Summer is going out on a date but with her anxiety at max she can't stop the juice from flowing. What will she do? (This story is only on my Patreon All-Access Tier.)

              “I don’t think I can do this, doctor!”

              A haggard voice buzzed out of Summer’s cell phone.  “Hun, I know I told you that you could call me anytime, but it’s the middle of the night.  What could be such an emergency?”

              “I am going on a date tomorrow.  Oh god, the stress.  The anxiety.  I am going to turn into a blueberry for sure.”

              “Just take the medication I prescribed for you.”

              “I don’t like it.  The damn stuff makes me feel funny.”  Summer crossed her arms.  “I didn’t go to therapy to get hopped up on medication.  I want you to help me work through my juicy ailments.  Besides, it doesn’t even help!”

              “Just give it time.”  Victoria yawned.  “It can take time to adjust to these things.”

              “When I took your stress medication, I became almost twice as big as I normally do when I juice up.”  She rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to stay calm.  “Look, isn’t there anything else we can try?  My date is tomorrow, and I don’t know what I am going to do.  I don’t want him to think I am some weird blueberry that gets off on my own juices.”

              “We can schedule you for an earlier visit.  How does next Friday sound?”

              “Ughhhh!”  Summer hung up and threw her cell phone across the room.  “Big fucking help that was.  Call me anytime, and I will help you with your stress and anxiety.  I will help you keep from juicing up into that horny blueberry you become.”  Summer took a deep breath.  “It’s okay.  No need to juice up over this.  Then you really, really won’t be seeing Tim tomorrow.”  She pulled at her arm.  “Oh, what a predicament I am in.”  Summer slid her way back into bed.  “Maybe instead of going to a therapist, I should have gone to some kind of specialist doctor.”  She shook her head as she pulled the covers up to her head.  “No, that is crazy.  I don’t want some hack treating me like a science experiment.”  She shivered.  “Huh.  Well, hopefully, I don’t wake up to a puddle of blueberry juice.”  She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.