Leading Bridget

[BLACK BART]

Jeff had enjoyed the evening and the meal, the presence of Bridget a pleasant surprise and more than off setting the disappointment of the earlier show...and he sipped his own refilled glass as he considered her request, knowing the line was about to be crossed...

"There's not much to tell actually...I set out to be a Doctor, trying to find the american dream...married my college sweetheart in my third year and after grauduating bought a house in the suburbs and set up practice. Everything seemed to going along just fine, my wife was pregnant...the small town supported me and my practice was growing...I had the pleasure of delivering what I thought was my own daughter...."

He stopped, wondering just why he was sharing his life story with a person who either forget what he said the next day...or possibly spread it over the campus...and then mentally shrugged as he realized he could simply command her to forget it all if need be....

"Long story short..***** wasn't as perfect as I thought...my wife had found a lover as I worked through med school and the child wasn't mine....we parted and I closed the practice...From there I immersed myself in research and furthered my degrees...eventually choosing the advanced development program of this University..."

He quieted then, the retelling of his past life making him reflect how different things could have been....and mentally shrugged as he accepted the fact he couldn't change things...

"Que sera, sera...as they say...right?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Bridget listened and felt something new spring in her subconscious. . .her Doctor was human. She reached over and squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry that happened.” The touch surprised her, even though she’d been the one to offer it. Bridget pulled her hand back and settled it on her lap. She wondered how she could diffuse the now deeply tense situation. It was always hard to turn the evening back to joyous times, after finding something depressing to talk about.

She bit on her lower lip as she tried to think of a way to put the smiles back into the evening. Her eyes glanced around and she spied the answer to her prayers. “Good eats and good games,” she said, standing up and taking her companion’s hand. This time she held it while she led him through the tables, most empty or emptying.

“You were hiding the best for last, weren’t you?” she winked as she pushed through a pair of grapevined etched double doors. Inside the dimly lit room was what Bridget assumed was a private sanctuary for parties. A pool table sat in the center, a few tables littered the wall and a jute box sat quiet in a corner. Other than that, the room was empty.

“Game? Or Dance?” she asked, and then realized she still held him. “A game of pool would be safer,” she whispered and headed over to the rack where she picked out a stick for herself and Jeff.

“I suck, but I enjoy sucking and that makes the game more fun. Laughing at yourself.”

Bridget didn’t think that had she said something like that before it would have been a lie. Before, she hated laughing at herself. She abhorred it and only did it to stifle the sting of others who were cruel. She knew it was her Doctor that had changed her and the sessions, she couldn’t remember, but she didn’t care. She was trusting him and for the first time in a long time, she was happy to do so.

 

[BLACK BART]

"I haven't played in ages either"

Jeff smiled and racked the balls, then rolled the white cue across the green felt to Bridget.

"Should we place a friendly wager to keep it interesting Bridget?"

He teased and admired her form as she leaned over to "break".

"Nice rack"

He complimented after Bridget broke the balls smoothly...

"Nice BREAK, you mean?"

Bridget queried as she set herself for the next shot.

"No" He smiled and teased, his eyes meeting hers...."Rack"

Grinning he watched Bridget blush and she shot, the ball missing the corner by a fraction and her lips pouting as he moved to his first shot of the game.

"Now about our bet....lets say loser gives the winner a massage?"

He waited until she considered and agreed with a smile to make his own shot, then a second, to miss on the third...

"I was about to accuse you of being a shark."

Bridget smiled and teased back, then frowned as she realised she had a difficult shot...

"I've played a bit but I'm no pro...Can I help you with that one?"

He offered and moved behind her, his arms going around her to touch her hand as he pressed his body to her firm backside...

"Place your stick like so and hit the ball hard...and low..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Bridget took a deep breath. She shivered and felt the hairs on her neck rise as well as a million goose bumps. “Sure,” she whispered, allowing the Doctor to press against her and show her how to angle her shot. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’d been unaffected by heated glances and appraising looks lately, but now she was affected in a way she had a hard time ignoring. Something was wrong. . .she licked her lips and tried to keep her body from rubbing up against Jeff’s. She failed.

In her nervous shifting, her ass rubbed provocatively against his crotch and she felt the evidence of his sex against her. She closed her eyes and moved a scant meter away, giving them both a little space. When she pulled the stick back and hit the cue, she was amazed the ball went in. She turned around and found herself face to face with her Doctor. . .a man that was anything but the professional she was seeing on a weekly basis. “Thanks,” she told him, her voice breathy.

Her glance moved from his eyes and down to his lips. She blinked and then slipped under his arm, fleeing from the hunger she was afraid reflected in her eyes. Her next shot went wide and she headed over to the jute box to punch in some twangy country song, in hopes to drive out the unexpected desire that had reared its head.

Taking a series of deep breaths, she squared her shoulders and moved back to the table. “You’re quite a good teacher,” she told him as she watched him stalk the table. She wondered what it would be like to be stalked like that. Or to be taken on the green velvet. Her body spread. She coughed and mentally gave herself a shake.

 

[BLACK BART]

"It's the student that defines the success of her student"

Jeff paused before his next shot and looked to Bridget, then gently tapped the ball into the pocket.

In three quick strokes he cleared the table of his colors, finding the eight ball hidden behind two of her own and smiling as she looked at him curiously...

"In trusting and learning from him, she will one day exceed even his expectations"

Hopping the ball he watched the white cue ball carress it's counterpart, the eight ball disappearing into the pocket as he lifted his eyes to meet Bridgets again...

"Double or nothing Bridget...I'll give you two balls and more lessons?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Bridget watched the ball slide lazily into the pocket and then her eyes met Jeff’s. His words caressed her and she knew a blush was becoming second nature to her whenever he glanced her way. She licked her lips and began to set them up for another game, taking two solids out and claiming them as her freebies.

The young woman in her told her she was playing with fire, the new Bridget told her to go with the flow and see what happens. After all Jeff wasn’t her doctor tonight, he was just a man she was spending a few hours with, nothing more or less. . . until he was ready to collect his bet, if he won again.

“Double or nothing? So two massages then or something else?”

She looked back at him and then closed the distance between them. “You can break.”

Bridget noticed someone enter the room, and in their hands, the bottle of wine and two clean glasses could be found. She smiled and walked over, took the offerings and thanked the young man. All three were set on a table and she poured both of them a glass. Just as she picked hers up, she heard Jeff’s shot break the balls and send them spiraling across the velvet.

 

[BLACK BART]

"One massage...The loser giving it nude and anyway the winner desires"

Jeff returned and drove his stick forward, the missing balls making the rack split wildly and half a dozen balls disappear from the table...

"Two solid, four stripes....evens the odds, don't you think?"

He smiled softly and let his eyes roam up and down her as he drank his wine,then set it aside to take his next shot....

"Maybe you planned it that way...hun?"

He suggested softly and carressed the cue with his stick....to watch it nudge his fifth ball into the side pocket and position him nicely for the next...

"Nice choice in wine"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Bridget choked on her wine. Her eyes growing wider in their sockets, and taking on that familiar “Deer in the headlights look.” She watched him take another shot and line up for another that she knew would slip into its leather ribbed home.

“I planned it?” she asked, laughing to herself. “Nooooo. . . I was honest. I haven’t played in a long time and when I have played I sucked. . .you on the other hand have either played a lot more, or were good in your . . . younger days.” She smirked.

She watched him move into position to take possession of the seventh ball that he wanted to sink in. Bridget held her breath, not sure if she was hoping he’d make the shot, or miss it. When he missed, she sighed, from disappointment or relief, she wasn’t even sure of that either.

Her shots followed, sinking one, but sending the other wide of its mark and tapping his last stripe into a spot that would be to his advantage. “A naked massage and winner's choice on how it was done. . . I hope you can pencil me in. . . my back is sore and so are my feet.”

She sipped her wine and her smile was easily read through her eyes. When had she stopped seeing him as something other than an invading force that could ruin or help her life. . .right now he was certainly helping it.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jeff tapped the sitting duck in and watched the cue pedal backwards to sit where he hoped it would...

Turning his head to see Bridget smiling at him and bearing no ill will as he sank the eighth and final ball...

"Darts maybe?"

He smiled in return and finished his own glass, then laughed as Bridget rolled her eyes and shook her head...

"I'm in over my head the way it is...aren't I...what else can I lose?"

Lifting an eyebrow Jeff smirked and felt his groin stir, the privacy in the game room just enough to make him bold and the wine just strong enough to make him foolish...

"Why don't we just skip the games then...and go get a room?"

He spoke carefully and let his eyes undress the woman in front of him...to watch her face blush and then go pale...

"You...you forgot to make an appointment Doctor....How about you call me in the morning when I have my date book...and I'll pencil you in?"

It was lame...Jeff knew it and felt the sting of her words, and yet he grinned politely enough and checked his watch for the time...

"You're right...it's late and we both have places to be in the morning...lets get our coats and I'll get you home..."

And he did....dropping her off at the corner and exchanging polite good nights...to return to his own place and head immediately into the shower....and work off his frustrations with his eyes closed and Bridget's bent over form in his mind...to drop into his own bed still frustrated...and thinking ahead of the next session..

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Bridget darted into her dorm room, shut the door and flung herself on the bed. The old Bridget would have grabbed a cigarette, and a drink after pulling the cop out that she’d pulled. . .but then again the old Bridget wouldn’t have been out on a date with her Doctor. She rolled over and buried her head in her pillow, then screamed as loud as she could, throwing the soft plush object into a wall.

She moved to her back, laid her hands on her belly and toyed with the pineapple trim. Her mind ran in all directions. Why had she agreed to dinner in the first place? The movie. . .everything went great there. There was no touching. . .Hell, they could barely see each other, let alone speak to one another, since they were in a theater. She wiped at a tear that flowed down her cheek and tried not to remember the brief flash of annoyance on Jeff’s face. She owed him an apology, but how could she face him?

She couldn’t.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The following Tuesday arrived and Bridget stared at the clock. She was fifteen minutes late for her appointment with Jeff. She rolled her eyes. . .she couldn’t even think of him as Doc anymore. She placed her head on the top of the wooden slab and cursed. “Jeff. . .” His name fell from her lips and she pushed herself away from the desk.

She still felt confident in her appearance, sure of her self, and she’d not touched a single drop of liquor, nor smoked a cigarette, yet she still sat there, fighting the urge to go to Jeff and apologize for her freaking out. He hadn’t cured that had he, she told herself. It was with that thought she got angry and picked up her purse, then ran across campus toward his office.

Without a thought as to what he’d say to her when she walked into his office, she stepped in and slammed the door shut, stared at him, behind his desk and then launched into all she’d been thinking on the way over.

“Saturday was your fault! You didn’t program me right! I don’t know how or why I am changing, except it is your fault! But you fucked up! You forgot to change all of me! You can’t have this,” she swept her hands down her body, now covered in a pair of dark jeans and a sleek sweater that hugged her breast, “if you only pick and choose what you want! You wouldn’t have wanted to do any of those things with me if I had been the old Bridget, so if you want to fuck some Barbie Doll you’ve copied, then you have to program all of her, not just a few things.”

She turned to leave, her hand on the door when she heard him move from his desk and closer to her. She paused, wanting to leave and just as she decided she was walking out, she heard one word. . .

“Hydrant.”

He was there to hold her as she slipped into a deep and restful sleep.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jeff had no other choice.

In his mind he was justified in not letting Bridget rush out of the room in the state of mind she was currently in.

She could destroy the advances they had made so quickly by blurting out thier research to another friend, or worse, get herself hurt as she ran across the campus roads not watching for the speeding traffic...

Lifting her easily in his arms he let his eyes roam up and down her body, feeling the desire to strip her and have his way with her lush body grow with each step, his cock swelling as he gently placed her body on the couch and moved his hands to her breasts....

"NO, Not like this..."

He groaned and stepped back, knowing he was minutes away from destroying his hard earned career and titles...that for fifteen minutes of pleasure he would spend the next fifteen years behing bars...

"I could erase her memories..after?"

He fought his desires and shook the thought away...

"IF only she wanted me...."

And it was then her own words came to his mind again...and he smiled...

"She wants me to program her...so I will...she wants to be a succesfull Veternarian, so she will be as well...and she wants to be a social butterfly...so I'll give her wings..."

****** ****** ******​

"Bridget, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Doctor"

"Bridget...today we're going to work on creating another personality for you..one that will only appear when you hear ME speak the word..."Butterfly"...."

Doctor Diamond grinned as his star student responded obediantly and he began to describe her new and dual personality...

"Her name will be Carmen...and she will be a wanton slut...willing to do anything to please her teacher..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

“Yes, Doctor.”

Bridget spoke the words without thought or feeling. Her voice low and monotone. No emotion showed in her features, nor in her body. She was still as she sat on the couch and “listened” to her Doctor.

“Very good. Now think back to Saturday night. Remember how much fun we had. Watching that terribly made movie.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“We left early. Had dinner and then played a couple games of pool.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Do you remember what happened after that?”

“I lost a bet.”

“There was no bet, Bridget. We just played two games of pool and then I took you home. That is what happened. There was no bet. You will have no memory of a bet. You will remember our movie, our dinner, our game of pool, but there was no bet. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Now, what did we do Saturday night?”

“We saw a movie together. Ate Dinner. Played pool. We had a good time. You took me home.”

“Wonderful Bridget. . .”

Jeff counted and Bridget smiled warmly at him. "You know Doc. . .if I ever leave her in anything but a good mood. . .I'm gonna have to request those tapes."

She rose to leave. "Thanks for the movie, dinner, and the lessons in pool. It was a lot of fun, and maybe if you can manage to keep us both out of trouble, we can do it again. This time though we should put some money on the game." Her grin was wide and infectious as she picked up her purse and readied herself to leave.

 

[BLACK BART]

"It was fun"

Jeff returned and watched Bridget move to the door.

"And we could go this next weekend, to another show? I hear it's rated five star, though the title of it is lame sounding.."

"What's the name of it?"

"Kiss of a Butterfly..."

Jeff responded and watched carefully as the woman in front of him quickly changed...

"Hey Doc...how's it hangin?"

"Hello Carmen...How are you?"

"Pretty good Doc, but needing somethin...."

Her eyes smiled at him as she licked her lips and moved a hand under her pants..

"And what might that be Carmen?"

Jeff played the game and watched her hand disappear, the movement inside her pants telling him she was fingering herself....

"Cock.....Doc....got any?"

She grinned at the pun and then pursed her lips into a perfect O

"For you baby...quite soon"

Jeff promised and smiled evilly...

"But first you're going shopping at that strip mall on tenth street...there's a leather shop that has the wildest outfits and I want to see you in them"

"Give me money sugar daddy..."

Jeff smiled and dipped into his pocket, dropping a wad of hundreds into her hands...

"Carmen...After you find those outfits...Go home, put them in a safe place... and get a good nights sleep...when you wake Bridget will be back...and she will lead you back to me...understand baby?"

"Sure thing Doc...next time you see me...I get cock?"

It was the same outfit that walked out the door...but the woman inside of it had changed...her eyes shining as she knew Jeff was watching....her ass swaying erotically across the room as she moved to the door...to pause and blow him a kiss...

"See you soon baby"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmen felt the heat of the Doctor’s gaze on her ass as she showed herself out and bounded down the steps. Her eyes drank in a jock, one that had never paid her much attention. “Hey doll,” she said with a wave and a wink, before lifting her palm and throwing him a kiss.

“Hello.”

“Want to help me pick out some new clothes.” She closed the distance between them, and wrapped her arm around his thick biceps. “Mmm. . .very nice. I’m heading to a leather shop on tenth. You can enjoy the show. . . I might even let ya touch.”

“What’s your name?”

Carmen pressed her tit against his arm. “Carmen. . .it’s a nice name, don’t ya think?”

“A lovely name. Mines. . .”

“Ohhh I don’t need to know your name, baby. I just need your opinion. See, I’m a slut. A naughty, dirty, slut and I’m supposed to spend all this money,” she pulled the wad of cash from her pocket and showed it to the man, “on something nasty enough to make my Doc come all up inside me.”

“Sounds like we have our work cut out for us.”

She felt his hand wrap around her waist as they rounded the corner and proceeded to the parking lot. “You want me to drive?” the jock asked.

“Yeah. You drive and I’ll play,” she winked, as her tongue ran across her lips. “Where’s your car?”

“The red camero.”

“Beautiful,” she whispered, sending him another kiss. “Automatic or Stick? I prefer Sticks. . they're a lot of fun to wrap your hands around and slide into gear. Tell me baby. You’ve got a Stick, right?”

 

[BLACK BART]

Jeff should have known better. As a Doctor of Psychology he should have expected something would happen...

The first hint it had was when Bridget arrived early to thier session, the second being the scowl on her face and the anger in her eyes...

The last and perhaps greatest warning was the calm way she took a seat...and spoke the foreboding words...

"Ask me how my week went Doctor"

"All right Bridget..how did it go?"

He replied smoothly and braced himself for the blast...

"Most of it went pretty good, that I remember...I was a bit sore for a few days but wrote it off to the new exercise routine I've been doing at the gym...I even had a few boys approach me and ask me out for a date....my grades have been holding...though something odd did happen that I wonder if you might help to explain...if you could?"

It was odd...Bridget sitting cool and collected, telling her past few days experiences and acting as if nothing were the matter...and yet the vibrations Jeff was getting from her screamed something was about to happen...

"And what might that be Bridget?"

He took the bait and watched with wary eyes as she stood...then turned, her hands moving to the front of her body and a mettalic ringing sound coming to his ears...

"THIS"

Bridget spoke the words over her shoulder, her body bending as she dropped her jeans and panties to her knees...to display her firm buttocks with two words freshly tatooed on them...

Wild Thing

"Take a good look Doctor...and tell me...is there something I should know about...that I don't?"

Jeff snapped his mouth shut and turned his eyes, the blazing letters across her buttocks letting his own imagination run wild...and his blood run cold....

"Put your pants on and sit down Bridget, and we'll get to the bottom of this"

"That's what I'm afraid of...that someone has already gotten to my bottom"

Bridget snapped at him and pulled her jeans back up, then sitting down to glare at him...

"Now what do you have to say...Doctor?"

"Hydrant"

Jeff sighed as Bridget slumped back in a relaxed pose and moved to the outer door to lock it...

"Bridget...I want you to relax and fall into a deep and peaceful sleep..."

"Yes Doctor"

"Very good"

He complimented and watched as she did just that...

"Butterfly"

"Hey Doc...time for cock?"

Jeff sighed as Briget's body sat upright and thrust her chest out...and Carmen looked at him...

"Carmen....you've been very, very bad....But before I punish you I want you to tell me everything that happened after you left my office...right up to the time you fell asleep in Bridget's bed..."

"Sure do Doc....well to start with.....

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmen sighed, leaning back onto the couch and then moving to lay down, propping one hand under her head and the other toyed with her jeans. “I went to that leather shop. I needed a ride and there was this guy outside of the building here.” She pulled a pack of gum from her pocket and popped a piece in her mouth. “He drives a Camero. His name was Tim. . .” She purred as her fingernails trailed under her shirt.

“This is gonna make me hot Doc. I hope you're ready.”

She licked her lips. “Tim loved that shop. He came back to the dressing room with me and helped me make sure each one I bought fit me just right, when your money ran out, he offered to let me use his credit card. There was a catch though. . .Mmmm,” Her hand pushed its way into her bra.

“I told you when I left, I needed cock, Doc. He was very willing to help me out. I sucked him off, swallowed his cream and earned two new outfits and shoes.”

She pinched her nipples and moaned; her lids fluttered closed. “But it was early so he told me about a place where we could hang out, toss back a few and enjoy some good eats. . .and weed. Good shit. . .Bridget is soooo missing out. I should have been brought out a long time ago. She'd have had a lot of fun. We smoked and drank, eventually Timmy got me to model my clothes for him and a couple of his friends.”

Her hand left her tits and moved to her slacks. “There were three of them. . .three gorgeous jocks, three massive hard ons. . . funny I still wanted cock. Thank God there were three willing ones there for me. Your little Carmen got all her holes filled. I had come sliding out of my ass and my cunt. You'd have been proud though. . .I swallowed the guy that shot into my mouth. Bridget's gotta taste come Doc. . .its addictive.”

“We then went to a club just a few miles outside of town. Bikers, dancers. . .more weed. . .there was a guy there, covered beautifully with all these delicious naked sluts on his arms. I was entranced. We fucked and then I got that tattoo for free.”

She undid her pants and toyed with her pussy. “Doc. . .I told you what I did. . .I get cock now, don't I? Oh. . . and when you talk to Bridget, you should tell her. . .she didn't have any birth control in her purse and the fellas didn't have any either.”

 

[BLACK BART]

"Butterfly"

Jeff stared in horror at what he had created and realized as Carmen slumped on her chair he had gotten exactly what he wanted...a wanton slut...

But his idea had been to get himself laid....not every man Carmen had come into contact with...

"God have I fucked up"

That much was blatantly obvious, but what wasn't....was how he was going to get himself out of all of it...

"Carmen, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Doctor"

"Carmen from this minute forward the only man that gets to fuck you is me, do you understand? "

"Yes, Doctor"

"Carmen, from this minute forward you will NOT try to seduce any man, woman or animal...do you understand?"

"Yes, Doctor"

"Carmen, from this minute forward we're redefining what you. You are no longer a wanton slut...but an erotic and obediant fuck toy...My fuck toy, do you understand?"

"Yes, Doctor"

"Good, Now Carmen you're going to take a nice long nap at the count of 3....One, two...three"

Sighing deeply Jeff knew it was going to be a long night....It took him a half hour on the phone to find a tatooist that would remove a fresh tatoo and guarntee thier work...then another ten minutes to program Bridget so she would appear awake and compliant...and another three hours before the job was done...

Returning to his office it took another hour to rearrange the sequence of events with Bridget and to implant the idea in her head there had been a tatoo...but of a temporary kind...

And as she woke to look at him and then the clock he smiled...

"Bridget, perhaps it might be best if we began to meet more frequently...for a week or two at the most, then we can go back to the once weekly schedule..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Bridget looked at her watch and then the clock on the wall, back to the doctor and over to her watch and the clock again. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at the man she had trusted over the past few weeks. She swallowed, fear showing in her eyes, as well in how her body suddenly tensed. Her lower lip shook as she tried to hold onto a slim straw of reasoning. “Why?” she whispered, wondering what had happened to her that would warrant not only increased psychological time, but had taken her trusting Doctor over four. . .almost five hours to fix.

“What did I do?” she asked, feeling a vise wrapping around her chest. Her breath became ragged and she knew she was about to panic.

Jeff took her hands and talked calmly to her. She still trusted him, unknowing that the feeling had been ingrained into her from the first meeting. “I’m scared. This has never happened. . .I mean I’m here for an hour and then I leave. . .but what did I tell you that would keep me here for so long. What did I do?”

The questions was repeated, not only to Jeff, but inside her head as she tried to remain the level headed woman she was before she walked in five hours ago. She pulled her hands from Jeff’s and reached around to touch her skin. She winced wondering why she felt pain where her temporary tattoo had been. She remembered she and a couple of girl friends had gone out to a club and had decided to dress up their skin for the night. But she didn’t think those things hurt when you removed them. . . then again she never had dolled up her body before.

“What have I done? Why were those guys asking me out?”

Not once did she blame her Doctor. . .after all trust was something one earned and Jeff had done nothing to Bridget that would make him not trust her.

 

[BLACK BART]

"The tattoo was a permanent one and had a vulgar intent on it, I took it upon myself to take you to another shop and have it removed."

Jeff explained gently and sighed, his conciense chastising him for the things he had set into motion and now hid from his star pupil.

"And it seems you've become a bit of a sensation on campus, the changes in you having attracted the attention of the male students...I delved a bit deeper into your psychic to discover some disturbing truths... Things that in my proffesional opinion need immediate attention..."

He continued, each sentence spoken in truth...even if slightly disjointed....

"I'm afraid I brought those attentions on you Bridget, our night out was innocent, but not unnoticed..."

He alluded, hoping she would assume the evening over the pool table had triggered certain things...and left the sentence unfinished...

"If the rumors persist I have a plan to stop them...nothing dangerous I assure you...but quite effective...I'm hoping with your permission, of course...that you let me try an experiment with you...and create another personality?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Bridget’s eyes grew wide as she listened to her Doctor. “I don’t understand.” She shifted on her seat, the first time she’d done such a thing since she’d left the Doctor’s office after her second visit. She felt her body tense and knew she was reverting to the women she had been before.

“We just watched a movie, had dinner and played pool. . .but what did I do to make myself want a tattoo? Or gain the attentions of boys? I mean. . . I’ve changed. I know it is you that did that. I mean I can understand if boys were asking me out because I am dressing different, working out and my body is changing. . .but . . . none of that tells me why I would go get a tattoo.”

She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “And a new personality? Like what? . . .and what do you mean Another? Did you already make one for me and screw it up?” Tears welled up in her eyes as she buried her head against her knees. “You said you were going to help me...”

Bridget could feel herself trembling as the thoughts and feelings that her Doctor had pushed into her subconscious began to slowly unwind. “Am I going to lose myself?” she whispered. “I’m a good student. I really want to be a Vet. . .you didn’t fuck me up so bad. . .I won’t be normal did you?”

"Tell me how to unprogram myself, so if you fuck up I can find someone to fix me." Her voice was shaky, but her words demanded he help her, or she would run and even Bridget didn't know where or who she would run too.

 

[BLACK BART]

"I can't"

Jeff admitted after thinking her request over.

"This isn't established procedure we're working with, even one simple word can affect your character adversely...and in ways I never thought possible."

Jeff met Bridget's eyes and held them, his own begging her not to run and hide as she might have done as the "old" Bridget....

"I've been honest with you to a point Bridget, nothing I've done has been with the intent to hurt or humiliate you...You need to decide to either continue trusting me...or to do one final session in which I shape your character exactly as YOU want it...and I then place you into the care of another Doctor....one less qualified...but at least you'll be away from me..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Bridget stared at him for a long time. The silence seemed to fill the room. “I don’t want another Doctor, Jeff.” She was startled by the use of his name, as well as the calmness in her voice. The idea of him leading her down some path and then abandoning her was anything but calming. Yet, the fact that he was willing to step away from her, showed that he admitted he’d done something unethical, but was trying to fix it.

“This person. . .I don’t understand exactly what you’ve done, but I assume whatever it is, that I did things I shouldn’t have done, harming myself without knowing it. . .I don’t want just programed and then let loose to someone that could fuck me up even more.”

She leaned back and crossed her arms. “You want to create another personality, yet I wasn’t aware you’d created one. . .can’t I just be one person? Doctor, I don’t know why I am still trusting you, unless that too was something you implanted in my head. But if only you can fix me, then I guess I have no choice do I? Go ahead...”

She was scared though. He hadn’t programmed her not be worry or be fretful. Secretly she wondered if it wasn’t time to insist on the tape recordings of their sessions, or perhaps she should confess to someone that she was seeing a psychologist.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Hydrant"​

Jeff used the word as he watched Bridget, knowing she was sincere in her wishes, and that this time...was his last chance...and that despite her confessed confidence in him Bridget hadn't offered much to change of her personality...simply not to be "fucked up"

"Bridget, can you hear me?"

"Yes Doctor"

"Good. You're going to merge with your other personality, but you will continue to be the dominant and reasonable force, do you remember the name of your other personality and can you tell me it?"

"Yes Doctor, her name is Carmen..."

"Good. Carmen is your wild and free side Bridget, the woman you've always wanted to be. And can still be...the part of you that assures you every waking moment that you ARE beautiful...and desirable... She gives you the confidence you might lack when dealing with men...or women...and stops you from doubting yourself..."

Doctor Diamond spoke now, knowing Bridget deserved to be whole...and just one person, but a woman who could live confidently and enjoy her life...

"Bridget, you are the intelligent and reasonable half, able to feel emotion and control it, with the wisdom of when to let that emotion rule your decisions, as well as when not to...You grow stronger with your wild and free side, that strength helping you reach your goals...or overcome the occasional failure we all have...Your wisdom and strength are a part of you, just as your feelings are..."

He continued, his eyes on her lips and the desire to kiss them strong in his mind...and the knowledge that when she woke he might not have another chance making his heart ache...

"Carmen, can you hear me?"


"Yes Doctor"

"I'm going to kiss you Carmen, and when the kiss ends?. There will no longer be "a" Carmen....you will exist exactly as I explained to Bridget...as a part of her, a part that compliments her and gives her strength and in return gains the emotion and pleasures of a woman that you desire, at a time and pace that will let you continue to live an enjoyable and long life..."

He kissed her then, letting his lips brush hers, and linger...to taste and feel her lips for the first...and last time...

"Goodbye Carmen..."

His words were wistful, his face sad...and yet he felt peace inside himself, knowing he had done the righteous thing for Bridget and would be able to look her in the eyes...

"Bridget, when I count to three...you will wake...to find yourself...whole...."

"1"

"2"

"3"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Bridget sighed. Her eyes locking with her Doctor’s. Her fingers relaxed from the fist she was sure she’d made before she’d done whatever it was she did at her sessions with the Doctor. “Thank you,” she whispered, feeling for the first time since meeting the Doctor that morning, that something had gone right.

She licked her lips, noting a different taste on her tongue than was there before. She angled her head to one side and studied the man before her. “Did you like the other person?” she asked, suddenly curious as to what Jeff thought of her. “I mean. . .we had a good time at the movies, and dinner and pool. . .but was I not enough?”

Bridget felt confident as she sat across from him. “I’m not ugly. I’m not drinking or smoking. I’ve even lost ten pounds since meeting you. . . so why would you want someone not like me?”

If anyone besides the Doctor heard Bridget describing herself as good looking, healthy, confident, special... they would have been shocked, but for Bridget it was something that seemed obvious.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Like her?"

Jeff paused and thought about the now dead Carmen, and answered Bridgett after he found the answer inside him.

"I tried to create what I thought I wanted...and what would allow you the passion you seemed so afraid of...it was a terrible mistake on my part."

He grew quiet, reflecting on his now admitted mistake and the lesson he had learned from it...

"Enough Bridgett? When we kissed I wanted you, and yet we both knew it was wrong...You, my student...and I, your teacher...It would ruin your dreams and ambitions...Something I would never allow... I was a fool to think I could play God...and hope somehow...someday I can make it right"

As a man he had failed her, his own lust fooling him into thinking he could take what he wanted...but as a Doctor he would make it right...

"It's late...You have class in the morning and I have to straighten the rooms and put my records into order..."

Doctor Diamond spoke the obvious and his student nodded in return...

"We have one final session then, in a week...lets say..it will give it time for the changes to take effect and for you to be sure you're satisfied...at that point I'll erase the control words...and set you free"