Angela was plagued with a recurring nightmare. It was costing her sleep every night, which was ruining her relationship with her boyfriend and jeopardizing her job as a senior accountant at the CPA firm where she worked. You can't crunch numbers when you're dozing off at your desk.
So although she didn't believe in psychological mumbo-jumbo, in her desperation she sought out a therapist, Dr Monte. She explained the first part of her nightmare to the therapist , but the second part was just too embarassing for her to even tell the therapist. The part that she did relate involved her standing in front of her fifth-grade class to read and that mean Johnny Sims sneaking up and pulling down her skirt, exposing her underpants to everone.
The therapist immediately knew how to solve the problem and, with some prodding, Angela agreed to the therapist's plan to have her boldly confront the problem. So Angela was given a strange potion to drink and then fell asleep. When she awoke, she was back in her firth-grade classroom, and Miss Cassel was calling her up to the front to read.
Following her therapist's instructions, to boldly face her problem, Angela stood at her desk, pulled off her sweater, dropped her skirt and confidently strode to the front of the class. She read from the book, clad only in a matching vest and panty while her teacher stood slack-jawed and her classmates giggled and stared. She felt good facing her nightmare.
Then the second part of the nightmare kicked in. The part she neglected to tell her therapist about. The part where she wet her panties.
After a trip to the nurse's office for dry panties and a lecture from the principal her cofidence was drained. She found herself the laughingstock of the ffth grade. Worse than that, she now had to go to regular sessions with the school psychologist, Dr. Monte.