That's a Job for a MILF 7 (Day 9)

DAY 9

The next morning, Patrick went to the gym after his daily visit to the salon. He was dressing a white sleeveless T-shirt, which was too short so it didn't cover his belly; very tight pink yoga pants, emphasizing the new curves his legs and butt; and pink runners.

That was definitely the most feminine outfit Patrick had worn to go to the gym until then, and this was even more evident when compared to the simple blue shirt and black shorts that Tony was wearing. For a moment, Patrick almost felt humiliated by that, but he quickly suppressed this feeling. 

He was dressing a girly outfit, sure, but it was a good thing, wasn't? He needed to do that, after all, and he felt one step closer to the fulfillment of his plan. 

"Hey, Tony!" He said smiling and unconsciously waving as a girl, just like Dominique had taught him. 

"Hey, Patti! You look cheerful this morning! That's good, because the training is going to be a bit tougher today."

"I'm sure I can handle that!" Patrick said gesturing at every word. Only then he realized something. Had Tony just called him Patti? Only Samara had called him like that, and just when they were alone; or maybe this wasn't true… Now that Patrick was thinking about it, he remembered that all the women in the salon had called him Patti that morning too.

Wow, I didn't even notice it before, he realized. It was as if this name, a female name, had already become natural to him. Patrick thought he would freak out at this realization, but in fact he felt contented. Well, I guess I like being called by this name, he jokingly thought. I’m Patti, he told himself, and he felt a strange wave of pleasure run through his body. 

That was weird, but he was feeling good about it just because it would be good for his disguise as a woman, right? That is evident! What could be the other reason?

Tony wasn't kidding when he said that the training would be harder that day. After running for fifteen minutes on the treadmill, Patrick started doing leg exercises. Probably because of his loss of muscle mass, he was having more difficulty to do that than in the past. In addition, those exercises were new to him since they were aimed to women and female bodies. 

"C'mon, Patti" Tony said, encouraging him. "I know you can do better than that! Lift your legs higher!"

"But they are burning!" Patrick complained. 

"Of course they are. This means that the exercise is working. Remember that this is how you will get the killer legs that you want. I'm sure you'll be proud to show them around while wearing skirts and dresses!" 

Patrick once again thought he would be bothered by that statement, but the truth was that he felt some excitement. Will my legs look good enough for me to wear a skirt? He wondered, not realizing that that kind of questioning was too strange for a guy…

Next, it was time for butt exercises. All the positions of those exercises were new to him too, so Tony had to guide him and correct his posture very often, even with a little physical contact.

"That's right" the personal trainer said at one point, with one of his big hands on Patrick's lower back, not so far from his ass, and the other hand on his belly. "Keep your chest out and lift your butt a little. Good... Now, get down slowly, remembering to keep your back straight. Follow the movement of my hands…"

An hour later, they were done and Patrick was exhausted. He sat in a corner, breathing heavily. Then, Tony handed him some water. "You did great today, Patti" said the personal trainer, lightly stroking Patrick's shoulder. 

"Hmm... Thanks" Patrick said confused. He wasn't sure how to feel about all this attention he was receiving. Patrick was sure that the guy just wanted to help him get more comfortable pretending to be a woman, probably following orders from Mrs. Larsen, but Was him exaggerating a bit? Patrick really wasn’t sure... 

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"Can I come in?" Patrick heard Samara asking after knocking his bedroom door. 

"Sure" he said, putting down the book he was reading. It was about nine in the evening, so the guy was already wearing his sleepwear – that night, it was a light green silk set consisting of a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. He had also taken his medications and spread the beauty creams on his body and face.

"Here, I brought something for you to eat before bed." 

"Oh, Samara, I don't know if I should. I think that maybe I need to lose two or three pounds…" Patrick said poking his belly. 

"Oh my gosh! You really are starting to sound like a woman!" 

"Isn't that the idea?" he smirked. 

"I guess so... But don't worry about it now, Patti. I told you that you don't have to lose so much weight... Just distribute it better through your body. And I just brought some cookies, after all. You're not going to get fat because of this" she laughed. 

"If you say so..."

She then served some cookies and filled a cup. 

"Please eat with me" Patrick said, trying his drink. "Is this tea?" 

"Yes. Don't you like it?" 

"Hmm... I didn't before... But now I think I’m getting used to it after so many meetings with Mrs. Beaulieu."

For some reason, he realized that he really liked the taste of tea now. Weird… Or maybe not so much. People's taste can change over time, right? He rationalized, enjoying another sip of the delicious tea.

Samara noted once again how much Patrick's mannerisms were changing. He was eating and drinking like a proper lady, with small bites and using a napkin very often. She thought he now only needed a tube of lipstick and a small mirror to redo his makeup after eating… I'm sure he, or rather she, will be using makeup pretty soon… Oh, she’ll look so pretty! Samara smiled.

After the girl left, Patrick went back to reading his book. This was an old volume that told the story of a girl who fell in love with a powerful man. He hadn't liked it at first, but he really began to appreciate the book over time. He had been instructed to read this under the woman's perspective, and that was exactly what he was doing. He felt proud of himself when he realized that he was making progress. In the passages in which the girl got dressed, and wondered what people would think of her appearance, he could fully understand what she was feeling. 

He was beginning to figure out the female mind, and he was sure that this would be important not only for his mission, but also for his life after that. And he had no idea how much…

When Patrick finally closed the book, it was almost midnight. He couldn't believe he had read for so long! He really was addicted to that book. He then finally went to sleep, remembering to put on his headphones…