That's a Job for a MILF 39.4

"Is there something wrong, Suzanne?" Julie asked, concerned. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Suzanne didn't know how to answer that question. This couldn't be happening… It was too much to handle! How could she not have realized before that she was talking to her own fiancée? What was she going to do now? 

For long seconds, she just kept looking at Julie, feeling extremely guilty. The girl was right in everything she had said. After her disappearance, Suzanne – or Patrick – had never called her to at least explain what was going on. Suzanne was so focused on her mission that such an idea never crossed her mind. She hadn't considered how much Julie should be suffering not knowing what had happened to her fiancé... 

"Umm... I'm fine, my dear!" Suzanne said, trying to buy some time while her mind worked furiously. "I just got surprised because... well... you look very much like someone I knew once..."

"Really?" Julie studied Suzanne's features intently, as Suzanne hoped that the young woman could somehow realize who Suzanne was for real… But soon such a foolish hope turned into frustration. "I don't think so, Suzanne. I'm quite good at remembering faces, and I don't think I've ever seen you before."

Of course, Suzanne thought, defeated. How could Julie recognize her fiancé when everything she could see was a mature woman? But Suzanne had to do something to change that situation… Anything!

"Well, my dear" she started, holding Julie's hands tightly. She was about to say the truth… The words were about to come out of her mouth… But she lost her nerve at the very last moment. She just needed a little more time to get ready, or at least she believed so... "I g-guess you are right... Just forget it. This is not important, at all…"

"Are you sure? In any case, I have to say that I am really glad to have had the good fortune to meet you tonight, Suzanne" Julie said, with the two of them still holding hands. "You’ve helped me to see my situation from a new perspective, and I am very grateful for that. I… I'll follow your advice... I'm going to find Noah right now and tell him that I accept to be his girlfriend."

"Will you?!" Suzanne asked, about to freak out. 

"Yes. You made me realize this is right thing to do, so I must thank you again for opening my eyes!" 

Suzanne one more time just kept staring at Julie, not knowing what to say. She couldn't let that happen! Julie needed to know the truth... But at the same time, Suzanne didn't know if she would really be able to do this… Not when she was seeing her fiancé smiling so brightly for the first time that night. How would Julie react to knowing that Suzanne was in fact Patrick? And more importantly, what would she have to gain by that? 

I'd just drag her into this mess that is my life right now, Suzanne concluded, sadly. I have no right to make her suffer even more… First, there is no way in hell to prove that I truly used to be Patrick. She'd probably think I'm just some kind of mad woman or maybe something even worse... And even if she does believe me… Then what? What kind of couple could we be now? That would only complicate things even further...

Suzanne felt a lump in her throat as she realized the implications of the decision she was making. If she was truly going to hide her real identity from Julie, it meant she could no longer expose Mr. Hill in front of the whole company, as she had planned. And even if she decided to do this later, in a more private situation, it would still be too risk, raising many inconvenient questions.

I'm completely stuck, she thought, feeling the full weight of that realization. There was no turn back. She was going to be Suzanne Mason Marie Mason, now and forever… 

Deep down, however much she had tried to delude herself, she had already been aware of that fact for some time now. Her face and body had been so drastically feminized and aged – through countless procedures – that even if some extremely talented doctor was able undo some of such procedures, she doubted it would be enough for her to look like in the past. 

There was also the matter of her private parts. She had a vagina now, and she knew it was a real, functional one. It would be just impossible for her to perform as a man in an intimate encounter even again. 

As if all this wasn't enough, Suzanne also had to think of Christine – or Brianna. The woman's mind had been so messed up that she had completely forgotten about her past. For all intents and purposes, she was a teenager who was absolutely sure that Suzanne had always been her mother. How could Suzanne abandon her, especially considering she truly loved Brianne as a real daughter?

Suzanne's life as a man was definitely over now. Patrick was dead, and the only thing she could do was to try her best to adapt to that reality... 

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"Oh, you are back, honey" Mr. Hill said, when Suzanne finally returned to the table. "You took a long time in the bathroom, you know..."

"Did you miss me?" she teased him, knowing that at least for now she had to keep the charade. 

"I always miss you, as you know very well" the man smiled at her. "Also... I intend to say some words when the old McFarland is finally done with his speaking" he said, pointing to the stage. "I would hate you to miss what I have to say."

Suzanne felt a shiver upon hearing that. Apparently she hadn't been the only one who had planned a surprise for that night. And she had a feeling that whatever Mr. Hill was about to say, it wouldn't be good for her...