Tale 1: As Before, Now Again (Part 1)

Tale #1 : As Before, Now Again (Part1) "Matty...? Matty, come on, I need you to wake up." SNAP "I-I am awake, but I can't remember what just happened...I guess that regression hypnosis thing really does work." The boy laid atop a small couch in the corner of the room; his eyes were still coming into focus, and a hand was groggily batting a strand of chestnut hair from his face. The doctor stood over him, frowning in disapproval, as if waiting for him to realize what he'd done while he was under. "One moment you were talking, and the next moment, I...I don't know, its kind of foggy to be honest...Like fragments of a dream.." The boy shifted on the couch, a spark of revelation flickering across his face. He looked down and guffawed at the sight: his jeans were soaked, and the large yellow stain on the formerly pristine couch was an undeniable clue as to what had happened. "O-oh no..I-I...I am so sorry! I don't know how that happened! I haven't uh, I haven't wet the bed since I was a little kid, and I..Just..." She cut him off, her stern expression softening with an almost seemingly maternal affection. "No, Mathew, its fine. We've clearly tapped into something very traumatic here, and your mind, or your body, just wasn't prepared for that shock." Matthew blushed, but he just listened to her speak. He'd been so snide and condescending about this whole arrangement at the start of the session, and he definitely hadn't thought that he could be put under by something as hokey as hypnosis...But, now that he was sitting in a puddle of his own shame, the young teen wasn't capable of the same bravado. "I think I know where we'll pick up with your next session, but we're all out of time for today. I'll be needing to speak with your mother before the two of you leave, so that she knows how we'll be proceeding." The boy nodded an affirmation and awkwardly wiggled his way off the couch and up into a splayed stance. Doctor Farren watched the young man trod off with the wet, heavy denim chaffing between his legs and she looked down to her clipboard with a smile. "...What a productive first session, Matty." She said to herself once he'd left the room. "But we're not going to stop until you're really sorry for what you did." The web that has been spun had finally entrapped its prey. It hadn't been easy to set these events into motion, but it already felt well worth the effort. Matthew, or rather, 'Matty' as he would have once been called, was a vile delinquent that hadn't learned the sting of remorse yet. "...Yes, that's not completely abnormal for a child undergoing this type of treatment. The reaction he had tells me that there must be something big lying at the center of his troubles. I'm sure that solving this unexplained issue could help him clean up his act.." There may have been a nagging guilt from lying to this woman. Matthew deserved the doctor's ire, but she could sympathize with his mother, since she was a mother herself. Doctor Farren had little trouble with diminishing those persistent feelings, once she reminded herself of why she was doing this. "...But it could certainly get a lot worse before it can get better. I won't bill you for the couch, but I'll need to insist that Mathew has a certain level of...Protection, during his sessions. At least until we can be sure it won't happen again. Here, I'll write a note for your insurance, so that you don't have to worry about their cost.." Thinking about it further, why shouldn't she be angry at the mother too? This woman had allowed her son to run amok and destroy whoever stood in his way! At no point, before Mathew was at risk of going to juvie, did she stop to think that his actions might require intervention? It was inexcusable! 'Well, then I guess I won't have to feel so had about putting her on diaper duty. I bet those skills are pretty rusty, since its probably been about ten years... Oh, no, wait...Matthew has a little brother, so maybe only five years...' She realized she'd been caught up in the thought and gave a chuckling apology as she gave Matty's mom a paper that'd inform her about what 'protective briefs' her insurance would cover. With that all out of the way, and with what she could only imagine would be a tumultuous discussion between the two, the doctor finally took a seat at her chair. She hadn't gone into this session with a full idea of what she'd be doing to Matty. She'd helped get him in trouble, and she'd also been the one to offer her services, once the boy was court-ordered to seek out therapy. It was either time spent on 'the big couch' or an extended stint in juvenile hall. She'd vaguely considered that she would just implant memories, once he was under, if she couldn't find anything to use against him. What she had found had made her almost lose her composure. Matty had turned her precious son into a laughingstock of the school, over some bedwetting that he couldn't even help, and what did Doctor Farren find in Matty's memories? He'd been a bedwetter too, around nearly the same time. Even now the thought made her blood boil. The rank hypocrisy of it! Then she'd dug just a little deeper and had found a memory of his where he'd wet his pants at ten years old! She'd originally thought that she might simply make him into a bedwetter, as an ironic punishment, but now she'd been convinced that she'd have to go much, much further to give Matty a proper punishment. Those 'disposable briefs' would firmly just become diapers, and her sessions wouldn't be the only place that he'd need them. She'd make sure that he never made a fool out of anyone else again, and to do that, she'd insure that he himself became too much of a mockery to do so. It was time to plan session two.