Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 02 Pt. 03

"Slow down and start from the beginning. Tell me everything. With as much detail as possible," Dr. White urged her, betraying none of the excitement she was feeling. Elizabeth paused, took another breath and nodded.

Elizabeth went over everything, from the start, Dr. White often ensuring she went into intense detail about what happened between Stacy and Ryan and what Elizabeth was feeling every step of the way. She knew it was her job as a therapist to do so, but it still hurt nonetheless. The married woman described the events leading up to the party, the party itself, at least as much as she could remember. And then she went into the days after that night. The awkward vibes she got both from Ryan, and then at work, all leading up to the events of today.

Elizabeth didn't hold back. It was all so raw and top of mind that she didn't think to hold it back, going through every gruesome detail. How Elizabeth figured it out. The confrontation with Stacy. And then... the final humiliation. History repeating itself. Her face getting dunked into a toilet for the third time in her life. She'd confronted the two biggest bullies of her life, and both encounters had ended with the other woman asserting her superiority and dunking her into a toilet. She went over every moment of it. The sensation. The humiliation. The awful things Stacy said. She relived it all, her chest shaking as she held back sobs, describing in excruciating detail her bully dunking her face into the toilet again and again and again. It was all bursting out of her, every humiliating moment, these feelings unable to be contained, the words pouring out. And it was only when she looked over at Dr. White that she realized she may have said too much.

The look on Dr. White's face would be burned into Elizabeth's memory forever. The doctor was clearly trying to be empathetic as she paid attention, listening to every word, but even someone as professional as her couldn't hide the slight hint of... disgust... at what she was hearing. The doctor was trying her best to be a good friend, but she could not hide her true feelings about what Elizabeth had allowed to happen to herself with barely a fight. Even her therapist was disgusted about what she'd let happen to her.

"I know it's bad," the wife cried out through tears. "I know it's insane! I tried to fight back, I did," she claimed, her words sounding weak even to her. She recalled something Dr. White had said in a previous appointment, that no one could be such a big loser as to lose their man twice in the same fashion. She needed assurances right now that she wasn't that low, that she wasn't that big of a loser. "I mean, I know what you're thinking, how could someone be such a loser as to let this happen..." she began, hoping the doctor would assure her otherwise.

But there was a pause... a long... pregnant pause. And it was enough to tell her everything. That look on Dr. White's face... it still betrayed her feelings of disgust... and it was enough to make the doctor's true thoughts clear.

Dr. White thought Stacy was a total fucking loser.

The doctor couldn't hide it. They'd always gotten along very well, at times seeming like friends, but all this story accomplished was her losing all respect in Dr. White's eyes. It was as if the doctor could see with clarity of vision that her patient was a hopeless cause, a waste of time. That letting herself endure this humiliation again was a point of no return in her eyes, that she was just a born loser meant for nothing better than the treatment she continually received. Whose sole purpose was to be broken down again and again by these evil, vicious and busty women for their own sick pleasure. At least that was what Elizabeth was projecting, and she hoped against hope that the doctor would still assure her otherwise, that she wasn't a loser in her eyes.

"It doesn't matter what I think," Dr. White said, demurring, clearly dodging the question. Elizabeth tried to justify it to herself, that the doctor was just keeping her true feelings out of it, but in truth, she was crushed. Crushed that she seemingly had lost the respect of someone she trusted. Crushed that the doctor would never look at her the same way.

Crushed that even her therapist thought that she was a complete loser.

'A fucking boring, flat-chested, loser.' Stacy's words echoed in her mind at this.

In that moment, Elizabeth felt the whole vibe of the appointment change. Dr. White had always been supportive and encouraging about the possibility of a happy future, but now, she was starting to back off that.

"Elizabeth..." she said patiently and slowly, as if preparing to have a hard conversation. "I feel truly terrible about what you've been forced to endure. No one should have to go through that. And I'm sorry that I perhaps underestimated the degree that this... Stacy... was so INCREDIBLE-y dangerous and AMAZING-ly threatening to your marriage. But that being said..." she paused for a moment, regathering herself, giving her patient a warm smile. "In light of what's happened, I think going forward, we're gonna have to confront some hard truths. So, perhaps there should be a little bit of a pivot in our goals here," she paused for a moment. "We began with you seeking me out to preserve your marriage... to protect it. And obviously, that went poorly. So, perhaps we need to step back. Reframe your goals. Clearly, there is something inherent to the core of the two major relationships you've been in that needs to be adjusted. That you tend to seek these sweeping, romantic, storybook relationships, like from a book you read as a child. And in the real world, perhaps these men you've been with truly need more than that. That they are adult men with very adult needs, stuff you would never find in any storybook. Stuff that a certain type of woman can give them, and you can't."

"So, perhaps before we start working to improve your relationships, we need to start with working to improve you," Dr. White continued, before wincing at her own wording. "Let me rephrase... not improve you, but to analyze you, get to the bottom of why these relationships keep cratering so spectacularly. Since they both ended the exact same way, we need to focus our work on examining the one constant in this equation. Yourself. What you bring to these relationships, what you are looking for, what you want them to be versus... what they need to be for them to work. I know this is a low moment for you, that your probably thinking of yourself like... what was it that Stacy made you call yourself?" she asked. Elizabeth looked away in shame before answering.

"A..." she paused. "A fucking boring, flat-chested loser."

"Right," she replied with a small smile. "So, I'm sure right now you do indeed feel like a FUCKING boring, flat-chested loser, as Stacy said," Dr. White began, putting a weird oomph as she repeated this, catching the married woman off-guard, making it almost sound like it was Dr. White joining Stacy in calling her this. "And those words will keep repeating in your head. Boring. Flat-chested. Loser. A fucking boring, very flat-chested loser..." she kept voicing these harsh words, clearly inadvertently, as it was part of her revisiting the events of the day. But by saying it over and over, it again almost made it seem like she was among the chorus of the mean, big-boobed girls from her younger years who took great pleasure in laughing at all the girls like her who were far less developed up top. Her wording made Elizabeth's eyes flick to the doctor's chest, catching in the hint of cleavage being exposed, and she suddenly realized for the first time that the doctor had quite large breasts, much larger than her own pathetic pair.

"I know this moment is raw, and painful, and you'll never be able to forget it. I know it isn't what you want to hear, but you will be thinking about what happened today, about what Stacy said and did to you... for the rest of your life!" Dr. White stated firmly. Elizabeth's heart sank with the knowledge that she would carry the events of the day with her for the rest of her days. "So, the only choice we have is to turn this moment into something positive. Motivation. A chance for improvement," Dr. White said, trying to spin this as a positive to a clearly skeptical Elizabeth. "I know it sounds crazy, but I mean it. Those words that she made you repeat... boring... flat-chested...loser... those words will be bouncing around your head for the rest of time. And for a while, you're going to believe them. So... treat those words as a mantra... a low moment to build from. Some motivation to move yourself beyond where you are at now to where you want to be, to the point where you can look at yourself and say that you're not a boring loser. Where you can look back at this moment down the road and marvel how far you've come." Dr. White sounded very confident about this approach, but Elizabeth was still visibly skeptical.

"Look..." the doctor continued. "We've talked in the past about your religious beliefs, so perhaps we need to take you getting your face getting dunked in that toilet as a sort of baptism, a chance for rebirth. You keep falling into these same repeating events, and we need to break that cycle. Build you up. Toughen you up. There's lots of great approaches I've read about for situations like these. You are not in an unescapable pit. There are so many great options we have. Hell... I don't know... we could try some role-play, where I play the role of your bully, and you're the victim, you're you..." she said, Elizabeth giving her a quizzical look about where this was going. The doctor saw her skepticism. "I'm just spit-balling here. But that's honestly a very viable option. It might be a bit... uncomfortable... for both you and me. You would have to endure this horrible treatment for the sake of improvement, and I would have to, uh... sacrifice some of my professionality... to really embody that role. To be cruel to you... for the sake of your treatment, of course. To be like Stacy and Kayla and call you boring. Call you a loser. Call you pathetically flat-chested," she said, each word stinging, even when used like this from her therapist. "But, here, in a controlled environment, without such major stakes, you could learn what it takes to finally overcome that kind of treatment. Build you up, no matter how long it takes, even if its weeks or months of this treatment, so when you again confront these situations head on, you don't fall into the same trap. Perhaps then we could finally train you to overcome these issues... to break that cycle. What do you think?"

Elizabeth suddenly looked at the doctor with new eyes, at least for a moment. Some of the things she said, her tone, some of her word choices... although she meant well, it almost reminded her of Stacy. And Kayla. And of course, she was quite beautiful, and clearly, as Elizabeth's eyes caught on the doctor's large breasts, she could match up physically to them as well. It was all inadvertent... but if she wanted to, she could occupy that role quite well. If she wanted to, she could be a bully. She could play that part. That if she hadn't chosen the road of therapy, of helping others, she could embody that role of a gorgeous, big-breasted mean girl quite well. It seemed like a far cry from the real her, as she was so kind and intelligent and empathetic. As crazy as it seemed on the surface, Elizabeth trusted the doctor's judgment that this could be an effective form of therapy. Thank goodness someone as brilliant as Dr. White was on her side, even at her lowest. But still, she was skeptical, the wound still so raw.

"I don't know..." Elizabeth replied. "That sounds kinda strange..." Dr. White winced slightly at this, as if she was insulted by her not being onboard. Fearful that she'd offended the one person who was trying to help her, she spoke out. "I mean... whatever you think's a good idea..." Elizabeth said, shrugging. Dr. White grinned.

"That's wonderful," Dr. White replied, clearly excited to hear this. "I'll start doing some more research on the subject and we'll get on that as soon as possible!"

An awkward silence fell between them. Elizabeth looked down at the carpet, and lost in her own thoughts, the full weight of what happened slowly began to worm back into her mind.

"Dr. White..." she began. "Do you think... do you think it's possible that Ryan will realize what he did was wrong? That he'll realize what he did and come back to me?"

"Did John?" Dr. White replied simply and firmly, the response completely true, but nonetheless stung as she heard it. Elizabeth shook her head as a tear rolled down her cheek. The fact that she referred to him as John, the same way Kayla always did... the crispness in which she said his name made the doctor sound like Kayla. Had she always referred to him that way? Something about her saying that name made that thought rise to the surface... It again made it seem like Dr. White could occupy the role of a bully, a mean girl extremely well. But dredging up that added aspect of her past failures made this current one seem more potent, more tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I mean, we were just together. This morning. We were together! My world was great. He was still mine! Now... he won't even return my phone calls," Elizabeth sobbed. Dr. White let her cry to herself for a few moments before replying.

"Elizabeth... if it makes you feel better, he hasn't been yours since the night of the party. He's been hers..." Dr. White stated, summing it up so succinctly that it was almost like a dagger to her heart. It almost made it worse that he'd drifted away from his wife right in front of her and she didn't figure it out till it was literally rubbed in her face. "He's in another world now, with a vastly different woman, doing very different things than what he did with you. He's lost to you now, and if I understand Stacy as I think I do now... I'd be surprised if she even deigns to lets you ever see him again."

The broken wife put her head in her hands, crying into them, her back shaking as she sobbed. Dr. White got up and sat next to her, gently rubbing her back as she cried, comforting the heartbroken married woman, telling her it was okay, and that they would get through this together, that she needed to keep her head up even if things seemed really bad right now. In the moment, Dr. White was being a good friend, which she no doubt owed to Elizabeth considering that she was the reason she was going through all this. Plus, being seated next to her rather than across from her allowed her to better hide her stiff nipples from Elizabeth's notice.

"I can't believe this, Jen..." Elizabeth cried out into her hands as Dr. White comforted her.

"You'll be okay, hon," Dr. White replied.

"I can't believe he'd do this to me..." the wife sighed. Suddenly, acting quickly, she ripped her wedding band off her finger and tossed it away, letting her face fall back into her hands again as she kept sobbing. Dr. White's comforting rubbing of her back slowed down slightly, her eyes following the discarded wedding ring as it landed under the corner of her desk. But the emotional wife didn't notice.

The next fifteen or twenty minutes was like this, the doctor comforting the wife as she let her emotions fully hit her. Finally, the doctor had to put an end to things. They had gone way over time already, so Dr. White gently let Elizabeth know that their time was up, and that they had to part for now. Elizabeth didn't want to go, as leaving would force her to have to confront the implications of what had happened directly, going home, facing down the remnants of her former life with Ryan, a marriage that was now in pieces, never to be repaired. But the doctor assured her that they would still have their regularly scheduled appointments, and that they could even meet more in the future if necessary. Dr. White got her in a good enough state that she was able to leave without crumbling into an emotional mess. Elizabeth hugged the doctor before leaving, the feel of Dr. White's large breasts pressing into her chest hitting her so profoundly that it was as if it were taking the wind out of her, the knowledge that breasts like these had caused her husband to stray now top of mind, erasing any comfort she may have felt. And while Dr. White returned the gesture, she also noticeably did so at a distance with an upturned nose, not wanting to get that close with Elizabeth considering what she'd endured that morning. It was perfectly understandable, but still, it again made her feel like disgusting trash as she walked away.

Elizabeth struggled to work up the nerve to drive away, sitting in her car alone again. She'd hoped that she'd feel way better after talking with her therapist. But... she didn't. She supposed there was no magic fix to what she'd gone through, so what she hoped for was probably impossible. Yet... that whole thing did feel kinda weird. While the doctor seemed optimistic about their treatment plan going forward, Elizabeth couldn't ignore the fact that she'd seemingly lost all respect the doctor once had for her. She was polite, and friendly, but at times, she couldn't hide her disgust for what Elizabeth had let herself go through. She looked like a loser in the eyes of a friend, and that only added an extra sting to it. And plus... while she couldn't put her finger on it, the tone of some of the things she said was off. She couldn't quite place it, but it was enough for her to sense something was wrong but not noticeable enough to know what and why. That being said, she'd just been through a traumatic event. Her brain was fried, and even friendly gestures were being tainted by it. She needed to put her faith in someone, especially in this moment where her life was thrown into chaos. Who better than her therapist? Even though by her own admission she'd underestimated Elizabeth's issues, she now knew the breadth of what she was enduring more than anyone else. Dr. White was the only person she had left that was on her side.

Dr. White was the only person she could trust.

Putting her faith in her doctor that she knew what to do, she finally turned the ignition and drove away, hoping Dr. White was the person that could help her escape this feeling, this lowest moment of her life.

But frankly, it wasn't as if she could fall any lower.

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As soon as Dr. White let Elizabeth leave and she was able to return to her office. Moving fast, she went around in front of her desk and reached down, grabbing the discarded wedding ring and holding it between her fingers. Eyeing it lustily, feeling like this bauble stamped a certain finality to her work, she finally couldn't contain herself, letting out a huge exhalation as her lips turned up into a huge grin.

YES! It all went perfectly!

Hearing every detail of what Stacy put Elizabeth through, she was amazed that she hid her excitement. Dr. White had lobbed it over the plate, and Stacy fucking knocked it out of the park every step of the way! Yes! Picking up every hint of what to do, culminating in dunking the bitch's head in the toilet, just like Kayla had done.

Stacy... what a fucking goddess she proved herself to be.

Dr. White felt a weird sense of pride that her chosen girl had done the job so completely that she'd fucking eviscerated the married woman, leaving her a broken-down mess, exactly how the doctor wanted her. The doctor could barely contain her glee.

And Dr. White had played out her own part perfectly as well.

It might have come across like she was giving too much away, but every word was thoughtfully chosen, each act deliberate. Elizabeth picked up on what she wanted her to... and she didn't pick up on the things she didn't want her to.

Like her bullying treatment plan going forwards? Total bull. Completely made up. But Lizzy was on the hook. She stepped right up to a brand-new bully, because that was her natural state. A bully victim. Going from one to another her entire life. She was such a bully victim that she'd tacitly agreed to more from her own therapist! Under the guise of help! It was so crazy! But the doctor was beyond excited.