Objection!

by kiwibat

CHAPTER ONE

Melanie Martinez slumped in the waiting room of the therapist’s office, her thoughts consumed by the problems at her new law firm. Disputes with her colleagues had become a regular occurrence.

Her frustration peaked earlier that week when she was informed that due to all the recent conflict, a hidden clause in her contract required her to start attending “conflict management” sessions twice a week. The clause had been buried so deep in fine print, she never even knew it was there.

“Such a waste of time,” Melanie thought, her frustration evident.

It was 9am on a Wednesday and her mind kept racing over all the things she was falling behind on because of this. Now she’d be stuck working late for the rest of the week just to catch up.

The therapist’s office, a mix of modern minimalism and classic warmth, was clearly designed to make clients feel relaxed. Abstract art filled the walls, the furniture was plush, and the lighting was soft and subdued.

Dr. Reed, her new therapist, was a handsome man in his mid-forties with salt-and-pepper hair and a piercing gaze that seemed to look right through her. “Ms. Martinez, welcome,” he said warmly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard quite a bit about you—your reputation as a lawyer precedes you.”

“I’m not entirely sure this is necessary but I’m here,” Melanie replied.

Dr. Reed chuckled softly. “I know this isn’t where you want to be, but I believe you’ll find these sessions to be quite helpful.”

Melanie forced a smile. If playing along meant getting back to work sooner, then she would do her best to comply.

“I understand there’s been some tension at your firm. Could you tell me more about what’s been happening?”

“Same old story,” Melanie explained. “Some of the men can’t handle that I’m smarter than them. They feel threatened by a powerful woman.”

Dr. Reed nodded thoughtfully. “I understand. Addressing these issues is important but managing the stress they cause is equally crucial. That’s where we’ll start.” He gestured to the comfortable chair across from his desk. “Please, have a seat. You seem quite tense. Let’s start by helping you relax a bit—it’ll make our sessions more effective.”

“Sure,” Melanie shrugged, sinking into the deep, cushioned chair.

Dr. Reed’s voice took on a calm, rhythmic tone. “Good. Now make yourself comfortable. Feel free to close your eyes if it helps.”

Despite her reluctance, Melanie found herself following his instructions. She crossed her arms and shut her eyes.

“Now, take a deep breath in, and then exhale slowly,” Dr. Reed continued. “Feel the tension in your body melt away with each breath.”

Melanie begrudgingly focused on her breathing, feeling a growing sense of calm as she followed the rhythmic cadence of the therapist’s voice.

Dr. Reed’s voice grew softer and more hypnotic. “You’re doing great. With each breath, you’re sinking deeper into relaxation. Your mind is becoming more open and receptive. Everything around you is fading away. Just listen to my voice and let go of any remaining tension.”

Melanie’s thoughts began to blur, the stress of her work and lingering frustration slowly fading away. As Dr. Reed spoke in his calm, soothing tone, she felt an unexpected wave of tranquility wash over her.

They discussed what she believed was causing the conflict. Melanie explained that she was only standing up against the sexist attitudes of a few misogynistic colleagues. She refused to passively accept their commands, especially when she was confident that her legal skills were superior.

“It’s important to get along with your colleagues, regardless of how much smarter you might think that you are,” Dr. Reed calmly stated.

Melanie nodded in agreement, surprised by how reasonable his suggestions began to seem. “Yes, that’s true. Getting along with my colleagues is important…”

“Prioritizing others’ opinions over your own doesn’t make you weak. In fact, it can make you stronger and even help advance your career.”

“Advance my career…” Melanie murmured, her tone growing more subdued.

“You’re an excellent lawyer but your inability to please others could end up hurting you.”

“Please others…” Melanie mumbled, her voice soft and dreamy.

“But don’t worry, I’m here to help you,” Dr. Reed said with a warm smile.

Two weeks later, Melanie sat in a café with a few colleagues, going over the details of their latest case. Earlier that morning, she had completed her fourth session with Dr. Reed.

Initially hesitant about therapy, Melanie was surprised to notice positive changes from her sessions. She had even started using some of the stress management techniques Dr. Reed had taught her.

As Melanie listened to her colleagues discuss the case, she noticed how relaxed she felt. The constant tension that usually tightened her shoulders had completely disappeared.

Steve signaled the waiter and ordered for the group. “Four cappuccinos, please. One with extra foam, one with a sprinkle of cinnamon, a double shot for me, and...” He turned to Melanie with a smile, “...just a regular cappuccino for you.”

Melanie was about to correct him. She was the only one in the group who took her coffee black—everyone knew that. But when she tried to speak, the words caught in her throat. An odd sensation washed over her, as if something was holding her back. Her mind raced—why didn’t she just say something? It was only coffee, after all. But no matter how hard she tried, the words wouldn’t come.

She felt panic rising in her chest. Melanie could only watch in confusion as the waiter set the cappuccinos on the table, her usual black coffee nowhere in sight. Her heart sank as she stared at the cup.

“Since when do you drink cappuccinos, Melanie?” Lisa asked, raising an eyebrow.

Melanie’s pulse quickened. She wanted to explain, to tell Lisa it was a mistake, but instead, she found herself laughing lightly. "Oh, just trying something new," she said, her voice sounding strangely carefree.

The response felt automatic, as if it wasn’t really her speaking. Lisa gave her a puzzled look and turned back to the conversation.

Melanie gripped the handle of the coffee cup tightly, her growing unease almost suffocating. What was happening? This wasn’t like her at all. She was always assertive, never one to let someone else speak for her—especially when they got it wrong. But now she felt trapped.

Something was wrong.

Back at the office, Melanie couldn’t shake the memory of what happened. She kept replaying it in her mind, searching for an explanation. Maybe it was from the recent exhaustion of only sleeping a few hours a night. Or maybe it was because she’d been getting along so well with everyone that she didn’t want to disrupt the delicate harmony with something as trivial as coffee.

Then it happened again.

The next day, David suggested Thursday afternoon for their next meeting and asked if that worked for everyone. Melanie was about to suggest a different time—her Thursday was already completely booked. But as she began to speak, a sudden wave of discomfort swept over her.

An unsettling voice started whispering in her mind.

David’s choice is the right one…

Don’t be difficult…

Don’t overthink this…

It’s easier to just agree…

Her heart raced as the discomfort grew stronger. The more she tried to assert her preference, the more her resistance seemed to crumble, the whispers in her mind growing louder.

David knows best, just go with it…

Your own schedule isn’t as important as the happiness of the team…

It was as if an invisible force was nudging her towards agreement.

“Thursday afternoon works for me,” Melanie found herself saying, her voice taking on an unusually compliant tone.

David nodded in approval. The words came out smoothly, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had somehow been compelled to agree. As the meeting dragged on, Melanie’s thoughts were clouded with a growing sense of frustration as the whispers inside her mind continued.

Agreeing with David will make things easier…

Everyone will appreciate how cooperative you are…

Look how easy it is when you just agree…

“What’s wrong with me?” she wondered. She paced around her office, trying to make sense of the strange feeling that had overtaken her. The constant whispers in her head and how easily she’d agreed to David’s suggestion left her feeling uneasy.

The next morning, Melanie entered Dr. Reed’s office, her mind filled with worry. She decided to ask him about her recent problems, hoping he could offer some guidance.

Dr. Reed always seemed to know what was best.

Melanie took a deep breath. “Over the past few days, I’ve noticed that I’m having trouble asserting myself. Yesterday, I agreed to a meeting time that didn’t work for me, and it felt like I couldn’t even say so. I’m feeling this strange pressure to conform to others’ suggestions, even when I don’t agree.”

Dr. Reed nodded, his eyes fixed on Melanie. “I understand. These feelings can be quite unsettling. But remember, it’s all part of the process. It’s perfectly normal to experience some discomfort at first.”

Melanie tried to focus on her concerns, but the calming cadence of Dr. Reed’s voice was hard to ignore. She felt an odd, heavy sensation in her mind, and her thoughts started to drift despite her efforts to stay grounded. “I just don’t understand why I’m feeling this way,” she murmured, struggling to keep her voice steady.

Dr. Reed continued, his tone gentle but insistent. “It’s important to embrace these changes with an open mind. You’re finding balance in these new behaviors, and it’s perfectly natural for you to feel this way. Trust the process.”

As Melanie listened, she felt an increasing compulsion to agree with the handsome doctor. The resistance in her mind began to waver, her initial attempts to argue fading as his words washed over her. She tried to focus on her discomfort, but it felt like her thoughts were being gently pushed aside, replaced by a growing sense of acceptance.

“You’re adjusting wonderfully,” Dr. Reed said, his voice growing softer. “Everything you’re experiencing is a positive step forward. There’s no need to worry about anything. Allow yourself to embrace these changes completely.”

Melanie’s eyes grew heavy. The soothing rhythm of Dr. Reed’s voice seemed to envelop her, melting any concerns. She found herself nodding slowly, her resistance dissolving.

These changes are good for you…

You should trust Dr. Reed…

“You’re finding that these changes are actually beneficial. You’re doing just fine. Embrace this new behavior with confidence. There’s nothing to worry about,” Dr. Reed encouraged.

Dr. Reed is right, there’s nothing to worry about…

You’re becoming better with every session…

It feels so right to just go along with this…

Melanie smiled dumbly as a wave of tranquility replaced her earlier anxiety. Her concerns had all faded away, leaving her with a calm acceptance.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” she agreed. These changes were good for her.

Over the weekend, Melanie found herself feeling particularly relaxed. She was grateful that Dr. Reed had been able to explain things for her. She trusted him completely. The incidents at work had really been bothering her until the charming doctor helped her feel so much better about everything.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” she reminded herself. “Everything is just fine.”

Melanie decided to check out a small clothing boutique she had noticed a few times before. As she browsed through the racks, she was greeted by a young, bubbly sales associate with blonde hair and a cheerful demeanor.

“Hi there!” the girl chirped, her bright blue eyes sparkling. “Can I help you find anything?”

Melanie smiled, feeling a bit out of her element. “Just looking for a few new pieces, something like this,” she said, pointing to her beige business suit. “But in a size up…” The stress from the past couple months had led to her using food for comfort and as a result she’d put on an extra ten pounds.

“Hmm, we don’t have anything like that. It’s a bit…plain, don’t you think? Kind of boring.”

“Excuse me?” Melanie replied, crossing her arms in disapproval. She couldn’t believe she would say that to a customer.

The young woman’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, I’ve got some great ideas for you! How about trying something fun?”

Melanie’s face tightened with reluctance. “I don’t think—” But as she began to voice her hesitation, a familiar sense of discomfort washed over her, the same feeling she’d experienced before.

The sales associate eagerly picked out a few vibrant, trendy outfits and handed them to Melanie. “Come on, just try them! I think you’ll really like them. Fashion is all about having fun!”

She’s right, you should try something new…

You don’t want to be seen as boring, do you…?

Why not let her help you? She seems to know a lot about fashion…

Despite her frustration, Melanie found herself taking the clothes and heading to the changing room. As she tried on the outfits, she stared at her reflection in the mirror—bright colored skirts and tops with a noticeable amount of cleavage.

“I can’t wear this…” she thought. Yet despite her objections, when she came out of the changing room, the sales associate’s enthusiastic encouragement made it hard for her to say no.

The young girl clapped her hands together in delight. “Oh my gosh, you look amazing! See? I just knew this would be perfect for you!”

Melanie forced a smile, trying to hide her discomfort. She felt exposed. Her mind raced with reasons to put the clothes back and leave but the words wouldn’t come.

“You have to get these,” the young woman insisted, her eyes sparkling with approval. Her enthusiasm was infectious. “You’ll turn heads everywhere you go!”

Melanie hesitated, glancing at herself in the mirror again. The outfit was far outside her comfort zone, and every part of her wanted to say no, to revert to the safe, conservative style she was used to. But once again, the pressure to conform was overpowering.

The sales associate knows what’s best…

Everyone is going to love your new style…

Before she knew it, the words tumbled out of her mouth.

“I’ll take them all.”

On Monday, everyone was shocked to see Melanie wearing a long, colorful dress. The playful outfit was a stark contrast to her usual conservative suits. The vibrant colors drew everyone’s attention from the moment she walked in.

“Wow, Melanie, you look…so different!” Lisa exclaimed.

Steve raised an eyebrow as he examined her body, his gaze pausing on her chest.

Melanie forced a smile, trying to play it cool. “Thanks. Just wanted to try something new.”

As the day went on, Melanie noticed the compliments kept coming and she found herself enjoying the praise. Though a part of her was still uneasy about her sudden change of style, the pleasure she felt from the attention only grew stronger. Her new look seemed to suit her, and she was starting to love it.

After lunch, Greg, one of the junior partners at her firm, stormed into Melanie’s office with a scowl on his face. Of all her colleagues, he had consistently been the most hostile, often dismissive and outright rude.

“Melanie, we need to talk about that report you submitted. It’s full of mistakes.”

Melanie felt an unexpected wave of submissiveness. Normally, she’d stand up to Greg, but now for some reason, she couldn’t.

“Sorry for the inconvenience,” she said quietly. “I’ll fix it right away.”

Greg’s eyes narrowed as he took in Melanie’s outfit. “And what’s with the new look?” he sneered, his tone dripping with contempt. “Is that dress supposed to distract us from how dumb you are?” He leaned in closer, his voice growing harsher. “Honestly, it’s pathetic. Do you really think flaunting your big breasts will get you a promotion? I guess if you can’t do the job right, at least you’re giving us something to look at. I suppose that’s all you’re good for. You really are just a dumb bimbo, aren’t you?”

Melanie’s face flushed with humiliation. “That’s not fair, Greg…” she began, struggling to find her words. “I’m—”

But as she tried to argue, she felt a familiar pressure—an inner voice whispering that Greg’s harsh words were true. The voice echoed his comments, amplifying her doubts.

Dumb bimbo…

Big breasts…

All you’re good for…

The more she tried to fight back, the stronger the voice seemed to grow.

He’s right, you’re not as smart as you think…

Everyone’s probably thinking the same thing…

Don’t make yourself look dumber…

You don’t have the brains to win this argument…

Melanie’s objections faltered as the inner voice kept repeating, slowly chipping away at her confidence. Her attempts to argue felt more and more pointless as the whispers made her start to doubt her own intelligence.

“I’ll make sure it’s fixed right away, sir,” Melanie said, her voice trembling.

As Greg stormed out, Melanie sat there, stunned by his harsh words. His cruel comments echoed in her mind, blending with the persistent whispers.

Back at her desk, Melanie tried to focus on her work, but Greg’s remarks replayed in her mind like a broken record. She couldn’t shake the sting of his words—the way he dismissed her intelligence, reduced her to nothing more than her appearance. Her entire life, she had always resented her large breasts, doing everything she could to hide them.

Every time she tried to concentrate, his voice would cut through, whispering those same demeaning words.

Dumb bimbo…

Big breasts…

All you’re good for…

The whispers continued to echo his insults, deepening her doubts. Each time she tried to push the thoughts away, they came back stronger.

What if he was right?

Melanie found herself staring at the computer monitor, unable to focus. The words on the screen blurred together as Greg’s comments crowded her thoughts. She could feel the confidence she’d once prided herself on slipping away, replaced by a growing sense of inadequacy. His sneering tone replayed in her mind, over and over again.

“Maybe I am just a dumb bimbo,” the thought whispered into her mind.

As the hours passed, Melanie’s anxiety grew. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but the memory of Greg’s smirk, the cruel edge to his voice, and the growing fear that he’d seen something in her that others would soon notice as well.

The voices in her head started as a whisper, but now echoed louder, filling her with doubt and making it harder and harder to believe in the confident version of herself.

Greg knows what he’s talking about…

You’ve always been pretending to be smart…

It’s only a matter of time before everyone else notices it too…

Stop fighting what you really are

The next day, Melanie arrived at the office feeling exhausted. She had spent most of the night tossing and turning, her mind replaying Greg’s comments over and over. The doubts had only grown stronger, and she found herself second-guessing everything—from her outfit to her ability to do her job.

As she walked through the office, she noticed the way her colleagues looked at her. Normally, she would have strolled through the office with confidence, but today, every glance felt like a judgment. She had decided against wearing one of her new colorful dresses, not wanting to give off the wrong impression, but now, even her usual business attire somehow felt wrong.

Melanie’s first meeting of the day was with her team to go over an important case. As she took her seat at the conference table, she couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone was staring at her, waiting for her to mess up. When the discussion began, she tried to contribute, but the inner voice that had plagued her yesterday whispered doubts into her mind, causing her to hesitate.

“We’ve been trying your strategy Melanie, but it’s not working,” Steve said, cutting her off. “If we want to win this case then we have to switch to my plan. It’s what we should’ve done from the start.”

Normally, Melanie would have defended her ideas with irrefutable arguments. She truly believed that her strategy was still the best, it just needed more time. But today, she found herself at a loss for words.

Maybe I really am wrong…

Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing after all…

Doubt began to surface, and she found herself nodding along with Steve’s suggestions, too uncertain to disagree. As the meeting continued, Melanie stayed quiet, her confidence eroding as Steve convinced the group to switch to his plan.

Melanie could feel herself slipping into the background, the once-clear voice of her thoughts now a muddled mess of insecurity. By the time the meeting ended, she felt emotionally drained. The weight of her self-doubt was crushing, and she couldn’t shake the sense that she was losing control—of her work, her mind, and herself.

As she returned to her office, the nagging fear that Greg had been right all along settled in her chest, making it hard to breathe. Melanie felt the pressure building up inside her. Greg’s harsh words, the doubts from the meeting, the growing sense of inadequacy—it was all too much. She tried to push it all away, but the stress was overwhelming. It felt like she was barely holding it all together. Just one step away from falling apart.

Melanie remembered one of the stress-relief techniques Dr. Reed had taught her: close her eyes, clear her mind, and turn off all her thoughts. Just focus on her breathing and let everything fade away.

But as she emptied her mind, one thing still remained: Greg’s dismissive remarks.

Dumb bimbo…

Big breasts…

All you’re good for…

The words echoed louder and louder, each repetition digging deeper into her mind.

“Maybe I am just a dumb bimbo… Maybe that’s all I’m good for…” she thought, the last of her resistance fading away.

The words started to feel oddly comforting, a relief from the overwhelming pressure. As she kept repeating them, something inside her began to change. The serious, competent lawyer she’d been just moments ago seemed to melt away, replaced by a new version of herself—one that was ditzy, giggly, and carefree. One that never tried to act smart, because she knew she wasn’t.

As the pressure in her mind faded, Melanie slouched back in her chair. Her expression softened into a vacant, wide-eyed stare, and a playful giggle escaped her lips. She absentmindedly twirled her hair around her finger, her movements slow and flirtatious. Her thoughts floated away like bubbles, each one popping with a giggle, leaving behind a carefree joy that made serious matters seem like a distant memory.

Melanie slipped her hand down her long beige skirt and brushed her fingers between her thighs. The feeling was incredible. She’d never been so turned on before.

“Dumb bimbo! Big breasts! All I’m good for!” Melanie moaned loudly, feeling a rush of arousal. Her legs were spread across her desk as she plunged her fingers into her tingling pussy. Shortly after, she began to climax. She shivered from the overwhelming bliss that spread through every part of her.

But as the intense pleasure began to fade, the moment slipped away as quickly as it had started.

Melanie blinked in confusion as her posture straightened and her vacant smile faded. She glanced around her office, squinting as she tried to remember what she’d just been doing. Everything felt slightly off, but she wasn’t sure why. Regardless, she felt amazing.

Shaking her head, she dove back into her work with renewed determination. Melanie was ready to face her challenges head-on.