This choice: You wouldn't describe Dr. Winters as looking at all professional • Go Back...Chapter #4Julie Winters by: SonicV   “Uhh,” that’s really the best sentence you can form right now. When you think “Shrink” you envision some stuffy, stuck up type in a business suit with glasses who seems to be only interested in nodding a lot without actually saying anything, or maybe someone dressed a tad more casually who tries to act like you are best friends from the moment you first walk. Dr. Winters however didn’t fit either of those descriptions at all…though you could definitely say that she dressed casually.
A very ratty looking white midriff covered such large and round breasts, and its tiny shoulder straps showed no evidence of a bra. She was also wearing jeans, but these had to be the most bizarre pair you have ever seen as when they reach the top of her thighs, big holes suddenly form, leaving equally small straps to come up and connect only to the section with the loops for her belt. These means her hips and crotch are completely exposed, covered only by a black thong and fishnet covering all of her hips.
“Something wrong?” Julie asked, already having a very good idea for the cause of your sudden silence. Fortunately, you managed to snap yourself out of it shortly after hearing her voice, and thus actually managed to look up at her face. It was quite a pretty face, all natural to, with not even a hint of makeup in sight. You’ve always had a thing for naturally good looking girls. Dr. Winters also had the biggest ponytail you had ever seen, done up in her blond hair. Really, the only flaw you notice right away is that her she's got a kind of pudgy stomach, but even that doesn't detract from her beauty. Finishing your admiring, you finally answered her “Uh, no. Thanks,” and made your way over to the couch.
As you take your seat, you realize just how much less you knew to do right now. Dr. Winter’s very appearance had shattered your expectations. Who knew Psychiatrists could dress this way? Trying to get some semblance of normalcy back, you said this “So um, you went to college with my mom?”
“We had a couple of classes together. I let her copy my answers, and other days I’d copy hers, it was a beneficial arrangement.” She answered, cracking a little smile. That actually got a very brief chuckle out of you, and all of a sudden, you felt kind of good about being here…for about three seconds. Julie put a stop to all that with just one question, “So, how are you feeling?”
“Oh boy, here it comes.” You groaned inside your head. Running your hands down your cheek, you pushed aside your frustration to at least answer the doctor “Look, my mom probably told you I was in a real bad place emotionally, right?” She nodded in response “Yeah, plus I also looked up what’s been happening to you. I can’t say I’m surprised; something like this would get anybody depressed.”
“But I’m not depressed.” You tell her, already sure she’ll spit out the next cliché “Denial is always the first stage.” Before she could though, you kept talking “Look, I know what’s going to happen to me, but I’m not sad. There’s not fighting what’s happening to me, so why should I get upset over it. Everybody dies at some point. Sure, I was hoping my time would come sooner than later, but if there’s nothing that can be done to save me, then that’s that. All I want to do is enjoy the time I have left, not waste it by moping around like a moron.”
“So, you don’t even feel a little sad?” that’s what Doctor Winters asked you, now making you wonder how exactly you just screwed yourself. Did that make you sound emotionally unstable or more like a cold robot with no emotions? You could already count how many more meds or sessions she was going to prescribe, but before that, you at least answered her question “A little, sure, but like I said, why should I dwell on it?”
Taking another look at you, Julie then scribbled something else down on her notepad. You fought down such a strong urge to groan in frustration, but that was when caught you by surprise “I don’t look like a psychiatrist, do I?” She took your sudden jump as her que to smirk again, and keep talking “To tell you the truth, I used to be a social worker.”
“Why?” you asked, not sure why someone apparently her kind of education experience would get a career like that. “I don’t know. When I graduated, I just felt this weird compulsion to help out anybody less fortunate or just a couple dollars away from being homeless. It was alright, but after a while, it didn’t feel like I was doing enough. Fortunately, that’s when my degree came in handy.”
“Smart move.” You responded, finding yourself feeling a little better about being here. It was kind of hard to put your finger on, but something about Julie was making you feel, well, kinda good, which all and all was a lot better than feeling indifferent.
“Well, I’m smart enough to see that there’s nothing wrong you.” That definitely got your spirits up, and then you saw Julie just toss away her notepad. Kicking her shoes off, this odd but very smart psychiatrist told you “So, I’m guessing your ride’s not coming back any time soon. What do you want to talk about?”
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