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Please note:
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.

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The Watson Clinic: Laura

chapter one

Written by Janus

Copyright 2004




	Dr. Elizabeth Watson surveyed the group of graduate students sitting in the room before her.  She was an internationally-renowned child psychiatrist and the students before her had come from all four corners of the world to visit her famous child psychiatry clinic, the Watson Clinic located in northern California.  

	Dr. Watson specialized in child trauma.  Her methods were debated endlessly in scholarly journals and university classrooms but no one could deny the fact that her patients invariably showed improvement after spending time at her clinic.  Parents grudgingly accepted that, despite Dr. Watson’s questionable methods, their children showed markedly better behavior after a week or two at the Watson Clinic.

	“Hello, everyone,” Dr. Watson spoke.  The room was filled with about a dozen young graduate students.  Some had notebooks and pens at the ready.  She smiled warmly at her audience.

	“I’m glad you could come visit today,” she said.  “Some of you have made long voyages to be here today and I’m grateful and flattered at your effort.”  Some heads nodded.  

	“Before we begin,” Dr Watson continued.  “I would like to make sure of one thing.  Has everyone signed and dated the non-disclosure form?  It’s essential that I have this document before we begin.”

	All of the heads nodded again and murmured assent.  Dr Watson did a quick head count and tallied the signed forms she held in her hand.  “Very good,” she said.  “Excellent.  I apologize for the inconvenience of this extra security.  As you all know, everything you see and hear and learn today is not open to all public discourse.  Information about the Watson Clinic may only be published in scholarly journals and identities must be kept anonymous.  Is that clear?”

	The heads nodded again.  Dr Watson briskly turned to dim the lights and began her PowerPoint presentation.

	“The first study I am presenting is the case of eight year-old Laura,” she said.  A photograph of a little girl, smiling shyly, appeared on the screen.  Her features were largely unremarkable: her shoulder-length, sandy hair was neatly parted and she had a few freckles but she otherwise looked like a normal young girl.  Dr Watson distributed some photocopied handouts to the students.

	“Laura lives in a Los Angeles suburb with her single mother.  She was admitted to the clinic after exhibiting psychological problems at school.  Previously, Laura had been an excellent student.  Upon entering third grade, however, she began to show signs of withdrawal and disinterest.  Intervention with her teacher only exacerbated the problem and Laura started to exhibit fear and distress as far as school was concerned.”

	The grad students were scribbling furiously in their notebooks as Dr Watson spoke.  “Her mother brought her to us after unsuccessful treatments with several psychologists.  We began a thorough case study.  At first, we were mystified as to Laura’s behavioral change.  One astute researcher, however, noticed something that had been overlooked.  Have any of you found the significant part in Laura’s file?”

	The sound of shuffling papers filled the room as the grad students scanned the young girl’s file.  Dr Watson gave them a minute to search.

	“No?”  She smiled at the class.  “The researcher noticed that, prior to third grade, all of Laura’s teachers had been female.  Her third-grade teacher was the first male teacher.”

	“How is that significant?” one grad student asked, raising her hand.

	“The researcher also noticed all the psychologists that worked with Laura were also female,” Dr Watson told her.  “On a hunch, the researcher asked a male colleague work with Laura.  We have a video of the session.”  Dr Watson dimmed the lights and moved to the side of the classroom as the screen flickered to life.

	A little girl appeared onscreen, sitting alone in a room obviously designed for children.  The furniture was smaller than usual and a few toys were visible, scattered about the colorfully decorated room.	 A door opened and a doctor entered the room.

	“Notice Laura’s immediate reaction,” Dr Watson told the students.  “The minute Dr Franz entered the room, her posture changes.  She appears to tighten up.  Her hands are now fidgeting in her lap.”

	“Hello Laura,” Dr Franz said onscreen.  “How are you today?”

	Laura didn’t answer.  Her nervousness was apparent and she was starting to blush.

	Dr Franz sat down in a small chair, making himself level with the girl.  “Laura?  Is everything all right?”

	Again, Laura didn’t answer.  Instead, she scooted her chair back to distance herself from the doctor.  

	“It was very telling indeed,” Dr Watson said, pausing the tape.  “Prior to this, Laura had been very cooperative with the female doctors.  She spoke intelligently and precociously for a child her age.  But even with a female psychologist, Laura was either unable or unwilling to explain her behavior with males.”

	“Now,” Dr Watson said smiling, “it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the root of the problem is.”

	“Father,” the graduate said, speaking in unison.

	“Exactly,” Dr Watson said.  “All we knew was that the father left Laura and her mother when Laura was four years old.  When the subject of her father was brought up, Laura again refused to talk.  A bit of hypnosis, however, worked wonders.”  

The video began playing again.  This time Laura was seated with two women.  Her eyes were closed.
	
“Laura?” one woman asked.  “Can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“I want to thank you for doing those relaxing exercise with me,” the hypnotist said.  “How do you feel now?”

“Okay,” Laura replied.

“Are you relaxed?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” the hypnotist said.  “I want you to take another deep breath and just let yourself relax.”

Laura did as she was told.  Her body was arranged loosely on a chair and now her head tipped to the side like she was falling asleep.

“Good, Laura, very good,” the hypnotist murmured.  “Now I want you to stay in your relaxed place, but just sit up straight and listen and answer.  Okay?”

“Okay,” Laura said, sitting up straighter as she was told.  Her voice was very even and showed no signs of inflection.

“Laura,” the other woman spoke now.  “Do you remember your daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Can you describe him for me?”

“He was tall and had brown hair.  He used to take me out for ice cream.”

“Do you live with him now?”

“No.  He’s gone.”

“Where?” the psychiatrist asked.

“I don’t know,” Laura replied.

“Did you love your father?”

“Yes,” Laura said without hesitating.  “He made me happy.  We played fun games.”

“What kind of games?”

“We played Candyland.  Hide and seek.  The juice game.”

“The juice game?” the psychiatrist asked.  “I’ve never played that before.  Could you explain it to me, Laura?”

“Daddy would take out his peepee and I would make the juice come out of it.”  Laura said calmly, her eyes still closed.

Onscreen, the psychiatrist and the hypnotist exchanged a glance.  In the classroom, a hushed murmur swept through the graduate students.

“Could you explain to me more how you played the game?” the psychiatrist asked gently.  

“When we were alone, Daddy would unzip his pants and take his hard peepee out.  He would give me the little blue and white bottle with slippery stuff in it and I would rub it onto his peepee to make it slippery.  Daddy showed me how to use both hands to rub up and down on his peepee until the juice came out.”

“Did you like playing this game?”

“Yes.  It made daddy happy.  I liked looking at his peepee.  I didn’t like the way the juice stained my clothes but daddy solved that.”

“How?”

“Whenever we played the juice game, I would take off all my clothes.  If the juice got on me, we would wipe it off with a towel.”

In the classroom, there was a shocked silence.  Dr Watson watched impassively as the video continued.

“Laura,” the psychiatrist said.  “How often did you play the juice game?”

“A lot.”

“Once a week?”

“No,” Laura answered.  “It was our favorite game.  We played almost every day.”

“Do you remember how old you were when you started playing the juice game?”

Laura hesitated.  “No.”

Dr Watson paused the tape.  “As you can see, there was precocious sexual activity occurring.  Subsequent hypnosis sessions revealed that the earliest “game” played between Laura and her father occurred when Laura was about two years and four months old.  We suspect the sexual play began even earlier but it was impossible to tell since Laura’s memories from infancy are spotty at best.”

“This is disgusting!” one grad student blurted out.  “It’s child abuse!”  A murmur of assent sounded from the others.

Dr Watson nodded mildly.  “At this point, we’re not going to label actions.  The goal, I remind you, was to enable Laura to function normally around males.  Her early sexual activity, as you will see, was not the direct cause of her psychiatric problems.”

The video began again.  Laura was still in a deep hypnotic trance.  

“Laura,” the psychiatrist asked, “did you ever talk about the juice game with you mother?”

“No.  Daddy said not to.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.  He said there might be trouble if anyone else found out about the juice game.”

“Do you remember the last time you saw your father?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“It was late at night.  I was in bed.  Daddy woke me up.  He said he wanted to play the juice game and he handed me the little blue and white bottle of slippery stuff.  I was sleepy so I just stayed in bed while I rubbed his peepee.  The juice came out and stained my nightie but daddy said it was okay.  Then he kissed me goodnight.  When I woke up the next morning, he was gone and I never saw him again.  Mommy said he left us.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

“Sad.  I missed him.”

“Do you still miss him today?”

“Yes.”

The screen froze and then went blue as the tape was stopped.  Dr Watson turned the light on and returned to the front of the classroom.

	“After further sessions with Laura, with hypnosis and otherwise, our doctors all came to the same conclusion,” Dr Watson intoned.  “Does anyone care to venture a guess?” 

	One student raised her hand.  “Laura’s fear of male contact stems from her absent father.  She has a precocious sexual nature due to the abuse and her mind has linked sexual activity, or in other words male contact, with the trauma of her father’s departure.”

	“Exactly,” Dr Watson smiled.  “As a young girl, Laura naturally feels curious about male anatomy.  However, this curiosity cannot be reconciled with the association her mind has made concerning sexual activity and her father’s disappearance.  Laura craves male contact but she fears abandonment.”

	“The question, of course, is how can Laura be treated?” Dr Watson asked the class.  “Any ideas?”

	“Re-establish a male figure into her life, develop trust,” one student offered.  The other students nodded.

	“Yes, yes,” Dr Watson said dismissively.  “That would be conventional psychiatry.  At the Watson Clinic, our methods are non-conventional.  And I believe our methods are more effective and produce more rapid results.  Laura’s mom had signed a non-disclosure form as well as a document that allowed the Watson Clinic to work with her daughter using any means we saw fit.  The following video reveals Laura’s treatment.”

	The lights in the classroom dimmed again.  The video faded in and revealed a doctor sitting at a desk.

	“Hello.  My name is Dr Amanda Schlessinger.  With the approval of Dr Watson, I have chosen to enroll Laura under the Anatomy Room Treatment Program.  This program requires Laura to stay at the Watson Clinic for a period of two weeks.  During this stay, she has been appointed a male nurse, Tyler, who will act as her companion and guardian.  Laura has spent the first two days of her treatment getting accustomed to staying at the clinic.  The following is the beginning of her treatment.”

	The video cut to a long, white hallway of the institutional type.  The view was from overhead, as if the camera was on a ceiling, which it was.  Tyler led the way as Laura lagged several steps behind him.  

	“Okay, Laura,” Tyler said.  “I have some work to do so you can have fun in the playroom by yourself for a while, okay?”  

	Laura’s only acknowledgement was a small pursing of her lips.  She opened the door to the playroom and let herself enter.  Tyler closed the door behind her and entered a different door a few yards away from the playroom door.

	The video cut to a small darkened room.  There was a two-way mirror on the wall and Dr Schlessinger and Tyler were seated before it.  “Subject has entered the playroom,” Dr Schlessinger intoned into a microphone.  Through the two-way mirror, Laura could clearly be seen.

	The camera switched to a view of inside the playroom.  Unknown to Laura, she was being tracked from every angle by a dozen hidden cameras strategically placed inside the room.  The room was filled with a variety of toys and games and art supplies.  There was even a couch and TV in one corner.  Laura seated herself at an easel and began to idly paint on a blank sheet of paper.  She had been to the playroom several times since her stay and she had already explored much of the room.  Rising from her stool, she headed to the cupboard where she knew the other painting supplies were kept.

	The cameras tracked her every move.  A person watching the screen had the sensation of actually being in the room with Laura and following her.  The young girl opened the cupboard.  Usually the interior of the tall cupboard had various art supplies were neatly arranged on shelves.  This time it was different.  Laura expected to find construction paper, brushes, and paint bottles but instead the cupboard shelves has been removed.  Instead, an erect penis jutted from the wall at the rear of the cupboard.

	In the classroom, another hush swept through the group of graduate students.  Some snickered, others appeared shock.  The view on the screen split in two: one camera still looked over Laura’s shoulder but the other was monitoring her facial reaction.

	Laura appeared stunned.  The penis in the cupboard pointed directly at her, just at chest height.  It poked through a hole that must have been drilled through the back of the cupboard.  The hole was just the perfect size because the penis fit snugly through the opening.

	Laura looked around the room to make sure she was still alone.  The students watched as the eight-year old girl tentatively reached out her small hand and touched the penis.  

	Dr Watson spoke as they watched.  “That is a real penis, of course.  We switched out the regular cupboard with the modified one.  One of our male staff inserts his penis through the custom cut hole from the other side, having taken Viagra to ensure his erection.”

	“Is this legal?” one of the grad students asked incredulously.

	Dr Watson looked at him sharply.  “It is treatment.”

	Back on screen, Laura’s expression was one of fascination as she handled the erect penis.  The young girl’s hands touched the penis with a sure grip.  The eight-year old clearly knew what to do.  Her eyes fell on something on the bottom shelf of the cupboard.  She picked it up.  The grad students could clearly see it was K-Y lubricant in the familiar blue and white bottle that Laura had described under hypnosis.  

	Laura applied the lubricant to her hands and then to the erect penis inside the cupboard.  When it got sufficiently slippery, she began to run her hands along the length of it, expertly jerking off the hard penis.  Her expression was one of rapt attention as her small hands slid up and down the smooth penis.  A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

	The grad students were shocked as they watched the young girl skillfully handle the penis.  The conclusion soon came as Laura moved her hands faster and faster.  The penis in the cupboard began to ejaculate, sending powerful spurts of white semen while Laura didn’t even hesitate in her ministrations.  The eight year old beamed happily as the semen stained her shirt.

	When it was over, Laura picked up a washcloth meant to wipe paint spills and began to wipe her hands.  At that moment, there was a knock on the playroom door.

	“Hi Laura, it’s me Tyler,” a voice called cheerfully.  “Can I come in?”

	Laura’s expression changed to alarm.  “Um, ok,” she called back.  “Just a minute…”  Hurriedly she shut the cupboard door, casting one last glace at the erect penis that still jutted from inside it.  She quickly wiped her hands and the remaining semen that was spotting her shirt.  The stains were still visible when she opened the door and let Tyler in.

	“Hi!” he said.  “Ready for lunch?”

	“Okay,” she replied, quickly exiting the room.  Tyler followed her and shut the playroom door behind them.

	Dr Watson paused the tape.  “That brief exchange was the first time Laura had spoken to Tyler.  Afterward, she resumed her usual shyness and anxiety around him, but we felt it was an important step.”

	“Excuse me,” one graduate student raised her hand.  “But are you sure this is legal?  Doesn’t that videotape count as child pornography?”

	“As I said before, it is treatment,” Dr Watson said severely.  “We had consent forms from Laura’s mother as well as a non-disclosure form, which all of you signed as well.  As a medical facility, we have the right to document our research and treatment.  Any other questions?”

	No one raised a hand.  “Very well,” Dr Watson said briskly.  “To continue on… The next day showed more progress when Laura asked Tyler if she could return to the playroom.  This was the first time she had initiated any sort of conversation with him.  He consented, of course.”

	The video resumed playing.  The camera was following Tyler and Laura as they walked down the hall to the playroom.  Tyler let the little girl in the room and entered his own observation room.  

	This time, Laura didn’t waste any time.  She glanced around the familiar playroom and headed directly to the cupboard.  Before opening it, she glanced around one more time to make sure she was alone.  Slowly, she opened the cupboard door and peeked inside.  

	Sure enough, there was another erect penis inside.  The young girl’s eyes lit up as soon as she it.  The grad students watched as she ran to the door and locked it.  Returning to the cupboard, Laura began to strip.  

	There was another murmur of surprise from the grad students as they watched Laura take off her clothes until she stood naked in the playroom.  Her smooth skin was a pure milky white while her flat chest and small butt showed no signs of womanhood.  As Laura turned to place her clothes on a desk, her hairless slit was also visible for a moment.  

	The bottle of K-Y was still in the cupboard.  Laura quickly applied it and was once again masturbating the penis in no time.  Silence filled the classroom as the quiet, squishing noise of Laura’s little hands on the hard penis emanated from the speakers.  Adeptly, her little fingers massaged the erection and the eight year old girl smiled in anticipation of the reward of her attention.  

	Dr Watson surveyed the reactions of the grad students as they watched.  Some were clearly disgusted while others observed in a clinical manner.  The similarity to child pornography was all the more apparent this time since the little eight year old was naked as she touched the penis.  

	Still beaming, Laura jacked off the penis.  The students watched as the young girl leaned closer to the penis.  She knew something they did not.  The penis in the cupboard began to ejaculate and Laura moved in as close as possible to the spurting tool.  The grad students watched aghast as the eight year old let the semen spray onto her flat chest and neck.  

	When it was finally over, Laura stepped away from the cupboard and reached for the washcloth.  The little girl had several strings of white fluid draped across her flat chest.  There was even a stray strand of semen dangling from her hair.  

	It was too much for one of the grad students who abruptly got up and headed for the restroom.  The remaining students watched as Laura wiped the male fluid from her body and got dressed.  Dr Watson paused the video.

	“This activity continued for the next three days,” she informed the students.  “By the end of the first week, Laura’s interaction with Tyler had improved considerably.  They were having conversations and talking freely.  Laura even let Tyler hold her hand as they walked, although further contact was still yet to come.  She continued to visit the playroom every day, at her own request, and each day she stripped naked and manipulated the penis to ejaculation.”

	The students had returned to taking notes and the scribble of pencils on paper filled the room.  “On Day 10,” Dr Watson said, “a significant breakthrough occurred.”  She started the video again.

	The camera faded in to Dr Schlessinger standing before a two-way mirror.  “The subject has showed marked improvement around males,” she said, speaking to the camera.  “Today, she allowed a full medical examination by a male doctor and showed no signs of shyness or distress with the doctor.  The exam process was a long and arduous process that required the subject to wear a hospital gown.  To humor the subject, her nurse and guardian Tyler chose to wear a hospital gown as well.  The two of them are now just returning from the exam.”

	The camera returned to the hallway, showing Tyler and Laura walking down the long, white hallway.  The two were holding hands and joking as they walked in their hospital gowns.  They entered the playroom together this time.  The camera switched to inside the room. 

	“I’m tired,” Tyler said.  “Want to watch TV?”

	“Um, okay,” Laura said, yawning herself.

	The two of them sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.  Tyler sat down at one end.  Laura hesitated before sitting at the other end of the couch, as far away from him as possible.

	“Are we going to change back into our regular clothes soon?” she asked him.

	“Nah, maybe later,” he told her.  “Why don’t you take a nap?  You can lie on the couch and put your head on my lap.”

	Laura hesitated again.  The young girl was clearly tired.  Her eyes were slightly red and she had bags under them.  “Okay,” she accepted shyly.  Lying down, she gingerly placed her head on Tyler’s lap.  She was soon asleep.

	The video cut to the observation room with Dr Schlessinger who had an excellent view of the couch from the two-way mirror.  “The subject has been asleep for thirty minutes,” she informed the camera.  “Tyler has taken a Viagra and is waiting for the subject to awaken.”

	The view returned to the playroom.  Laura was still asleep, her head resting on the edge of Tyler’s lap, but this time there was a large tent in the hospital gown at his midsection.  Tyler himself appeared to be asleep.

	The grad students watched with anticipation as Laura woke up.  She opened her eyes and blearily looked around the room.  Sitting up, she immediately noticed the tent that had formed in Tyler’s hospital gown.  Glancing nervously at him, she realized he was asleep.  

	The little girl sat for a minute, deciding what to do.  The short hospital gown only came to Tyler’s knees.  Moving quietly and carefully so as not to awaken him, Laura moved so that she knelt directly in front of Tyler and his tenting hospital gown.  Cautiously, she lifted his short hospital gown, revealing his hard and throbbing penis.  Her wary hand reached out and gripped his male organ.  Tentatively, she let her small fingers run up and down his erection.

	The young girl was clearly transfixed by the sleeping man and his hard penis.  Apparently throwing caution to the wind, Laura got up and went to the cupboard.  Opening it, she was surprised to see that it was once again filled with shelves and art supplies.  At the bottom shelf, however, was the familiar blue and white bottle of K-Y.  

	Laura returned to Tyler’s sleeping form on the couch and gazed longingly at his male body.  Carefully, she applied generous amounts of K-Y to her hands and began to masturbate Tyler.  Her hands slid smoothly up and down the glistening shaft as she worked the erection.  One hand began to massage the dangling scrotum before her, heavy with its two large testicles.  One of the grad students gasped, surprised that the eight year old girl knew so much about pleasing a man.

	Laura was earnestly pumping her fist on Tyler’s erection when he awoke.  “Laura?” he asked groggily.

	The young girl gasped and immediately let go of his penis and scrotum.  “I’m sorry!” she cried, mortified.

	“No, no, Laura, it’s okay!” Tyler reassured her.  “I don’t mind at all!”

	“Really?”

	“Of course not!  I really like it actually.  I didn’t want you stop.  I was just surprised.”

	“Do you want me to keep… doing it?” Laura asked hesitantly.

	“Would you please?” he asked her.

	Laura shyly put her hand back on his penis and pumped it, producing a moan of pleasure from Tyler.  

	“Oh Laura,” he said, “I like it when you do that.”

	Encouraged, Laura resumed jacking him off.  After a minute, her other hand returned to his scrotum, gently kneading his testicles.  Tyler signed appreciatively.

	“Tyler, is your juice going to come out?” she asked him.  

	“It will pretty soon, Laura.”

	She smiled at him, a real smile from jaw to jaw.  “Can I take off my gown?”

	Tyler nodded.  The eight year old stood and quickly slipped out of her hospital gown, revealing her smooth, young body.  Kneeling back down, she resumed touching his penis.  “I like feeling the juice on my chest,” she explained, somewhat embarrassed.

	Tyler only smiled at her.  Soon, Laura’s stroking hands had the desired effect.  Tyler released a long moan as his body tensed up.  Recognizing the impending orgasm, Laura quickened her strokes and pointed his erect penis at her flat chest.  Tyler didn’t disappoint her as his penis issued a forceful burst of hot semen that seared the little girl’s flat chest.  The eight year old milked his weeping erection for all it was worth, the smile never disappearing from her face as he ejaculated on her immature body.

	When it was finally over, Laura grabbed the ever-handy washcloth and wiped herself off.  Then, without a trace of hesitation or shyness, she climbed back onto the couch and curled up next to Tyler.

	“Thank you, Laura,” he told her, wrapping an arm around the little girl as she cuddled with him.  “That was wonderful.”

	The scene faded out and Dr Schlessinger appeared onscreen again.  “As you can see, the subject successfully re-established her trust with a male.  A similar encounter occurred again on each day of the subject’s stay at the clinic.  Upon returning to school, the subject teacher noticed a marked improvement.  Grades and behavior were positively affected.  The subject’s mother also reports marked improvement with male family members as well as strangers.”

	Dr Watson stopped the tape at that point.  The students were silent, still digesting what they had seen.  “Any questions?” Dr Watson asked.

	One student raised his hand.  “So your treatment basically consists of transforming little girls into sluts?” he asked uncompromisingly.  

	“Not at all,” Dr Watson replied coolly.  “Laura hasn’t had any other sexual encounters that we know of.  She and Tyler are friends now but no more.  Laura only had to understand that sexual activity was not responsible for her father’s abandonment, and that her curiosity with male anatomy was natural, not wrong or wicked.”

	Another student spoke.  “But wouldn’t you agree that Laura has an elevated risk of becoming sexually promiscuous?”

	“No,” Dr Watson said.  “I only believe she has a better understanding of the human body and sexual relations.  The knowledge does not imply action.”

	Waves of assent and dissent swept through the group.  “This concludes today’s presentation,” Dr Watson told the class.  The students rose and began to gather their belongings.  “Tomorrow we will cover another case study.”



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