This session at the psychologist is not what it seems like. It is not, believe me. He may seem like a laid-back nice guy, but, mark my words, he isn't... at all! What he does is outrageous and he should be punished for it. He listened to my weekly problems, then suggested a "relaxing trance". Nothing wrong with it until now, huh? After he got me in that trance, which was supposed to bring me relaxation and relieve stress, he started to do... things. Unimaginable things for a decent woman like myself. I won't even mention every detail, because it utterly disgusts me, but it involved freezing my body (just the body, not the mind) and making me undress so he can have better look over my boobs. It was so humiliating! He's just going on, making me strip my clothes, one by one while I was begging him to stop. He didn't stop until he had all the fun he wanted to have, and tried to erase my memory at the end of the session. It worked, but after a few hours I felt strange and begun to remember every nasty part of it! Bastard!