That's a Job for a MILF 21.2 (Day 54)

Meanwhile back to the clinic…

"Hello, my dear. How are you feeling tonight?" Mrs. Larsen asked the young woman who entered her office. The girl didn't answer. After checking her reflection in the window, she just sat down and folded her arms with a petulant expression, all the time chewing bubble gum. 

God, young people can be so unpleasant and rude, Mrs. Larsen thought. I just hate dealing with them. I almost regret turning her into such a "perfect teenager".

"C'mon, Brianna" Mrs. Larsen insisted, sounding as friendly as possible. "You know you need to talk to me." 

"Don't call me Brianna!" the girl said angrily, rolling her eyes. "That's not my name!" 

"Don’t be silly, young lady. Of course that’s your name."

"No! It was you who came up with this name! My real name is... It's... Like… I don't remember!" she said, frustrated. "But that's because you messed up my mind, you witch!"

"Now Brianna you know you shouldn't disrespect older people this way, and your mother won't like to know about that. Do you want to be punished?" 

"She... I mean... he is not my mother! He's name is... Well, I kinda don't remember either, but he is a twenty-three years old guy who used to work for me!"

"Brianna, my dear, you have such a great imagination! However, you need to stop talking such nonsense or people won't take you seriously. How can someone work for you if you are only seventeen years old?" 

"This is a lie too!" the girl said, getting up and stomping her foot. "I'm a forty-two years old woman!"

That statement sounded so absurd that Mrs. Larsen had to struggle not to laugh. Brianna was wearing a pink crop top, which left her flat belly on display, and highlighted her firm, big boobs; extremely short jean shorts, showing her healthy and slender legs; pink and blue sandals; and some earrings and bracelets. 

Her hair was dark blond and slightly wavy; her nails and toenails were polished with bubblegum pink nail polish; and her cute face was perfectly made up. There were no wrinkles, crow's feet, or laugh lines on that face. Instead, the girl had big eyes, button nose and pouty lips. 

There was no way someone could believe that she was a forty-two years old woman, even if technically that was the truth.

Sometimes Mrs. Larsen herself got impressed by the ability of her staff. Dr. Reid's work on Brianna – or Christine, as she had been known before – was being brilliant. He had performed a treatment based on collagen, elastin, some acids and UV light to rejuvenate the woman's skin and also some specific parts of her body. 

Such treatment (experimental and not approved by FDA) had been developed by Dr. Reid and some colleagues in Eastern Europe many years before. He performed it pretty often in the clinic, and that was one of the reasons for the success of the place. 

However, Dr. Reid warned Mrs. Larsen that what she was asking for this time was something very extreme. It was easy for him to make someone look three or four years younger, but twenty five years was a completely different story. He had never tried this before, and wasn't sure about what could happen. Mrs. Larsen, however, told him to go ahead. "I fully trust you, Edward. And as an extra incentive, remember that we are being paid very well for this service."

A few weeks later, the doctor saw that the treatment was working, and then he supplemented this with some minor surgeries. After that, the woman was really looking like a teenage girl. However, the doctor told Mrs. Larsen that he would still perform some other procedures before he was done with her, so she would look exactly as request.

All of this was only part of the job, though. Mrs. Larsen knew that her task in this project would be even harder, but she liked a good challenge …

During the first days, Christine was kept sedated the whole time. Next, she spent some time in a semi-consciousness state, when she began to listen to some hypnotic tapes, and Mrs. Larsen started talking to her. The therapist induced her patient to open up about her life from her childhood to adulthood. 

She discovered that Christine had always been a very responsible and focused person. Not even during her teenage years she'd had some "moments of craziness". She had always been committed to studying, thinking about her future. 

This pattern followed in her adult life, and the woman prided herself on being an exemplary professional. She had been in some relationships, but nothing lasting, and she had never been married. 

"Why do you think things were like this, my dear?" Mrs. Larsen asked the woman – who was in trance – during one of those first sessions.

"I... I don't know... I just had to work and..."

"Yes, professional life is very important, but wouldn't you like to feel realized in other aspects too? Loving life... Starting a family...." 

"I... I d-don't..." Christine stammered, in confusion.

"You're too tense, honey. Please, relax... I'm here to help you... You feel good talking to me, don’t you?"

"I... I’m... I guess so..." 

 "Good. I'm glad to hear that. Now tell me: don't you miss something in your life? A child, perhaps?"

"I... I..."

"You're still reluctant to say it, but I think you do. I think that's the reason for the friendship between you and Patrick. It's unusual for a middle-aged woman and a young man to be friends, you know. I think you consider Patrick as a son. Isn’t that true?"

"Hmm... Yes..." She finally admitted, and Mrs. Larsen got relieved – She had never met such a difficult patient before. "I like... I love him like a son." 

"This is something very beautiful, my dear. You should be proud of this feeling. And the way you feel, I'm sure you could do anything for Patrick..." 

"Yes, of course!" 

"Good... And what if I tell you that what he needs now is not a mother but rather a daughter?" 

"I... I don't understand..." 

"You'll, my dear… Sooner than you think. But now I think you need to rest a little. We'll continue later. Until our next meeting, I just wish you'd try something for me. Could you do that?" 

"I... I don't..." 

"Shhh... Relax, dear! Just listen to my voice. Being so responsible and focused is a good thing, but it's not healthy to be like this all the time. I'd like you to try, just for now, to be a carefree and playful person. 

"I don't think..." 

"Remember this is just an exercise, my dear. It's not like you're going to be like that forever. Don't think so much about problems and complicated things… Just relax… Relax and be happy… Don't you want people to like you?"

"I guess so?"

"Everybody like happy people... People who smile and look pretty all the time..." 

"But I..." 

"Don't think so much, honey! You just want to have fun. Say that to me, please."

"I... I want to have fun..."

"You want to look pretty all the time."

"I want to look pretty all the time."

"That's right, sweetie. That's who you're... for now! Just try to remember it."