Elena worked out three days a week to stay in shape. She ate well to keep her skin clear and youthful. She looked like a slightly older version of her daughter who was a freshman in an out of state college. Her husband was a workaholic who never seemed to be interested in her except for twice a month when he fucked her. To combat her boredom she also worked at a nearby library about 10 miles from her home. She dressed conservatively like librarians are supposed to and never considered herself as anything but a good mom.
That was about to change for here in a most surprising way.
Last week she had helped a young man find a book on "Shyness in Social Settings". Today he was returning the book at her counter in the nearly empty library.
"James, so did you find the book of use?"
"No Mam" He said forlornly. "It didn't help."
"Perhaps a different book then?" She said sympathetically. "Tell me exactly what you are looking for and I'll help you find the right book."
James blushed deeply and said "No thank you Mam it's useless!"
Elena came out from behind the counter and stood near James. He looked so sad and she wanted to help him. "Please James tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can find a way to help you."
He looked up at her and his eyes were tearing up. "I can't talk to girls, I get all tied up and do stupid things when I am near them. I was hoping that book would help me get over this but it just got worse."
"How many books have you read on this?"
"About a dozen but it basically boils down to I get overstimulated when I talk a pretty girl and my anxiety kicks in and before long ..." He stops and sobs.
"Oh James, you poor boy. You'll learn how to talk with them just keep trying." She's takes his hand in hers and squeezes it reassuringly.
"No Mam, I have tried a bunch of times and I can't do it. Now the girls all laugh at me whenever I get near them."
"Look James you can do this. After all you're able to talk to me and I'm a girl. Aren't I?"
"Yeh, I guess so."
"You guess so?" she replies. "Sit up James and look at me." She sits up straight and pull her shoulders slightly back causing her chest to thrust out more than usual. She actually had a very sexy body but her posture and clothing hid it most of the time. She reached up and unpinned the hair from the top of her head and shook it out letting it fall down over her shoulders. Then gave James her favorite smile and said. "You're talking to me and I am definitely a girl in case you haven't noticed."
James laughed and looked at her more closely. "Yes you certainly are. And a very pretty one." Then as if realizing that he was talking to a girl he began to stammer before he could go on.
Elena took his hand again and said ""Let me do a little research and come back tomorrow. We'll see if I can help you get over this. OK?"
James smiled at her and nodded. He was obviously still to tongue tied to speak as he left.
She spent several hours searching reference books and came upon a treatise on "Immersion Therapy for Speech Disorders as a result of Hyper Sexual Stimulation." Well, she now knew the name of the problem and a cure. The article claimed that the disorder could cure itself or get permanently established in the patient's psyche. The solution was for the practitioner to create the environment were the patient could interact safely and without stress with fear. But how could she get some young girl to spend the time necessary to have a break through? If her daughter was still home she was certain that she could get her to do it.
As she was driving home wishing her daughter was there to help it suddenly dawned on her. Her daughter wasn't but they looked so much alike that she might be able to pass for her if she was wearing the right outfit. When she got home she ran upstairs into her daughter's bedroom and started rummaging around in her closet. She found a short skirt and a tank top that might work. She quickly stripped of her librarian dress and pulled on the skirt and tank top. Both were tight on her and clung to her body, just like the young girls clothes did. She looked in the mirror and let her hair down again.. Looking back from the mirror was the spitting image of her daughter. She smiled prettily and thought this just might work. I am the girl for the job!