"It sounds like you could benefit from some practice asking for embarrassing things." 

"... yeah."

"Okay, so. What do you want to be able to do?"

"I want to be able to... ask someone to treat me like a child during sex."

"Be more specific than that. How?"

"I want... to make a pillow fort with someone and then have sex in it. To color with someone. To drink aphrodia juiceboxes during aftercare and turn it into middlecare. For someone to brush my hair again. To cuddle someone as the little spoon. To... be in a smaller body..." 

She stumbles. 

"It's not unusual for people to put on roleplay bodies here in the Bowers, don't think that you're weird for that."

"... okay."

"I think that makes a very natural one hundred on our exposure scale. Of what you've listed so far, what's easiest?"

"Probably being the little spoon."

"And above that?"

"Having my hair brushed."

"Keep going."

"Then coloring, then sex in a pillow fort, then... probably something with namecalling... then trying a roleplay body at the extreme high end."

"That sounds like a good exposure therapy plan to me. What are you so far comfortable with?"

"... I can handle hairbrushing and cuddling."

"Okay. I'm going to give you an assignment, and that is to go to your assigned therapeutic escort - I believe Tasha's working with me this week - and ask them to color with you. Can you do that? Does it seem like too much of a stretch?"

"No, I think I can do that. It helps that I know Tasha."

"Well, the Bowers organizes things like that for us sometimes. Is there anything else you'd like me to cover?"

"No, I, um... I think I'm good!"

"Well thank you for calling. Please try to finish your assignment and get back to me promptly, okay?"

"Okay!"

"It's been a pleasure serving you." Click.

She puts down the phone. 

... that could've gone much worse.

Her phone rings.