That's a Job for a MILF 25.1 (Day 67)

DAY 67

Patrick Donovan woke up slowly, feeling confused and disoriented. "What the hell am I?" He wondered, looking around. The place was entirely pink and there were no windows in sight. "Hello? Is anyone here?" he asked, more and more nervous. He had no idea what was going on, but he didn't like it at all. 

Suddenly, he saw something that looked like a figure of someone, but it was hard to be sure. When the figure began to approach, Patrick heard the click of high heels. 

"W-who are you?" he asked, afraid. 

"Don't you recognize me, darling?" said a female voice. 

"N-no! Tell me who you are now!" 

"Calm down, honey... You don't have to be afraid of me. Pretty soon you will understand everything..." 

The person moved closer, and now Patrick could see the woman who was talking to him. She was in her early thirties, had dark blonde curly hair, and a pretty face. She was wearing a black corset with pink details, silk black panties, fishnet stockings, and 4-inch black pump heels. She definitely had a beautiful body, and the way she moved her hips at every step was dizzying. 

Patrick thought she looked strangely familiar... 

"Do you like what you see?" the woman asked. 

"Y-yes" Patrick stammered, almost hypnotized. 

"Good..." 

When Patrick realized it, the woman was right in front of him, less than one step away. 

"Now, why don't you touch my body?" 

"W-what? I can't do that!" 

"Why not? I know you want that, and I'm saying this is okay... Just go ahead..." 

And so Patrick did. He just couldn't resist that woman. 

"My skin is very soft, isn't it?" she asked, while he ran his hands down her arms to her hips. 

"Yeah..." Patrick said. 

"I’m glad to know you like that. And you still haven't seen anything!" 

The woman then revealed her incredible boobs, and Patrick touched them right away. 

"Oh yeah" the woman moaned. "Aren't they fantastic?" 

"They truly are" Patrick said, aroused. 

"Don't you think it would be amazing to have boobs like these?"

"W-what?" 

"Look down, sweetie."

When Patrick did so, he saw two bumps emerging on his chest. 

"What the hell is going on?" he cried out, horrified. 

"Haven't you understood it yet? I am you, darling. Or better, you are me." 

After she said that, Patrick began to change. All he could do was watch his body becoming smaller and feminine, with a thin waist, wide hips and a rounded butt. His outfit was transformed too, and soon he was also wearing a corset, stockings, panties and high heels. Finally, he felt his hair growing, and his face becoming soft and delicate. He had become an exact copy of the woman.

"It can't be true!" he said in a feminine voice with British accent, feeling the taste of his – now her – lipstick. 

"Surely it can, silly! Now you're Suzanne Marie Mason, a stunning woman! And you love that, don't you?" 

"No, I don’t like it!"

"Oh really? Then why are you rubbing your body like this?" 

"I'm not..." Before the new Suzanne could complete the sentence, she realized that her copy was right. Her hands, which now had long red nails, were caressing her whole body, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

"Isn't it amazing to be a woman?" 

Suzanne tried to say no again, but she was too horny for that. She began to moan uncontrollably as she squeezed her boobs. Oh, how I love having boobs! She thought, before she could control herself. 

"I know you do, my dear" said her copy. "Oh, don't look so surprised. Of course I can read your thoughts. You and I are the same people, after all. And there is no way back to us... We're going to be Suzanne forever..."

"N-no!"

"Shhh... Don't try to fight it, Suzanne… We've already changed so much… And this is just the beginning... We're going to change even more..." 

 Suzanne woke up again, this time for real. It had been just a nightmare – a terrible nightmare. As she tried to control her breathing, she noticed something wrong. She could barely move her body, and she was in pain everywhere. With much effort, she managed to lift her head slightly, and realized that her whole body was covered with bandages. She was looking like a mummy! Could this be another nightmare? 

"Oh, Mom, are you finally awake?" She heard a familiar voice asking. Soon, Brianna's face entered her field of vision. "It was, like, about time! I was getting bored here while you were playing Sleeping Beauty" she giggled. 

Suzanne tried to ask what had happened, but she was also unable to move her jaw. 

"Don't try to speak!" Brianna told her. "Dr. Reid explained that you won't be able to do this for a few days, until you are fully recovered from the procedures." 

The procedures! Suzanne thought that this was the only explanation for her condition. But she couldn't remember having already been subjected to those damn procedures. What day was that, after all? When she tried to think about it, her head hurt even more. 

"Relax, Mom" Brianna continued. "You seem like about to freak out, but the doctor said that everything went well, and you'll look wonderful when all this swelling is better."

But despite Brianna’s words, Suzanne got even more worried. Whatever Dr. Reid had done to her, it seemed very extensive. She couldn't help it but thought of the words her copy had said in the nightmare: We've already changed so much… And this is just the beginning... We're going to change even more...