The next session began much like the first. David entered the office with his usual calm demeanor, nodding politely as he climbed into the oversized chair. Vera, seated in her chair with her legs crossed, greeted him warmly. Today, she wore a pair of open-toed sandals, her size 16 feet displayed with casual confidence.

“So, how have things been since our last session?” she asked, her pen poised to take notes.

David shrugged. “Not much has changed. Just the usual stuff. Though, I’ll admit, last session stuck with me more than I thought it would.”

“Oh?” Vera leaned forward slightly, curious. “How so?”

“Well…” David hesitated, his cheeks flushing slightly. “You brought up something I don’t really talk about—how my size makes other people feel. I’ve been thinking about that a lot.”

Vera nodded, her gaze steady. “And what have you realized?”

David rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous. “It’s not just about how people see me. It’s also about… how I see them. Especially when it comes to, uh, certain things.”

Vera tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “What do you mean by ‘certain things’?”

David shifted uncomfortably. “This is going to sound weird, but I’ve always been… fascinated by... feet. I don’t know if it’s because it's easier for me to see people’s feet than to look up to their face, but yeah… weird right?”

Vera blinked, momentarily surprised, but quickly regained her professional composure. “Fascinated in what way?”

David sighed, his face turning red. “I mean… I tend to memorize people’s shoes, and for women, their feet. It’s almost as easy to recognize someone by their feet or shoes as it is their face.”

Vera’s eyes flicked down to her own feet, her long toes peeking out from the sandals. She couldn’t help but feel a jolt of intrigue and even some embarrassment. Her feet were enormous by any standard, but next to David’s, they must have seemed downright colossal.

“I appreciate your honesty,” she said carefully. “It’s not unusual for people to have preferences or attractions tied to their experiences. Do you think your fascination is connected to your size?”

“Probably,” David admitted. “Like I said, it’s just something constantly in my view. But in a way, I kind of like it. It’s hard to explain.”

Vera nodded thoughtfully, her mind racing. She’d always been aware of her own stature, her height and size often the subject of awe or envy. But hearing David describe his feelings added a new layer to her understanding.

“I think I see what you mean,” she said. “It’s not just about attraction—it’s about perspective, power, and contrast.”

David looked up at her, surprised. “Exactly. Most people don’t get that.”

Vera smiled faintly. “Well, I suppose it’s not something most people think about. But for you, it’s tied to your identity. It’s not something to be ashamed of, David.”

He nodded, relaxing slightly. “Thanks. It’s just… hard to bring up, you know?”

“I can imagine,” Vera said. “But this is a safe space. You can talk about anything here.”

As their session continued, Vera found herself increasingly aware of her own feet, their size almost comically large compared to David’s. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. Did he see them as imposing? Intriguing?

When the session ended, David stood to leave, his usual polite smile on his face.

“Thanks again, Vera,” he said.

“Of course,” she replied, her gaze following him as he walked to the door.

As he left, Vera leaned back in her chair, her thoughts lingering on the session.