A CRAZY MISTAKE

                            by 

                         Joe Doe


A VERY SHORT STORY, SET IN THE HONEYPOT ASYLUM FOR WOMEN.



The newest doctor at Honeypot Asylum looked carefully at the 
patient's file.  He wasn't a really a doctor of course, but some 
would say that he did belong in an asylum.  Thomas Adams was a 
master manipulator of the system.  Over the years he had posed as 
an athletic coach, a security specialist, a prison guard, and a 
police officer.  All of his disguises allowed him to repeatedly 
achieve his one real goal: stripping women naked and humiliating 
them.  When he was finally caught, he had easily manipulated the 
system yet again, and was declared "not guilty by reason of 
insanity."  

But then his luck ran out.  The head of the asylum he was sent to 
was a Dr. Julia Beecham.  She immediately realized that Adams was 
a big fake who had conned the justice system as easily as he'd 
swindled every woman unlucky enough to cross his path. 

Dr. Beecham had then made his life a living hell.  "It was a good 
thing I was able to seduce that stupid nurse and escape," Adams 
mused.  "Beecham would have left me rotting in there forever."

But now he had more pressing matters on his mind.  His expert 
knowledge of computer systems had enabled him to "grant" himself 
a degree in medicine, and to get a job at the Honeypot Asylum for Women.  His knowledge of computers allowed him to issue arrest 
warrants, transfer orders, and commitment papers on any woman he 
chose.

Guess whom he chose?

Adams looked though the one-way mirror into the exam room.  He was 
used to seeing Julia Beecham dressed in an expensive power suit and 
a white lab coat.  She was always relaxed and in-control.

But she didn't look in-control now.  Now she sat shivering on the 
exam table, wearing just a thin paper gown.  It had taken Adams 
only a few keystrokes to strip the proud doctor of her medical 
degree, her freedom, and now the clothes on her back. 

He smiled as he looked at the trembling, half-naked woman.  He knew 
that Julia didn't know what was happening, or who had done this to 
her.  She thought it was just a dreadful, crazy mistake, which 
would soon be corrected.  Thomas Adams was going to enjoy seeing 
the look on her face when she realized that he was her new doctor.

He had told the nurse to go into the room and put the thermometer 
and a jar of lubricant on the counter.  As he had hoped, Julia had 
immediately checked out the thermometer when the nurse left.

Julia blushed 10 shades of red when she realized it was a rectal 
thermometer.  How delightful!

He had been up all night reading about the various treatment 
options.  A lobotomy was too severe; he wanted Julia to be aware of 
everything that was happening to her.  But there were countless 
psychiatric drugs with many delightful side effects: hair loss, 
incontinence, drooling, convulsions.

And, of course, there was always electroshock therapy....

He had already decided on a special throat spray that regrettably 
robbed the victim of the ability to speak for up to six months.  He 
knew that it would hard for her to tell anyone about her new 
doctor's true identity when she was mute and confined to a 
straitjacket 24 hours a day.

But he could decide on the details of her treatment later.  Now he 
was going to give her a full exam.  Complete.  Exhaustive. 

He was going to enjoy throwing Julia's cheap paper gown into the 
trash and ordering the proud doctor to put her feet into the cold 
steel stirrups.  He was going to relish the look on her face when 
he slid the rectal thermometer into her tight little bottom hole.  

And he would enjoy watching her squirm when he administered her 
first enema....

He could do anything he wanted to her now, and he intended to take 
full advantage of the situation.  The proud physician would be 
probed methodically, carefully, and mercilessly.

Anything less would be crazy.



Edited by C. Lakewood