. Just when it got bad enough that...I needed to...I needed to get more help. It was almost the end of the semester. I had been studying for finals, and maybe I was pushing myself a little too hard. I'm not sure exactly. I've been trying to put together what triggers it, and then foresee how to control it. Or at least, prepare for it. You see, I'm a psych major. Ever since I was diagnosed I've been fasinated with it. And well, psych means long study hours. Not a lot of time for a social life. And even if I do have the time, it's hard to...when...well you know. And yeah, I was a little stressed. I just remember it was a friday night. My roomate was out, and I was in reviewing my notes from a lecture earlier. My mind started to wander a bit, and then I just...I don't know. It felt like I just drifted away...almost like I started daydreaming, and it was the type of dream that I couldn't wake up from. Except, there really was no dream. Just confusion. Almost like someone hit pause. Then I woke up...(slowing) and I was...I was...(drawn out exhale)

[Beverly]
(Firm but professional)
Why do you feel it neccessary to upset her? You could just read her file, and get all of what you need to know. Melanie is a very bright young woman who needs to get away from all of the stress that is causing her issues. And I find, forcing her to relive it is an unneccessary stress.

No, this just isn't helping her. So I sent her away for minute. As her doctor, I would think I'm allowed to do that. I thought perhaps it may be best if we were to talk doctor to doctor for a moment.

Why yes. Melanie has been my primary patient for years now. You would know that if you had read her file. What kind of doctor are you anyway? Where did you study? Some "new age" approach to mental health I'm sure.

Oh really? Well then it should have been obvious to you that it's simply a textbook case of anxiety induced dissociation. And a clinical approach is the best solution. This "Tiffany" character is her means of directing her internal desires to act out. Coupled with the stress of her college environment it was bound to get out of hand. For years I have been trying to get to the bottom of Melanie's confrontational problems, and she simply needs to acknowledge herself for who she really is. She doesn't need a new perspective. She already has the right one. If you would just step back and see things for what they really are, I think you'll agree with me.

Excuse me, but what is that supposed to mean? Are you presumming that I am keeping her from proper treatment. I'll have you know that Melanie's best interests have always been my priority. I've tried multiple methods of treatment. Some even a little unorthodoxed. And sometimes you get an outcome you didn't expect.

(Getting stressed) That's why it has to be a clinical approach. It's safer. Melanie needs to be safe...(getting lower and slower) to be safe... we have to be safe... we have to be...(slow inhale)

[Tiffany]
(Flirtatious)
Well hello doctor.

Who? Doc Bev?

You know, I don't know. I think she might've needed a sec. Pretty typical actually. She acts all put together, but she's so high strung. I think she just needs to get laid.

I mean, she's never any fun. Too serious. All clinical and junk. Not my thing. She needs to loosen up. You know. Enjoy life. Live a little. Or I don't know, maybe you don't know. You seem like the type of guy who knows how to live a little. Maybe. Sometimes. (Giggle) If not, I'm sure I could teach you a thing or two. How about it doc? Want a free lesson? I think you might find I can be a great teacher. (Giggle)

What? I'm just having some fun is all. I like to have fun. Is that so wrong?

Well, that's not fair. That wasn't my fault. The only thing I did was get Melanie out of the dorm for once. I mean, she hadn't been to a single party all semester. That's what you're supposed to do in college. Right? So I took her to a party. That's all that was meant to happen. We'd get a drink. Flirt a little with a hot guy or two. Maybe a little more, but that was it. I'm not sure how...but after a few drinks... I think it might have gotten a little carried away. I mean really, if you think about it, it was Doc Bev's fault. If she'd let me and Mel get out more...no, I know. I'm just making excuses. But we needed it. We both needed it. And if I'm being honest, it was fun, and I'd probably do it again the same way. And as for Mel, I know this is gonna sound crazy and she might even try to hide it from the Doc, but... she loved it. She wanted to let loose. You know, go wild. It was just Doc Bev who freaked. She's always keeping us locked up.

You see, Melanie was stuck in her books that night. Just like every other night for the past month. I was feeling so couped up. I hadn't gotten the chance to get out for most of the semester. I could see that she was overworking herself. So, I thought she should get some fresh air. I mean, I may have pushed her into it, but I was only trying to get her to loosen up.

You see, someone had invited her to the Kappa Phi mixer earlier that week, and I knew she wouldn't have gone on her own. But come on. Kappa Phi? We needed to be at that party. So, I decided we were going out. I mean, what's the harm in a little fun.

Well, first we needed to change. I wasn't about to let Mel walk into that party looking like the librarian she seemed to be dressed as. And after looking through her choices, it was clear that we were going to be borrowing one some of her roommates things. Lucky we're about the same size. Crop top sweater, pleated tennis skirt, and borderline fuck-me pumps.

Well, yeah it's important. You're the one that wants to hear the dirty details of our little night out. I'm just making sure you have the right image for your mental jerking material.

Awww, am I making you blush Doctor? Am I being a bad girl? (Giggle) I still have the outfit if you want to see it up close. Did I mention the red thong that I wore? I bet they would look great on the floor of your office. Or maybe balled up...and stuffed in my mouth. A bad girl deserves to be punished. (long throaty exhale)

[Beverly]
So this is supposed to be helping her? The way you let her just go on and on. Are you enjoying this? I thought you were a professional, but there is something clearly unprofessional about the way you are approaching this. It's gone on long enough, and I think we are done here.

I don't know how you have a certification to practice medicine. But I'm not going to just sit back and allow this twisted fantasy of yours to be played out with my patient. She's...she's my patient...(getting lower and slower) I'm her doctor...her doctor...I'm her...I am...

[Melanie]
Wow, you're still here.

I'm honestly surprised. Most are quick to just pump out a Thorazine prescription, and wish me the best. I'm sorry, this is...this is new for me. You definitely aren't anything like any of the others.

So, where were we? Oh yeah. I was...telling you about that night. (Exasperated sigh)

You see, every time I try to run through it, there are gaps, but I know I can remember. It's just... when I try to...one of them will, you know, take over. I don't know what to do.

What? Guided memory retrieval? You mean like hypnosis?

I don't know. We've never tried that, but...I guess we could try.

So how does this work?

Alright, I'm laying down. Now what?

Yeah, I'm comfortable. As comfortable as I can be on this chicken wire mattress.

No, it's fine. I'll take it seriously I promise. Let's do this.

Okay. (Sigh)

(Deep breaths)
7...6...5...

(Getting softer and quieter)
4...3...2...

(Fading out)
1...

(Deep breathing)

(Softly)
I'm in my room. Sitting at my desk looking at my notes. No, wait. I'm... I'm not in the dorm anymore.

The air. I'm outside. I'm walking through the quad. I'm headed toward greek row. It feels a little cold. It's not supposed to be this cold.

It's my clothes. I think Tiffany changed our clothes.

Yeah. This has to be Tiffany. Beverly wouldn't allow me to wear any outfit like this. She would say it was too revealing. Inviting eyes.

No, I keep walking. But I'm... not in front right now. I can't. Tiffany is. We're walking, and I'm... I can look.

I can feel the wind against my skin. It feels good. I can also hear her heels clicking on the bricks.

Wait. I can hear music now. I see one of the houses is lit up. There are lots of people standing in front talking. Some are dancing. Most are drinking. It must be the Kappa Phi party everyone's been talking about this week.

Tiffany is going to the house. I'm...I feel a little weird. They're...some are looking at me.

No, it's a good kind of weird. I...I want them to see me. I can feel their eyes. It's kind of exciting.

I don't know...curiosity maybe. I want to see what's going to happen. (Giggle)

I don't know. I'm just surprised at myself.

Tiffany is inside the house now. Someone's handed her a drink. Um... I'm not sure. It tastes strong, but it's...sweet and... citrus-y. I like it. She's finished it and already has another.

She's dancing now. I can feel the music vibrating through me. There are lots of people in this room. No room to move. She can't help but touch other people when she moves. She's swaying her body to the rhythm. It feels so hot in here. She slides up against someone. It's another girl. She's in a short tight fitting silver dress. She smiles at us. Our bodies line up with eachother as Tiffany starts to gyrate her hips into hers. Tiffany smiles at her and finishes her drink as they move together.

(Shakily)
This is so... (deep breath)

No, I was going to say exhilarating. There are people watching us. Almost staring. I can feel their eyes. And... and I like it. There's... there's a heat building up inside me. (Exhale shakily) It's getting so hot in here.

We're still dancing. Tiffany's looking around the room. She stops. I think she sees someone. It's a guy. He's staring at us. He's tall. Definitely Tiffany's type. His eyes look...(Exhale shakily) hungry.

It's starting to get fuzzy. Everything feels all warm and tingly.

Yeah, I think it's the alcohol. I can't really see anything right now.

Wait, it's coming back.

We're standing with the guy from before. Tiffany is sipping her drink. He's smiling at us.

He leans in close. "I was thinking you might wanna go somewhere we can maybe... talk." he says.

(In Tiffany's voice)
I think you're gonna find out these lips are good for a lot more than talking.

"Oh, you are a bad girl" he says.

She leans in close to his ear.

(In Tiffany's voice)
Mmmmmm...I know. And I deserve to be spanked.

She walks away from him toward the stairs. She turns and I can see him following her. She's swaying as she walks up, bending down slightly. I can feel the skirt sliding up a little each time she steps. She wants to tease him.

It's all hazy again. It's dark. No wait, the room is dark. We're in a dark room. I can still hear the music, but it's quieter. (Gasp)

We...we're kissing. I feel his lips. They're softer then I thought they'd be. (Groan) His tongue is parting my lips. Ohhh...he's a great kisser. (Shakily)...his hands are sliding up my sides.

No, I want to be touched. It's like my body is on fire. His hands. A little rough... but so good. (Groan)

Tiffany is sliding my hand down his stomach.

(Sharp intake of breath)

(Breathily)
Yes. Touch it. I...I wanna touch it. I wanna feel my hand wrapped around it. It's like there's a fire inside me. I...I need it.

(In Tiffany's voice)
Mmmm... is this what you got for me?

Ohhhh. Everything is so intense now. Mmmm... his hand is sliding up my thigh. He's kissing me harder. (Gasp) Oh god. He's touching my... (Softly) fuck that feels good.

Tiffany is sitting. On something. I don't know. A desk? I'm not sure. She uses our legs to pull him in closer. His pants are down. I can feel his bare skin against my calves and thighs.

(In Tiffany's voice)
Come on big boy. Mmmmm... make me feel good.

Yes. Make me feel good. I want to feel good. I need to feel...

(Gasp) Oh, it's in. He's inside. He's inside me. Oh my god, I can feel him deep in me. He's thrusting. Oh, he's thrusting so hard. I can't believe how good... it feels so good.

(Huskily breathing in waves as if feeling the thrusts letting out soft sighs breathing heavier and heavier)

I...I think I'm gonna... I'm gonna...

(Improv orgasm)

(Slowing down breathing to calm)

(Deep slow breathing)

Yes, I'm... I'm here.

I don't know. I'm not sure what happened. It's like I said before, one minute I'm studying, the next I'm waking up my bed at my dorm. I don't think your technique worked doctor. I still can't remember.

[Beverly]
It's like I said before, the only way to move forward is with a strict clinical approach.

[Tiffany]
I guess we'll have to plan for another sesh Doc. I'm sure we can... fit you in... our calender. (Giggle) I'll be looking forward to it.

[Melanie]
So, you still think you can help me doc?