That's a Job for a MILF 25.2

DAY 71

"Hi, Suzanne, my dear, how are you feeling?" Mrs. Larsen asked. 

It was Wednesday night, and Suzanne was in the therapist's office for another session. Mrs. Larsen had returned to the clinic two days earlier, the very day Suzanne had been allowed to return to her room. 

"I'm still feeling a little pain, but it's getting better" she said. She still had bandages all over her body, but she was already being able to walk slowly. 

"I'm glad to hear that" Mrs. Larsen said. "Just remember that it will be worth it." 

"T-that's right" Suzanne said, although she was apprehensive. She still didn't know what Dr. Reid had done with her body, although some things were already worrying her. Her boobs, for example, were extremely heavy now – so heavy and large that they made her back ache sometimes. She just hoped that their current size was due to the swelling, and that this procedure was reversible, of course!

In addition, she could feel that her butt was much bigger. When she sat down, it was almost as if she was on a pillow. It also changed the way she walked. She realized that now she was naturally swinging her hips a lot at every step. 

Everyone continued to treat Suzanne as if she had always been a woman, and Mrs. Larsen was especially good at it. When they met again for the first after Suzanne's surgery, the therapist kept her word and made no mention of "Patrick". 

 "I think you were very wise in deciding to spend some time in our clinic after everything that happened" she said during this first meeting. "It'll certainly be very great for you and your daughter."

"I agree, Mrs. Larsen." 

"Good, but you don't need to call me Mrs. Larsen. I'm not that older than you, my darling" she laughed. And from that point on, Suzanne began to call her only Theresa. It was a little weird at first, but somehow made sense. We are two middle-aged women, after all, Suzanne thought, and then felt a shiver. 

In all the sessions, Mrs. Larsen always asked how her patient was feeling about her life, and her plans for the future now that she was a widowed woman. Suzanne kept the character, talking like the person she had met through that diary – the person she was now. She knew she was expected to do so, and all this meant that she was closer and closer to being ready for her mission, which was exciting. She just hoped she didn't dive so deeply into her new persona to the point of losing her old self… 

DAY 75

Suzanne woke up feeling nervous and anxious. That would be the day Dr. Reid would remove her bandages, so she would be able to see her new body. She got dressed with some difficulty – she put on just a simple white dress and flats, and approached the mirror to comb her hair, which virtually was the only part of her body that wasn't covered by the bandages. 

While she was doing this, she noticed something really, really disturbing... 

"What's wrong, Ms. Mason?" Samantha asked, hurrying into the room at the sound of Suzanne's screams. She was carrying the other woman's breakfast. 

"My hair! Look at my hair!" Suzanne cried out, pointing to her own head frantically. 

"Umm... I can't see anything wrong." 

"What? I have a white hair! Right here, look closely!" 

"Oh, Ms. Mason, I suppose that white hair can be annoying, but you don't need to worry so much about it. I'm sure the girls at the salon can take care of this issue." 

"You don't understand, Samara. I'm too young to have white hair! It doesn't make any sense, at all!" 

"Of course you're young, Ms. Mason. Someone in their forties isn’t an old person, let alone a gorgeous woman like you! However, at your age, it's not that uncommon to have some white hair. If that is the first time this happens to you, I have to say you really are blessed. I have an aunt who already had lots of white hair at thirty-two!"

Patricia got even more frustrated. Samara was still acting as if she really were a forty-seven years old woman. At that moment, though, Suzanne couldn't keep pretending. She was shocked because she knew her true age – even if it seemed strange to think of herself as someone so young – and a twenty-something person wasn't supposed to have white hair!

"I understand that you are feeling sad, Ms. Mason" Samara said. "That kind of thing can shake the confidence of anyone. But as I said, the girls at the salon can… Oh, I just had a great idea!"

"What idea?"

"Something to improve your self-esteem! I'm sure you're going to love it! I just need to know if Dr. Reid agrees with this." 

"Well, would you care to tell me what you have in mind?" Suzanne said in exasperation. 

"Just trust me, Ms. Mason. I'll be right back!" and then, Samara left the room without another word…