The golden plate on the doors carried the name "Dr. Phillip Reed, PhD." The young, anxious man standing in front of the doors, couldn't focus on anything but reading these letters, while nervously jumping from one leg to another, waiting for his turn. Young receptionist with ridiculous glasses and hipster moustache was paying no attention to him, as if such "impatient patients" were just a regular addition to this waiting room.
"Excuse me, is doctor Reed even here?" the guy asked the receptionist. "I've been waiting for thirty minutes now..."
"Yes, Mr. Davis, he's here," young hipster named Peter—as shown on the ID pinned to his shirt—responded with an upmost indifference. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but please consider that if one day you will be in need for a longer visit, doctor Reed will not just throw you out with your problems to keep up with his schedule."
Out of the sudden, the doors has opened. Mr. Davis looked there, feeling his blood boil. Another young guy left the room, with Dr. Reed, clearly continuing some conversation. Doctor Phillip was a middle-aged man, quite handsome, with short stubble helping to shape his jaw. He shook hands with his patient, exchanged some funny little small-talk and finally focused his attention on his next, highly annoyed patient.
"Hello, Jared," he greeted Mr. Davis, but without a nice smile that could be expected by majority of returning patient. "Please, come in," he said, as he moved, allowing the boy to enter.
Jared entered without a word and sat on his regular spot, in a cozy armchair in front of Reed's desk. Doctor Phillip, on the other hand, closed the doors and sat in his mobile chair, but before, he unbuttoned his fancy jacket to make himself more comfortable. Finally, a resemblance of a friendly smile showed on his face.
"Sorry that I kept you waiting. So, Jared. How may I serve you today?"
Boy clenched his fists. His forehead became an angry, little dune. That half an hour spent on waiting definitely wasn't enough to calm him down.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" Boy wanted to sound menacing, but it came off rather pathetically, almost desperately. "You were supposed to help me fight my addiction to prone masturbation! Instead, I'm constantly horny, while I can't get my dick to stand!"
"Sounds like you've come to the wrong doctor, Mr. Davis. Erectile dysfunction is beyond my knowledge, I'm afraid."
"I know it was you. You fucked up my mind with that hypnosis session! I can take that to the media and have your entire life ruined, incompetent fuck!"
Doctor Reed didn't seem intimidated. He relaxed in his chair and smirked rather calmly.
"Did you seriously assume that it was an accident? A mistake on my part?" he asked bluntly, clearly amused by boy's outrage. "I've placed that curse upon you intentionally. And that wasn't the only curse. Did you notice some weird changes in your body recently?" Doctor Reed stood up and moved pass his desk, to sit on it with superior smile, closer to his patient. "Perhaps your nipples started itching you without any clear reason?"
Boy looked at him, shocked.
"What the fuck... That was your doing?! What did you do to me?!"
"I'll have you know that itching them won't make the feeling go away. Only someone's wet tongue can bring you relief, but even that won't be for long. By the way, about that sudden impotency of yours, if you want to have an erection, you must stop fighting that uncomfortable urge you have when taking a piss."
"What fucking urge?!"
"You've started having thoughts that made you feel really uneasy, each time after pissing, isn't that right? It is," he confirmed with a satisfied expression, seeing fear in boy's face. "«Wouldn't it be nice to lick the bowl and taste some of this great-smelling, yellow water?» That's a nasty thing to crave, Jared. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Are you fucking crazy? That's not true, what the fuck are you even talking about?!"
"I'll have you know that your dick will become rock hard only if you obey to that feeling. Unfortunately for you, it won't be a permanent solution. These really pleasurable erections will stop once the experience will become less exciting, due to you getting used to it. That's when you will have to venture into public toilets... You know, to enjoy new tastes, from other people. The positive side to this situation? The filthiest the toilet will be, the harder your dick will get once you dip your tongue in it."
Jared jumped on his feet, ready to storm out of the office. But then doctor Reed raised his foot, lied it on boy's chair's armrest and effectively blocked his way out with his leg.
"Are you sure you want to leave? You still don't know all the ways that I fucked your brain up. It's been only two days since you've come to me, so I'm ready to assume you stumbled only one some. And, of course, some of them you wouldn't notice at all. For example..." He moved his foot in a way that made his heel fell out of the shoe, showing a black sock it was covered with. "I've wired you to become aroused when seeing men's feet. It makes you fall into a trance-like state in which the more you explore the foot with different senses, the deeper you go into a blank mind territory."
