The timer beeps. It's officially her third day.
She closes her coloring book and puts her colored pencils away.
She orders some Aphrodia juice and slurps it through a straw.
... mmmmm. Alright, time to take on the day.
Getting therapy may be humiliating and ridiculous, but it's probably her best bet at this point, sad to say.
She runs a hand through her hair. What is her life.
Alright let's get serious about this. Can she do this? Should she do this?
Yes, she can. She's a big girl and she's had awkwarder conversations in the service of her transition.
And yes, she should. This is the time. She's unlikely to get better help than here.
So...
"Sorry, I'm unavailable!", chirps the recording on the other end of the line. "If you want to set up an appointment, call the central bookings service at 555-0619, not my personal number. Thank you!"
"Hello? You've reached the Bowers Sex Therapy Centre, Dr. Clematis speaking. Can I help you?"
That's not who she was expecting to get but she'll roll with it.
"I was looking into doing some therapy for a... kink I'm having difficulty accomodating or accepting."
"You're in luck," says Clematis. "That's my exact line of work. Would you like to come in in person or would you prefer to speak over the phone? I have an hour open, so..."
"Because it's... taboo and wrong. And embarassing and I worry that it'll hurt how others see me."
"That you're a starfish? Uh, okay, I get your point. ... it's taboo because I'm pretending to be a category of person for whom it's morally and legally wrong to have sex. Children aren't supposed to have sex, when it happens it's violence towards them."
"Because... there's such a dramatic power imbalance between them and adults that it's essentially never not coerced."