That's a Job for a MILF 21.3 (Day 54)

When Christine fully regained consciousness, a few days later, she got shocked. She was looking very, very different… At least ten years younger! She was in a large pink room, with girly stuff everywhere, and she was wearing a hospital gown. Desperate, she approached the wardrobe to find something else to put on to dress and get out of that place. 

"W-what?" she cried seeing the clothes available. That wasn't the kind of clothing a middle-aged woman would wear. There were many low-cut tops, shorts, miniskirts and frilly dresses. The lingerie was provocative, with many bows and ruffles, and there were also some panties with cute prints, like polka dots, little hearts, and emojis. In addition, she found in the room many accessories and make-up products that would only be appropriate for a teenage girl. 

Christine knew very well that there was no way she could wear any of that stuff. But you could look so pretty! Said a voice inside her head. 

"Wow! What was that?" she wondered. "Where did this thought come from?" 

She couldn't say, but she began to feel an uncontrollable urge to try on one of those panties. She had always been a very serious person, even when a teenager. She had never worn panties like that. She didn't even know how that felt… Maybe it was nice…

"No!" she told herself firmly. "I can't do that! I am a grown woman, not a silly teenager!"

But it wasn't like she had choice. Her old clothes couldn't be seen anywhere, after all, and she needed to escape from that place. Her cell phone had disappeared too, so she couldn't even ask someone for help. 

She then wore one of the panties – a red one with white polka dots and a bow in the front – and also a matching bra. 

Oh I look so pretty! She thought, before she could control herself. I looove looking pretty! I must look this pretty all the time… I'm sure I could attract much more attention, especially from the boys!

Again, Christine had no idea why she was thinking those things, and it wasn’t all… Seeing herself wearing that lingerie made her feel good. More than that: before long she was completely soaked down there. 

It was mind-blowing too. She just couldn’t understand. Christine had never had much libido, and she had always been a rational person. At that moment, though, she was almost being controlled by her emotions… 

She took her hands down her panties and was about to start enjoying herself when she heard knocking on the door. 

"W-who is it?" she asked, surprised.

"It's Mrs. Larsen, honey. Can I come in?" 

"Just a minute, please!" 

Christine then got dressed hastily, picking up the most modest clothes she could find: a white sleeveless blouse, jeans, and white flats with pink polka dots. In the meantime, she calmed down a bit, and was able to think rationally again. It was clear that there was something wrong with her. These thoughts... These urges... He concluded that those crazy people at that clinic weren’t only changing her body but also her mind! She didn't know how, but this was the only logical explanation. 

"What are you doing to me?" she shouted when she finally opened the door. 

"I don't understand, my dear" Mrs. Larsen said quietly, with a false puzzled expression. 

"Oh, really? Just look at me! Do I look the same as before?" 

"Of course not! And if I may say so, you look so much better! You're very beautiful today, honey!" 

Christine didn't know why but she felt good upon that. I just love to hearing that I'm beautiful! She thought involuntarily. And she also started to feel a little horny again… 

"B-but I didn't authorize you to change my appearance!" she stated. "I don't know how you did this, but I look a lot younger… Almost like another person!"

"I guess you're a little tired and confused, my dear. Of course, you agreed to the treatment. I wouldn't do anything without your permission!" 

"This is not true!" 

"Well, it's funny you say that, because I even have a consent form signed by you authorizing the treatment." 

Upon hearing this, Christine became even more confused. Slowly, she began to remember she had actually signed the papers ... but had it really happened or had it been just a dream? 

"W-why would I do that?" she asked, anxious. 

"You said you were willing to do anything to help Patricia."

"Yeah, but... Wait a minute... Who is Patricia?!" 

"This is Patrick, Brianna, my dear. But now you must call her Patricia. Or even better: mom."

"W-what?" that conversation was sounding so crazy that Christine wondered if she hadn't already lost her sanity, and all that was just hallucination. 

"Bree, listen to me" Mrs. Larsen said in a maternal voice, approaching the girl, and stroking her hair. The woman was pleased to realize that Christine hadn't gotten surprised to be called Brianna, or even Bree. She certainly still knew what her old name was, but not for long – Her subconscious was already starting to accept her new identity. "You know that Patricia has a very important mission ahead of her, honey, and since you love her so much you have volunteered to help out. She needs to be a middle-aged woman, and you'll be her daughter. This way, her disguise will be perfect. But you need to look even younger." 

"H-how can you do that?" 

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Don’t you remember you said you would like to be a more carefree person?"

"Did I say that? I... I guess so... but... How long will this last? And what about my work?" 

"Bree, you're worrying again. These details do not matter to you anymore. For all intents and purposes, you don't have a job, after all." 

"B-but..." 

"I'll tell you what, if you promise to relax and be a good girl, I can get you a bikini and then you can go to the clinic’s pool. How does it sound?" 

"A bikini? A pretty one? I…I mean…" Christine stammered, surprised by what she had said. What the hell was wrong with her? That situation was so stressful… Just don't think so much about it, said the voice in her mind. Why don’t you focus on just having fun?

"Of course it'll be a pretty one, Bree. You love looking beautiful and sexy, don't you?" Mrs. Larsen said with a wink.

"Wait... you called me what?" Christine asked, finally noticing her new name.

"Just relax, Bree. Remember our agreement…"