That's a Job for a MILF 22.1 (Day 55)

DAY 55

The next morning, Patricia woke up late. It was Sunday, after all, and she had had a busy Saturday night. Samara showed up at ten-thirty. She explained she had gone there earlier, but Patricia was still sleeping. 

"I guess you were exhausted after last night" she giggled, serving Patricia's breakfast. "So, did you have fun?" 

"Kind of..." Patricia said sipping her tea. It was hard to understand how she didn't like tea before. She just couldn't live without it now. 

"Oh, this dreamy expression..." Samara said, with a smile growing on her face. "I know you, girl! You're trying to pretend this wasn't a big deal, but I can see the truth. You seem like a woman in love!"

"W-what?" Patricia exclaimed. "I'm not in love!" 

"I think you are!" Samara teased her. 

"We're just getting to know each other, okay?" 

"If you say so... But tell me, is he a good kisser?"

"Well, I have to say that..." Patricia stopped talking suddenly, and looked at Samara in surprise. "How do you know he kissed me?" 

"I told you, Patty. I know you, and you just admitted it!" 

"Fine! I see I have no choice, right? I have to tell you everything." 

"Exactly!" Samara smiled again. "Don't try to hide anything. I want to know every little detail of your date."

The truth was that Patricia was also dying to tell Samara about what had happened – she was her friend, after all. She just wasn't sure if she would really dare to talk about what happened...

She trusted Samara, however, and the young woman wanted to know. Thus, Patricia started talking. Pretty soon, the two women were giggling and squealing, excited. It was the first time Patricia had this kind of conversation as a female, and she realized that she enjoyed it a lot, and it wasn't being awkward as she had feared. 

As a man, especially a young one, talking about a date was all related to the girl's body and what goals the guy had been able to accomplish. As a woman, however, it was deeper. Samara wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted to know every little detail. Patricia talked about how Michael treated her, the restaurant where they went, what they ate and talked about, and what happened next, back to the clinic. Of course they also talked about Michael's body, but only at the right time, at the apex of the story. Patricia then related how he touched and kissed her, and how she felt about it. 

"Oh, Patty, I'm so happy for you!" Samara said. "I see you really had a great night, and Michael seems to be a gently and hot guy."

Patricia said nothing for a moment, and her expression was somehow different. 

"What's wrong?" Samara asked. "You look worried."

"Umm... I was just thinking... Don't you think that what I did was wrong?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, you know that I'm living as a woman just because of my career and this crazy plan... Yesterday, however, I kissed a guy for no apparent reason..." 

"Shhh... Stop it right now, girl! You are a woman now, and I'm sure Mrs. Larsen told you that you have to be sure of that. You can’t think of yourself as someone else. "

"Yes, but..." 

"No buts, Patty! Don’t try to complicate things. You're a woman! A woman doesn't need an apparent reason to kiss a man. We do this because it's fun, and you just told me how much fun you had!" 

"I… I guess you’re right." 

"Of course I am. There's nothing to worry about! Oh, talking about Mrs. Larsen, she told me she wanted to see you when you woke up."

"Do you know why?" 

"Not for sure, but she told me she has a surprise for you. I guess it's good thing." 

After breakfast, Patricia got changed to see her therapist. She wore a gray romper, black pumps heels, earrings, a pearl bracelet and a few rings. While she doing her makeup, she thought that maybe she could have dressed more casually since that was a meeting on a Sunday in the clinic itself. 

However, for some reason, in the last few days she had begun to feel sick when she wasn't dressed immaculately. She just needed to look stylish and chic all the time. It made her feel feminine and happy. It included high heels, of course. She needed them to feel confident. Heels were part of her own essence now… 

"Good morning, my dear" said the therapist when Patricia arrived at her office. "You look great today, as always. I love your romper!" 

"Thank you, Ma’am. Oh, and I love your earrings too! They’re so classy!" 

"That's very kind of you, Patricia. So, would you like to tell me about your meeting last night? Was everything okay?" the older woman asked, even though she knew very well how Patricia's night had ended, and this couldn’t have been better.

"Absolutely, Mrs. Larsen!" Patricia said, and then she once again she narrated the events of night before, but more briefly this time. Still, at the end she was pressured to admit that she had kissed Michael, which made her a little embarrassed.

"Splendid, my dear!" Mrs. Larsen said. "I told you that you would appreciate it, didn't I?"

"Yes, Mrs. Larsen. And… well… you were right" she blushed.  

"You've come a long way, Patricia, and I'm proud of you. You've turned out a lovely woman, fully adjusted to your new persona."

"Thank you, Ma'am." 

"Now, I think it's time to start the last part of your transformation and training. But before we deal with this, there's something else I need to tell you." 

"Samara said you had a surprise for me. Is that what you want to talk about now?"

"Yes, darling, and I’m sure you’ll love that! Do you remember that some time ago you asked me about Christine, your friend?"

"Of course! Is this the surprise? Did she come to visit me again?"

"Well, in fact she's been here for a few weeks now." 

"What? I don't understand." 

"Christine told me that she would like to help you in your endeavor" Mrs. Larsen lied. "She really has a lot of affection for you, and was willing to do anything. Thus, I thought about a role for her..." 

Before she could continue her explanation, they heard knocks on the door. "Excuse me" said a young woman, showing her head. "Mary told me that you wanted to see me when I left the pool, Mrs. Larsen." 

"That’s correct, Brianna, please come in." 

Patricia thought that the girl was very pretty and sexy – The kind of girl who would have made her excited in the past, when she was still a guy. Now, however, without even realizing it, Patricia just analyzed the girl’s outfit, hair and makeup, like any other woman. The young woman was wearing a hot pink bikini, emphasizing her slim and sensual body, a floral short sarong, white wedge heels and pink heart shaped sunglasses. Her hair was a bit wet, but still it looked beautiful, and she had fresh makeup on her face.

She entered the office moving her hips provocatively. It wasn’t like she was forcing herself to do this, though – this just seemed to be her natural way of walking. When she saw that Patricia was there, she squealed and smiled widely. As she approached, Patricia thought that her face seemed somehow familiar. But who would she be? Maybe Patricia had just seen her somewhere in the clinic before… But no, it wasn't that... 

The girl was only five steps away when Patricia remembered who she looked like. At the same time, she thought about what Mrs. Larsen had just said. 

Christine told me that she would like to help you in your endeavor… and was willing to do anything… 

But it wasn't possible, right? This girl just couldn't be Christine, Patricia’s old boss and friend!