In addition to my enhanced hearing, my sense of smell was getting much better the longer I wore the blindfold. The delightful smells of a bakery we passed by were soon demolished by a very pungent garbage can that smelled like someone had dumped an entire diaper genie into it.
It was about a 20 minute walk from my school to Dr. Crowe’s office. In that time, we passed 6 restaurants, a nail salon, and two coffee shops, including the one in the strip mall that our office was located in. A number of cars had honked their horns as we walked. At first, I thought it was bad traffic, or an accident. Eventually I realized that they were honking at me.
Once in the office, Dr. Crowe helped me organize the patient records as I had done last Thursday. She also read the names on each chart, along with their appointment time several times. Once I told her I had it down, she tested me to make sure that I hadn’t forgotten any. This was my first time here on a Tuesday when I wasn’t just here for my appointment.
None of the patients had seen me before, and it would be an understatement to say that they were rather shocked to see a naked 17 year old sitting behind the reception desk. I had to explain over and over again how working blindfolded and naked was helping me cope through a mental health crisis. They seemed to understand that in theory, but I got the impression that they all thought I was pretty strange. Most of them then changed the subject to Becky. The common sentiment was that they wished her well in retirement.
When 10 am had rolled around, my appointment had not yet been filled so Dr. Crowe had an hour to herself. I thought she would want me to come talk to her about something, but instead she asked, “Do you know where the coffee shop is down stairs?”
“The one in our strip mall? Yea.” I said cheerfully.
“Do you think you could find it on your own?” She asked.
Easy enough. Even without my strong sense of smell, I have been walking past that place twice a week for the last two months. “Sure.” I said eagerly.
“Great, I placed a mobile order, but want to get caught up on some paperwork. Do you think you can go get our drinks?”
“Not a problem.” I said with a lot more confidence than I felt. It was one thing for me to be walking around the building, but this was the first time I went outside naked by myself in the middle of the day. I mean, Sophie went running around, but this was me.
She had prepaid for the drinks, so I just needed to go pick them up. I was now good enough to walk down the hall with one hand lightly touching the wall as I went. I knew it was 7 doors from Dr. Crowe’s office to the stairwell. I opened the door and quickly located the handrail. With that as my guide, I slowly descended the stairs.
I passed several people on the way down. I could hear from their murmurs that they were a bit surprised to see me. Of the ones I passed, it was the women who made me nervous, not the men. When the men saw me, they wouldn’t say anything directly to me, but to each other they would make comments about my breasts or my ass. It was all complimentary, so at best it caused me to blush a bit.
Almost all of the women were offended that I was there. A couple of them tried scolding me as I passed by. For a second, I was afraid one of them was going to push me down the stairs. Fortunately, I heard whoever was walking with her tell her to stop and then pulled her up the stairs and out of reach from me.
After I got to the bottom of the stairwell, I exited the building. The coffee shop was 4 doors down from the entrance to our office. I walked slowly, and just like on the inside of the building, I let my fingers lightly touch the glass wall as I walked. I counted the doorframes. The first door led into a bank. The next door was to an office that sold insurance. The third one was vacant, but when I first started coming here it had been a printing company. I had heard that they moved to a larger location a few miles away.
The next door was the coffee shop. As I approached, I heard a police siren sound a single blast. It sounded like it was coming from the parking lot. Instinctively, I turned around to ‘see’ what was happening. Of course, seeing anything with a blindfold on was not possible, but I thought I would try to listen to see if I could figure it out.
“Miss. Where are your clothes?” I heard a man’s deep voice ask. It took me a second to realize he was talking to me.
“My… I don’t have clothes, officer.” I said.
“I can see that. I am asking, why are you naked in front of this coffee shop?” He asked. I heard someone else who sounded like they were standing several feet away talking on a radio, clearly discussing me.
“I have a mental health issue. Look.” I said, pointing to my collar. “This is my psychiatrist. You can call her.”
“I don’t need to call your psychiatrist. I need for you to put some clothes on.” He said flatly.
“I don’t have any clothes!” I said. “Please, just call Dr. Crowe.”
“Miss, I’m going to need to have you remove your blindfold.” He instructed.
“I can’t.” I said.
“Why not?” He asked.
“If I… things get weird if I take that off.” I said. I had no idea how to explain Sophie or anything else that had happened up until now. “Please. Call my doctor. She’s just upstairs. Please!”
I felt him take hold of my right arm. “Miss, I will need for you to step this way.” He then guided me across the sidewalk to the parking lot. Next he placed my hand on the hood of what I assumed was his police car. “Please place your hands on the car. I am going to search you.”
I managed to put my left hand on the car just before he used his knee to push my legs apart. I then felt his hands feeling all over my body, as if I could somehow conceal something underneath my skin.
“Miss, I need to search your cavities.” He said.
At first, I protested that I have perfect teeth, but then I realized he was talking about a different sort of cavity when he proceeded to spread my butt cheeks apart.
“Miss, do you have anything concealed inside of your body that I need to know about?” He asked.
“I certainly do not! Gross!” I said.
I felt his hand press against my vagina and begin to spread it apart. By instinct, I began to squirm to get away from him, but his partner held me down to keep me from running off. Instead, I screamed as loud as I could.
“Calm down, it’s over.” He told me. “I placing you in handcuffs and taking you to the police station.”
“No! Please. Just call Dr. Crowe. PLEASE!” I begged.
I felt him grab my left wrist a lot rougher than he had the first time. I felt the metal bracelet from the handcuff press tight around my wrist as it clicked. Next he pulled my right hand behind my back and fastened the other bracelet to it.
He then spun me around to face him. “Miss, I need to check your eyes.”
“No. Please, do not remove my blindfold. PLEASE!” I screamed.
Too late, he took the blindfold off and pressed it into his pocket. I looked up in order to avoid seeing my own reflection in the window of his car.
He grabbed my face and pulled it down. “Look at me.” He said. I looked at him, as panicked as I was, my eyes were darting left at right. I really couldn’t control them.
“What are you on?” He asked.
“Nothing. I just… I can’t explain. Please call Dr. Crowe. Please.” I whispered.
“We’ll find out soon enough.” He said confidently. He then stuffed me into the police car. This was a problem, because he had to duck my head down and there was no way for me to avoid seeing everything. I had never felt so much fear and panic in my life. Everything was flashing before my eyes. I couldn’t stop it. Suddenly my vision became red and I knew what was coming. Next it faded to purple and finally black.
The next thing I was aware of was Sophie screaming and barking in a high pitched chirping sound. She was pulling on the handcuffs and banging my head against the back of the seat. The car was moving forward and the two policemen were in the front seat doing their best to ignore me. Sophie was having none of it as she kept trying to break out of the handcuffs. She was screaming and crying at the same time.
It was hard to gauge what was happening with Sophie making so much noise. When the car finally stopped and the police got out, we weren’t at the police station, but as a hospital emergency room. The cops had realized that Sophie was going crazy, so they opened both doors simultaneously. Sophie lurched out the right side, but the cop that was not behind us suddenly grabbed my feet and pulled us out the other side, backwards. From that vantage, he had complete control. Quickly the other cop had moved to the same side and lifted me by the shoulders.
Sophie kicked and thrashed, but the police’s grip was too tight as they carried us into the emergency room. The next thing I knew, they had taken two more sets of handcuffs and laid us of our back before locking us to the gurney. It was the most uncomfortable I have ever been in my life.
Sophie never stopped thrashing, even when they showed up to draw out blood. Somehow the two cops were able to hold us still enough to get a needle in and take out blood.
Sophie never stopped struggling. I have no idea how long it took for the blood results to come back, but by the time they did my wrists were sore and bruised.
I could hear the nurse telling the police officer, “Her toxicology came back negative. She’s not on any medication or any other drugs we can detect.”
Then talking to Sophie, I heard the nurse say, “Hold still. This should help calm you down.” Sophie screamed when we felt a needle poke my ass. After a few minutes, everything went black.
When I woke up, I was blindfolded again. I felt someone holding my hand. “It’s alright, Annie. I’m here now.” I heard Dr. Crowe tell me softly. I squeezed her hand to let her know that I was awake. Then, it took me a second to realize that I was the one who had squeezed her hand. Sophie had gone to sleep again.
I began to orient myself. I was still lying on my back but could no longer feel the handcuffs. Whatever I was lying on was different from the gurney I had been shackled to before everything went black.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“You’ve been taken to the police station.” She told me. “But don’t worry. I’ve taken care of everything.”
I nodded. “Do I need to put clothes on from now on?” I asked.
“No, that’s done for now.” She assured me. “I’ve written you a prescription that now counts as a medical disability. You need to keep it with you, but from now on you no longer need to wear clothes in public.”
That was not as assuring as she tried to make it sound. “How long do I have to go around naked then?”
“As long as you need to. This has no expiration date, so you may never need to wear clothes again.” She told me. “I just wish I had thought of this sooner, then I wouldn’t have needed to negotiate with your school. Ah well, what’s done is done.”
“Can we go back to work now? I don’t like it here.” I said.
“Work’s over for today. It’s already after 7:00 at night.” She said. “Let’s go get something to eat.”
Dr. Crowe helped me to my feet and led me out of the police station. My body hurt so bad from Sophie trying to pull free from the restraints. I was able to keep up, but occasionally Dr. Crowe heard me wince from the pain.
“I can give you something for the pain when we get home.” She told me. I thanked her. My arms, my legs and my back all were in agony. She insisted that we stop somewhere for dinner first, so we ended up eating hamburgers and French fries. She commented that she hadn’t eaten this sort of junk food since college.
The part of me that wanted to protest because I would rather get the pain medication first was quickly overruled by the part of me that remembered what she normally eats for dinner. I was grateful for some salty deliciousness instead bland chicken and vegetables.
When we got home, Dr. Crowe led me upstairs. “Would you rather I bathe you or Sophie?” She asked. I hadn’t told her yet that I can feel everything she does to Sophie, so it honestly made no difference which of us she bathed.
“Me please. I think Sophie needs more rest for tonight.” That was true enough. I could tell how badly that stressed Sophie out. I think she needs to be in a calm place for a while.
Dr. Crowe brought me into the bathroom. I heard the water running. “Have a seat.” She fold me and then guided me to sit on the toilet. “Do you mind if I…” I started.
“Go ahead.” She said cheerfully. I relieved myself while she stepped away. When she returned, she helped me into the tub. I felt as she got in behind me.
Guiding me down, she sat in the water with me. It took me a minute to realize that Dr. Crowe was naked too. That startled me for a second, but I remembered that she sleeps naked, and this was just another level of intimacy. Soon, she was rubbing body wash onto my back and arms. I had never had a massage before, it felt wonderful. She occasionally turned the water on to reheat the tub.
At first, she rubbed my back and shoulders, then my arms. I felt her reach around me and begin massaging my legs. This caused her breasts to press against my back. Don’t get me wrong, I am not attracted to women. But when I felt her pressing against me like that, and rubbing my body as she did, I suddenly became horny.
Dr. Crowe asked, “Are your arms very sore?”
I sort of crossed my arms slightly so I could rub my forearms where the handcuffs were. “Yea, they hurt a lot.”
“Do you need me to wash your front?” She asked gently.
I knew I could do that myself, but as horny as I was feeling, I responded softly with, “That would be nice.”
Dr. Crowe began lathering up the front of my shoulders and then between and under my breasts. I squirmed a little as she did my stomach because I was very ticklish. “I’m going to wash the rest of you, now.” She warned me.
I felt has her soft fingers caressed my breasts. I heard her make a tsk sound as she felt my erect nipples. “Annie, I’m just washing you.” She told me.
I nodded. Whatever she was doing, I didn’t want her to stop.
“Stand up, I need to wash your lower parts.” She said.
I stood and turned around to face her. Her fingers were way more gently than that cop’s had been. She put some lotion on my vagina and scrubbed it gently with her first two fingers. I began loosing track of things and my body began to convulse in rhythm to her movements between my legs. She was very thorough, and though it only took a couple of minutes, I felt a wave of excitement pass through from my head to my toes.
“All set.” She said.
I wanted it to last a lot longer, but she repeated, “Annie, we’re done.”
“Do you want me to wash you next?” I asked, hopeful to keep this experience going a little longer.
“That won’t be necessary. Here…” She said as she got up and quickly wrapped a towel around me. “We’ll wash your hair another night, but for now, dry yourself off and let’s get ready for bed.”
She helped me out of the bathtub, and after I had toweled myself dry, she handed me a toothbrush. I headed to my bed and curled up. After a minute, I heard the shower running. As I lie there, thinking of the way she had just touched me, I began touching myself the same way. I had never masturbated before, but even though it felt really nice to do, when I was done, I was longing for her to touch me one more time. It just felt better by her hand is all.
I fell asleep before she returned to the room to go to bed. I didn’t even feel when she removed the blindfold from my eyes. It was a very long time after that before I woke up thinking of myself as Annie again.