That's a Job for a MILF 18 (Day 38)

DAY 38

Over the next few days, Patrick began to notice an impressive change in his appearance. As Dr. Reid had predicted, he was looking aged pretty fast... 

It all started one morning, when he sat at his vanity to put makeup on his face as he did every day. He noticed that his skin didn’t look as jovial as before. He could also see some laugh lines next to his mouth, crow's feet around his eyes, wrinkles on his forehead, and the skin of his cheeks seemed a little more flabby. It wasn't like he looked thirty years older or something, but he definitely didn't look like a twenty-three years old person anymore. 

It progressed every day. Whenever Patrick looked in the mirror, he thought he looked a few more months older. Dr. Reid told him that the treatment was working very well, and once again assured him that all that was reversible. 

However, even though Patrick was 100% committed to that project, he couldn't help but felt a bit scared by that transformation. His youth was disappearing right before his eyes. He knew it was silly, but he felt as if he would never regain those "lost years".

"This feeling is completely natural, my dear" Mrs. Larsen told him one night during a session, when the feminized man shared his afflictions with her. "All people, especially women, feel that way at the end of the 'so-called youth'."

"I see, Mrs. Larsen. But in my case this is a bit different, isn’t it? I'm not getting older for real. I'm just..." 

"Stop right now, darling! For this plan to work, you need to accept the fact that you are an older person now. This is not an act; this is not a pretending – this is the reality. You aren't a twenty-something years old person anymore, and you have to believe that for all intents and purposes you won't be again. The faster you accept this the better. Then, I'll be able to show you that there is nothing wrong about getting older, and that you can still have a great life. Do you understand me?" 

"Y-yes, Mrs. Larsen" Patrick said, still a little afraid. The woman was making this sound so real…

"That's good, Patricia." 

"Umm... Who is Patricia?"

"This is you, silly. Let's say it's not appropriate for a woman of your age to be called Patty all the time."

"And how old am I?" 

"You're a thirty-one years old woman... for now."

"So will I get older?"

"Everyone gets older, Patricia dear!" Mrs. Larsen smiled. "But yes, you're still going to age a few years faster than other people. But remember that I will help you at every step. You trust me, don't you?" 

"O-of course, Mr. Larsen!" 

"And I know you're already enjoying your life as a woman. You've already confessed to me that you love to play with your toys every night. Isn't that true?"

"Y-yes, ma'am!" Patrick said, blushing. 

"Good... Now relax, Patricia... Just focus on my voice… The life of a middle-aged woman can be even better... I'm sure you're going to be very happy..."