Miracles do happen. I know. As I sit here and hold our new baby in my arms, I know this for a fact. We had been trying to have a baby for years with no luck. All it took was some “stress treatments” to fix that problem.

About a year ago, I was talking to my boss, Felicia, up at work about how we were trying to have a kid and were not having any luck. Sure, my husband and I were having sex, but there was no passion, and it all seemed mechanical, like a chore. I just could not seem to get pregnant.

“Macey...” (that’s me) “Macey,” she said, “I think you need some stress treatments.”

About once or twice a week, Felicia takes a two-hour lunch to go receive “stress treatments”. No one knows much about it, but she always looks very relaxed and calm afterwards.

“I don’t know,” I told her. “I have so much work to do, and we cannot afford more medical bills.” We had seen a fertility expert and ended up wasting a lot of money; the last thing we needed was something else to waste our money on.

“But this is covered by our insurance,” she told me, “and I am your boss; I say how much work you have to do.” She had a point there.

“Hmmm,” I considered, “I guess, but when can we go?” Why argue with the boss when she is offering to cut your workload?

“Well, I have an appointment today,” Felicia explained. “You should come along with me and get treated at the same time.”

Short notice, but okay. “Sure!”

“Great! I will come by and get you when it is time to go.”

I watched her walk away. I have never been into women, but something about her is very sexual. She does not even have that great of a body. She has a very short, lithe body with a tight ass and about a B-size chest. She is in her thirties, but she could be mistaken for a developing teen.

An hour later, I am buried in my work and totally oblivious to the world around me. Felicia walks up and asks if I am ready to go.

“Ready?” I look confused.

“Stress treatment?” She draws out the two words slowly like she is speaking to some foreigner that she is trying to get to understand English.

“Oh, yeah!” Now looking stupid, “I forgot, I just need to finish.”

“No, now!” She did not yell, but was very firm with her tone of voice to me. “I do NOT want to be late for my treatment. You can finish whatever you are working on later.”

“Okay, okay!” I meekly responded, putting down my pen. “Just let me get my purse.”

It was not a long ride there to the clinic. It looked pretty much like all clinics. It was very drab and boring on the outside, and the waiting area was just as bad. I managed to find a “Family Life” on the table that was fairly new, fairly new being only three years old and newer than all the rest. I was deep into an article about mulching kitchen waste when I finally heard our names called.

“Felicia Morgan and Macey Day.” The nurse was as plain, normal, and boring as everything else here.

The nurse, Gloria, her name badge declared, led us down a hallway of identical doors with those little lights and chart racks outside of each one.

“Here we are.” Gloria finally declared, arriving at a door just like all the others. “Please step inside and remove your clothing. There are gowns you can wear. A nurse will be along shortly.”

“Thank you, Gloria!” Felicia stated, bubbly as our guide left back down the hall. My boss seemed to be getting totally into this and was looking forward to whatever came next.

Inside, Felicia wasted no time and was naked before I could even start unbuttoning my shirt. She looked even more like a teen than before. Her small breasts were extremely perky, and she only had a few thin wisps of pubic hair.

“Do you like?” Felicia said in a girlish voice I had never heard from her before.

“I ... um...” caught checking out my own boss, I was at a loss of what to say or do. “It’s nice.” I finally stammered.

“Great!” she said while helping me with my own shirt buttons. Before long, she had me standing next to her as naked as she was. I was still in slight shock until she handed me a blue gown and started putting one on herself.

“I have been getting treatments for a couple of years now.” I slightly heard her talking to me; I was concentrating on getting my body covered up again. “You would not believe how much stress it relieves and how better you feel afterwards.”

The gown was much too small and only barely covered my midshaft. Felicia’s gown was just even shorter. In fact, every time she moved her arms around, her peach fuzz-covered snatch came into view, and I found myself staring at her again.

I was brought back to reality when there was a knock on the door, and a nurse walked in. It was not Gloria this time. This nurse was wearing the type of nurse’s outfit you might see in a porno flick. The skirt barely covered her ass, and she had cleavage trying to bust its way out of her top. Her name badge read “Bambi”.

“Let’s see.” She was reading from our folders. “Felicia, you are here for a booster treatment, and Macey is it?” She looked up from the folders and smiled at me. All I could do was dumbly nod.

“Macey, as it is your first time here, we will have to start you on an initial treatment. Waxing, massage, and injection.”

“Ooo!” Felicia perked up, “An injection! My next injection is not until next week. I am SO jealous.”

“An injection?” I meekly said.

“It’s great!” my boss eagerly replied. “Scientists have found that certain male hormones in a woman’s body help to fight depression and stress. You have to wait to see. I don’t want to ruin it for you.” She then shut up and just stood there with a ‘I know something you don’t know’ smile stretched across her face.

“Felicia,” Bambi said, “will you be needing a waxing?”

Shamelessly, my boss hiked up the bottom of the gown and viewed herself in the mirror. She even ran a hand through her little mound of cute fur. “Yeah, it is getting a little long.”