Shrunk by Your Shrink

Stress has been getting to you lately. Or so your boss says. Forced into therapy to deal with your mental baggage, you figure it’s an easy way to get this over with and get back to work. But your therapist seems to think you need some highly aggressive treatment. One minute you’re talking about wanting to cut your sessions short, and the next you find yourself on her bed, a giant bed, with her big smiling face looking down on you.