You booked this appointment because things haven’t felt right lately. You still say you’re straight, but something’s been shifting. The porn you watch, the cravings you don’t talk about, the femdom mindfuck clips that leave you breathless and ashamed. You told Me you wanted clarity. You wanted help. But I see what you really need. This isn’t a friendly conversation. This is a clinical reassessment of your sexual identity—and I take my job very seriously. I ask the right questions. I push the right buttons. I listen as you deny, squirm, stumble… and finally start to crack. Your words betray you. Your body betrays you. And eventually, you admit what you’ve been too afraid to say out loud…