That's a Job for a MILF 38.8

Suddenly, as if she were awakening from a long sleep, everything made sense to Suzanne. Mary had made a slight mistake in her deduction. Mr. Hill hadn't ordered the murder of someone as her friend had thought, although this wasn't so far from the truth... 

Now that Suzanne knew about Ms. Hill and Mrs. Larsen's connection, it wasn't difficult to know what had really happened. Mr. Hill was aware that Suzanne – or Patrick, at the time – intended to investigate him, and decided to get the man out of the way. It was when Mrs. Larsen stepped in… 

Suzanne couldn't believe how stupid she had been. All this time she had been convinced that Mrs. Larsen was helping her, when in fact she was an enemy. It made her wonder... how had she been persuaded to trust the older woman so blindly? There was only one possible explanation… Those tapes she had been instructed to listen to during the time she was at the clinic… All those strange sessions with Mrs. Larsen of which Suzanne remembered so little… That mysterious diary… All this had probably been used to mess up with her mind, making her trust Mrs. Larsen and probably even fall in love with Mr. Hill. 

Suzanne couldn't deny that this had been a brilliant diabolical plan. Mr. Hill would not only get rid of someone who was a problem to him, but also get a lover molded according to his desire in every little detail, who would be crazy about him. 

This discovery leaded to much more important questions, though... Had Suzanne also been manipulated into believing that she enjoyed being a woman? Was it possible that all the pleasures she had experienced in her new life had been just an illusion? 

And there was something more…

Mrs. Larsen had told Suzanne that all the procedures to which she had been subjected were reversible, but now Suzanne knew the clinic owner wasn’t trustworthy. What if Suzanne was stuck as a woman forever? She felt a shudder at the thought of her prosthetic vagina. Was it truly a prosthetic thing? It was hard to believe it. She had been fucked less than an hour before, after all… How could this be even possible unless she had a real vagina?

Now it seemed undeniable that she had been submitted to a sex reassignment surgery… Her male parts were gone, and she had no idea if there a way to reverse this…

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"Bree, honey, we need to talk" Suzanne told her daughter when she got home.

"Sure, mom. What’s up?" Brianna asked, without taking her eyes off her phone. 

"Can you pay attention to me for a moment, please? Thank you. This is important."

Seeing that Brianna was finally looking at her, Suzanne took a deep breath, getting ready for what she was about to say. That wouldn't be easy, though. She had been avoiding this subject for a long time, but now she had no choice anymore. 

"Bree... Do you remember... Umm... Do you remember who you were in the past?" 

"What are you, like, talking about, mom? It makes no sense! I mean, I've always been Bree, right?" she giggled. 

"Not exactly, honey..." Suzanne said, caressing the teen girl's hair. "Please, try a little harder and you'll remember... We were different people before going to the Mrs. Larsen's clinic. Does the name Christine Moss ring a bell?"

Brianna looked up with a confused expression. For a moment, Suzanne was almost sure that her daughter was remembering everything. But then, suddenly, her face became a mask of horror and despair. 

"Stop that right now, mom!" she cried out, getting up. "I don't know kind of joke is this, but this is not funny, okay? No funny, at all!" she added, heading to her bedroom. 

"Wait, Bree! We're not finished yet!" Suzanne said, following her. "You need to..." but before she could complete the sentence, Brianna had already closed the door on her face. 

Feeling defeated and guilty, Suzanne returned to the living room. She should have been more careful while addressing the issue. Her approach hadn't been subtle enough, and now her daughter was suffering, which she hated to see. 

But at the same time... Suzanne knew that Brianna wasn’t truly her daughter. She wasn't even called Brianna! Her real name was Christine Moss, and she used to be Suzanne’s – or Patrick’s – boss. Why couldn't she remember that? Perhaps Mrs. Larsen's hypnosis techniques had had a stronger effect on her? Or maybe she simple didn't want to remember about her past because she was much happier now? 

But if that was the case, what would Suzanne do? She loved Christine – or Brianna – as any other mother would love her children… But was that a legitimate feeling or had it just been implanted in her mind by Mrs. Larsen like everything else? 

The truth was that Suzanne was feeling more confused and lost than ever…

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