"Well, you know," Nick explained. "Effeminate twinks like you. Frankly, your kind really gives me the creeps, acting like total sissy fembois. With all those tight revealing clothes, piercings, smooth skin, and longish hair, sometimes I think a girl is looking at me ... but no, it's one of you guys." He paused, allowing the change to happen, then asked "William, how old are you anyway?"
"Fifteen," the young twink said. He was just as Nick described. Lithe, smooth-skinned, and wearing a skin-tight bare-midriff tank top and a pair of tight hot pants. As the boy stood up from the desk, his navel piercing was very noticeable. And also just like Nick said, William's hair looked more like that of an emo than a professional psychiatrist. Was he even a shrink anymore? Probably not, given that he was now only fifteen. "And pleath, call me Willy," he lisped.
"Oh, okay, Willy," Nick said. He looked towards the desk nameplate again, seeing that once more, the name had changed. Apparently, the new therapist's name was Susan Mitchell. Back to a woman, huh? It was so interesting how reality kept on bringing in yet another therapist, instead of turning this office into something else, like a law office, or an accountant office, or something.
"Tho ..." Willy began, trying to break the silence.
"Does your mom know you're in here?" Nick asked.
"My mom?"
"Yeah. Candy is your mom, right?" Nick asked, as William's name changed from William Rutherford to William (Willy) Russell, making him Candy's teenage son.
"Yeah," Willy said, his memories telling him that Candy was his mother.
"So does she mind you being in here?" Nick asked.
"Actually, I think maybe we thould go back outthide in the waiting area," Willy said, heading towards the door and walking like a total girl, hips swaying from side to side and hands hanging limply from his wrists. What a total sissy boy! Completely different compared to the man William used to be.
They left the office, causing Candy to look over at them. "Willy, what are you doing in there?" she scolded her son.
"Thorry, Mom. I wath jutht talking with Nick here and ..."
"Just feel lucky that Dr. Mitchell isn't here yet. If she caught you in her office ..."
"Mom, I thaid I wath thorry," Willy said.
Nick looked over and saw two people sitting on the chairs in the waiting room. They were a boy and a girl, looking like maybe 17 or 18 years old, and they were arguing about something. Listening in, he overheard them enough to deduce that the girl was here for a therapy session with Dr. Mitchell and her boyfriend came along (reluctantly) for support. Apparently, he'd rather be out with his jock buddies than with here with her, which was making her mad, of course.
He wondered how he could change reality again.
