"Counseling" with Nuzet [Part 1]

My parents hadn't mentioned counseling the rest of the weekend. The only thing that seemed to change was how agitated Mom's energy was each morning I left the house for school. I knew Dad had told her I was pregnant. The school week was the same as always. Classes hadn't changed any, save the concerned look from my teachers as I continued to listen, but not answer as many of the questions they put to the class as I had previously. But what surprised me most was to see both of my parents waiting for me when I left school on Friday.

I opened the back door of the car and made sure the squish pillow was on the seat before climbing in. When I was younger I hated family vacations, the hours worth of driving time with my testes being compressed with a good amount of my body weight was really, really uncomfortable. But as it continued to happen, until I was old enough to sit in the car like an adult and have the squish pillow to sit on, I had to learn to put up with it. Squishing down the center of the pillow, I sat so there was only a little pressure on my scrotum before putting my seat belt on. Dad pulled away from the curb and headed in the opposite direction of home.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You have an appointment with Nuzet in 45 minutes," Mom said.

"Oh."

I shifted slightly then had to readjust the pillow beneath me. Dad drove for half an hour to a set of office buildings. I winced slightly when Dad turned into the parking lot. I still felt a little tender along my pubic bone. He parked in front of the second building. It had two floors and I reluctantly followed my parents in.

We walked down a hall on the main floor to the far corner where there was an office and a small waiting area. The office door was partially open. The person sitting in a chair next to the door stood as we neared. Seeing Nuzet brought more to my awareness than the arousal that pushed my penis into my boxers. I felt my system start to open up to him. I tried hard to contain my energy. To anyone, but the really energy sensitive, they would have called this person a man. The energy told me otherwise. Despite my ease, I made sure my shielding screen saver was still in place—still presenting the images I wanted shown.

I turned my attention to the pictures hanging on the walls. I needed to distract myself. I needed my penis to retract. Nuzet held out a hand to my parents.

"You must be Matt and Julie," he said.

"You're Nuzet?" Dad asked, shaking his hand.

"I am. It's nice to meet you."

"Pleasure is ours," Mom said as Nuzet shook Mom's hand.

Dad set a hand on my back and pushed me to take a step closer. My penis rose slightly.

"This is our daughter, Hanna," Dad said.

Nuzet held out his hand to me. "Nice to meet you, Hanna."

I folded my arms across my chest and fisted my hands. I refused to look at him. I couldn't let him know I found him sexually attractive.

Nuzet motioned his hand towards the furniture in the room. "Would you all like to have a seat?" he asked, when I refused to answer.

There were two chairs and a couch. Nuzet sat in the chair next to his office door and my parents took the couch, which left the second chair—next to Nuzet—open for me.

"Hanna?" Nuzet asked.

"I prefer to stand," I said, still looking at the weeping willow tree painting.

"Hanna, please sit," Mom requested.

I didn't respond, but continued my study of the wall hangings.

Nuzet studied my energy for a moment before picking up the clipboard that was leaning against the chair and held it out to me. I took it and started to fill it out. When I came to the issues, I only marked other with no other explanation before signing it and handing it to my dad to sign also.

He signed it and almost handed it back to Nuzet when Mom stopped him.

"You have more issues than that," she said, reaching for the pen.

"Julie," Nuzet said. "Don't fill it out for her. I don't force information out of my clients."

She gave a slight nod and Dad gave the clipboard back to Nuzet.

He glanced over the clipboard then looked at me. My male bits hardened a little more. It was distracting. And the longer I stood there, refusing to acknowledge my arousal, the more frustrated I was feeling. Nuzet set the clipboard down. He turned toward my parents a little more. He opened his mouth to speak, when I asked.

"Where is your bathroom?"

"It's the door behind you on the left," he replied.

Turning, I entered the bathroom. I could hear Mom apologize for my rudeness as I closed the door. Their voices came through the wall a little as Nuzet explained what it was he did. I had been able to feel a lot in his energy. He was an open book. He was a channel for energy, but what kind of energy he channeled, and how he channeled it, I didn't know. How did the body work fit into all of that? Was that how he knew what and where to channel? Why did I feel aroused? Never before had I felt that just by looking at someone. From how my parents had tried to describe it, such feelings only made sense during foreplay.

My arousal didn't change until I could get my body to eliminate. My penis retreated inside me once more. Then I flushed the toilet and came out. The moment I stepped out, I felt something press against my shield and I energetically smacked it away. Nuzet flinched. His brow furrowed slightly before he looked at me when I leaned against the wall, glaring at him.

"I don't appreciate being poked," I said.

Dad glanced at me while Mom shook her head.

Nuzet's brow relaxed and he nodded. "My apologies." Then he turned back to my parents. "Do you have any other questions?"

"How again does the body work help you?" Mom asked.

"The body has several subtle rhythms that act as a biofeedback mechanism to help me locate where stress is being held within the body."

Chills ran down my spine and Nuzet glanced at me.

"Okay," she said.

"Any other questions?"

My parents shook their heads.

"Do you have any questions, Hanna?"

"No."

"Okay."

Nuzet stood with the clipboard in hand. He motioned me into the office before closing the door. He set the clipboard on his desk before putting a sheet on the massage table in the center of the room. It was taller than I remembered them being in massage commercials. Soft ambient lighting filled the room and bookshelves of books and other things lined the walls. On the far wall were cubby spaces filled with manuals. But it was the large salt lamp on his desk that drew my attention most. It sat on the corner closest to the door. I held out a hand by it; it was warm. But the warmth vanished when Nuzet spoke.

"If you'll take off your shoes and lie on the table," he said.

My guts twisted.

"Relax. I'm not going to bite. I'll need your head up here." He patted the end furthest from the door.

My guts only relaxed slightly as I slipped off my shoes then rolled onto the table. I didn't want to smash my testicles—never felt good.

Once I was lying down, Nuzet sat on a rolling stool by my feet. He closed his eyes and deepened his breath. I felt his energy wrap around my feet. I picked up on the rhythm he was feeling for. I could feel all the areas of tension. Tension his energy picked up on as well. Chills ran down my back, I had never worked with someone who was energy sensitive before. Let alone someone who needed to use body rhythms to pick up what I could see without needing to touch the other person.

"Are you cold, Hanna?" Nuzet asked, as he scooped my heels into his hands to make the flow pause.

"No."

"Okay. Just let me know if anything I do is uncomfortable to you." He continued to hold my heels for a few more minutes after the rhythm returned. It was smoother now. Didn't catch as much. Baby's rhythm felt stronger as well.

"Your baby has a strong rhythm," he said.

I nodded.

"Means they received good chi from you and the father."

I said nothing. There was something about the way he said it that made me think he wasn't as energy sensitive as I first thought. Maybe that was why he needed to feel the body rhythms.

Nuzet set his hands on my thighs, my ribs, and the tops and bottoms of my shoulders. Each time he shifted to a new area, my rhythm would pause. And with each pause, Nuzet would remain until the rhythm had come back before moving to the next place. He set his hands on either side of my head.

"Alright. Think about school."

He continued to hold my head while I thought about school. He shifted how he held my head a few times. Then he set his first and middle fingers on either side of my forehead. Pain radiated through my forehead to the back of my head. I gasped and tears filled my eyes. I turned my head to try and relieve some of the pain, but it only made it worse.