That's a Job for a MILF 21.4 (Day 54)

Over the next few days, Brianna's treatment continued. The woman sometimes was still trying to fight what was happening, but this was getting harder and harder. She couldn't explain why, but she really loved her new clothes and her increasingly rejuvenated appearance. I feel so sexy, she thought constantly. My old stuff were, like, so boring. I used to dress like a grandma. I just love showing off my beautiful and hot body! My new clothes are so colorful, pretty and provocative. I just looove wearing them!

In the rare moments she could resist those new urges and think like her old self, she then remembered that she needed to be Brianna to help Patricia. No... Her real name, or better, his real name was... Brianna couldn't say anymore. But she knew she loved Patricia very much and that she needed help the older woman, who in fact was a younger guy… 

Oh, all this is so complicated! I'm tired of thinking about that. Maybe I should try on some of my new clothes... Just to, like, relax a little bit! There's a new short pink dress in my wardrobe that is so cute! I'll definitely look hot in this!

Mrs. Larsen also gave Brianna many magazines for teenage girls, and told the girl that she needed to read everything carefully because she would be questioned about the content later. Brianna hated this at first, but since her personality was changing dramatically, it soon became her favorite reading. It was so nice knowing about fashion trending, makeup for young ladies and dating tips… 

She also got a new phone (a pink one, with a glitter case). The phone was blocked for calls and couldn’t access most of the sites. This way, even if Brianna wanted to ask for help it was impossible. All she could access were some sites aimed at teenage girls. Still, she started carrying the phone everywhere. She simply couldn't be seen without it, which pleased Mrs. Larsen – her patient was really starting to act like a perfect teenager.

Brianna's transformation was being amazing, but her therapist knew that pretty soon it wouldn’t be so pleasant to deal with her. Her mind was being shaped so that she could be an airhead, spoiled girl. Thus, she would obviously become a bit petulant. Besides, Mrs. Larsen expected her to have some of the common teenager rebellion – or a lot of that, since she had been such a straight-arrow person in her first adolescence. 

That was exactly what started happening…

"Brianna, are you listening to me?" Mrs. Larsen asked during a session, a few days later. 

"Sure!" the girl said, without taking her eyes off her phone and chewing gum annoyingly.

"Well, why don't you put your phone down for a minute so we can talk better?"

"My phone?" she exclaimed outraged, as if this were the most absurd thing she had ever heard. "Don't worry, ma'am. I can do two things at once, like, perfectly fine" she said, popping a bubble gum. 

Of course you can, Mrs. Larsen thought cynically. As long as it’s chewing gum and thinking about boys.

"Even so, my dear, I would appreciate it if you could focus entirely on our conversation" the therapist insisted. 

"Fine! If you want it so badly…" Brianna said, upset. "Let me just finish something."

Mrs. Larsen decided to wait for a while, but five minutes later there was still no hint that the girl would start paying attention to her. 

"That's enough!" the woman said pissed off. She then got up and took the phone from Brianna's hands. 

"Hey?! Who do you think you're to take my phone? Give me it back!" 

"Don't talk to me like that, young lady! If you behave, I’ll give your phone back at the end of the session. But if your attitude doesn't change, it'll stay with me for a few days. You need to grow up!" 

"Oh really?" Brianna said, mockingly. "From what I remember, it was you who wanted me to be a teenage girl. Aren't you happy now, Mrs. Larsen?" 

This little brat is right, Mrs. Larsen thought, sighing. It seemed like she had created a monster...