That's a Job for a MILF 4 (Day 2)

DAY 2

The next morning, Patrick woke up feeling much better. All the anger and distress he had felt the day before were softer now. Nothing like a good night's sleep, he thought, and he had indeed slept very well. That bed was so fantastic! He thought that he would need to buy one like that when he returned home. 

But would he leave the clinic that day? 

Patrick wasn't so sure anymore. Now that he was calmer, he thought that maybe he had overreacted the day before. Sure, everything he had faced (and what was yet to come) hadn’t been easy, but as Mrs. Larsen had said people who performed great deeds needed to be willing to make sacrifices. After thinking a little more, he decided that he would stay in the clinic for another day or two before his final decision. 

He had slept in a set of light blue silk pajamas. It was a feminine garment, sure, but apart from the fact that it was a bit tight, it wasn't so different from what Patrick would normally use to go to the bed, since the set consisted of a long-sleeved shirt and pants. 

He had also used the headphone and the MP3 player. Maybe those calming songs had helped him to sleep faster, but other than that Patrick didn't believe that it had had any influence on him - Not even in relation to his decision to remain in the clinic for at least a few more days. It wasn't like some strange songs could change someone's mind, right? 

A little later, Samara appeared in the room bringing the guy's breakfast. "Good morning, Patrick" she said. "Did you sleep well?" 

"Oh, very well, thanks!" 

"That's good to know. You really look fresher this morning." 

They talked a little while the young man ate, and Patrick realized that he was no longer feeling so awkward talking about what he was doing in that clinic. After the meal, Samara let him change his clothes (like the day before, he wore panties, short shorts and a tight shirt), and then took him to the salon. 

There, he once again underwent a full body electrolysis session. He obviously felt uncomfortable during that, but he struggled to face it without complaining. All the time he thought it was just one of the obstacles he had to overcome to reach his goal. 

I can do this. This is kind of thing that only brave and extraordinary people can do. This will be worth it in the end, he kept saying to himself.

That day, Brittany plucked the guy's eyebrows a little, also with electrolysis. When she started doing that, Patrick's determination almost faded away. However, the girl assured him that she wouldn't do anything extreme, and that his eyebrows would grow back after some time. 

Patrick then shut up and let her do her job. She couldn't be lying to him. A place like that wouldn't want to face a lawsuit from a cheated customer…

Next, he was taken to the nail station, and two girls started working on his fingernails and toenails. On that day, they explained, they would just clean and shape his nails, and polish them with a clear nail polish. They also asked him not to cut his nails from now on. They would take care of that when needed. 

Finally, he had his body massaged by Amanda, who again spread a cream all over his body. This time, she asked him to wait longer before he lay down on the tanning bed.

After the salon, still in the morning, Patrick went to the gym. Like the day before, Antonio welcomed him warmly, and Patrick did his best to feel at ease despite the outfit he was wearing. He kept telling himself that his discomfort was just nonsense of his male ego. 

Even so, it was still hard, especially when he was running on the treadmill and doing squats – In those moments, he could feel again his panties deep tucked into his ass. Would it ever cease to be so annoying for him? 

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In the afternoon, Samara said Patrick would have his first etiquette class. He was then taken to a very feminine room that also had vintage style. The place had light walls and floor, delicate curtains, flowerpots, and furniture that seemed to belong to a life-sized doll house.

He was greeted by an elegant woman named Doninique Beaulieu who appeared to be over fifty. Her body was thin and her face – which still had very beautiful features – was perfectly made up, and her blonde-gray hair was tied in a fashionable bun. As if her name wasn't enough, her accent made it clear that she was from France.

"Welcome, Mr. Donovan" she said, approaching him. "It's a pleasure to meet you." 

The guy noticed she had a majestic posture, and all her movements and gestures were smooth and exquisite. As she walked, it was almost as if she were floating around the place, such gracefulness. 

"Nice to meet you too, Ma'am" the guy said, and then added that she could call him Patrick.

"Why don't you take a seat? This way we can talk more at ease."

Patrick did as requested, and Dominique sat opposite him. Between them, there was a small round table with some porcelain crockery. The woman then poured two cups of tea, and handed one to the guy. Patrick didn't like tea very much – In fact, he hated it. But he just didn't know how to say it without sounding unkind. That woman had served the drink with such care, and was offering it to him so affably… He thought a little sip wouldn't kill him. 

"So, ma chérie, Theresa told me that you need to spend some time as a woman. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Ma'am" Patrick said, doing everything possible to talk about it naturally. "I know this may sound unconventional, but this will be important for my professional career. I need to pass as a woman to find out if something wrong is happening at one of the branch offices of the company where I work."

"Oh, so this is a kind of secret mission. How exciting!" Dominique said, smiling and clapping softly. "But instead of handsome a secret agent, you need to be a middle-aged lady." 

"That's right. Do you think it's possible? I mean, do you think you can teach me to act like, well, like you?"

"I'm flattered to know that you think I can be a role model for you, Patrick. However, from what I heard, you need to be a woman a little more flirty than me."

Once again, Patrick made a great effort to keep calm during that conversation. 

"You know, back in the Old Continent, modesty aside, I managed to turn a lot of tomboys into refined ladies" the woman continued. "A lot of them even looked more masculine than you" she smiled. "No offense intended, of course, but the fact is that they really weren't exactly ladylike when I started with them. So yes, I assume you I can teach you to act and behave like a perfect lady… A perfect lady who knows how to tease when needed" she added playfully

"Umm... That's good to know" Patrick could hardly believe he was saying it was good to know that this woman could teach him to behave like an extremely feminine (and flirty) lady. After all this, he really deserved a big promotion – Mr. McFarland wouldn't find a more dedicated employee anywhere.

"But I won’t lie to you, young man. This will require a lot of effort, dedication and commitment on your part. Sometimes you may think I'm being too demanding, but that's the only way to make it work. Do you think you can handle that?" 

"Of course I can, Ma'am. That's why I'm here."

"Good. This is what I wanted to hear. Now, what about we start our first lesson?"

"It sounds great!"

 "Superb, ma chérie. So, first things first. Let's correct the way you are sitting. Can you tell me what you're doing wrong?"

Patrick looked at the lower part of his body, and then looked at the woman in front of him. "I think the problem is that my legs are open" he said. 

"Yes, this is the most apparent problem, so let's fix this. From now on, I want you to remember: you can no longer sit with your legs open, not even when you're alone. It needs to become something natural to you. You can simply keep your knees together or cross your legs. Let's try the first option today since it's simpler. Obviously, all this will be easier to remember when you start wearing skirts and dresses."

"I see" Patrick said, trying not to feel bothered by the remembrance that he would soon be wearing skirts and dresses. He then closed his legs and felt strange in that position since he had never tried it before. But worst of all was that this crushed his cock and balls even more since they were tucked between his legs.

"Good" Dominique said. "Now, move your knees to the right and your feet to the left. Yes, this way. Next, your back needs to be straight and your chest out. I'm sure a corset could be very useful in this regard..."

Patrick wasn't sure what a corset was, but what he knew was that this position was very uncomfortable. He didn't know how this could become something natural to him. 

"Perfect, Patrick!" the woman said enthusiastically. "It seems that you have talent for this. Now, hold this pose for some time so you can get used to it. As you may have already noticed, the proper body posture for a woman is a bit restrictive, except the hands. Men are more restrained about gestures, but as a woman your hands should be free. In fact, your hand movements must be the complement of your speech. In order for you to understand this, I want all your speeches hereafter, not just during our lessons, to be accompanied by gestures."

"O-okay." 

"Try to emulate my hand movements. Remember to be gentle and delicate. The graciousness is one of the key points of femininity."

Patrick tried this, but he felt stupid doing so. Rather than graceful, his gestures were being affected and caricatures. 

"Don't worry if you're not doing so great right now" Dominique said, almost as if she were reading the young man's mind. "You'll get better over time. You just need discipline and dedication..."

That night, Patrick met Mrs. Larsen again. He said he was feeling better than the night before, and that he was willing to stay in the clinic for at least a few more days. 

"Fabulous, my dear! You won't regret this decision."

They then talked about Patrick's day, and Mrs. Larsen reinforced the speech from the previous meeting. At the end, she reminded him to use the headphone to sleep. 

In his bedroom, Patrick found some new things. There were some creams in his vanity, plus some women's books and magazines. There was no television or computer in the place, and his phone had been confiscated, so Patrick thought this was better than nothing. That certainly wasn't his favorite type of reading, but he would at least have something to distract himself. 

He also found a note with instructions on the use of the creams. He should start spreading them on his body and face before going to the bed every night. 

"Oh, that's so great!" Patrick complained annoyed, but later he had to admit that he enjoyed the feeling of those cold creams on his body once again now that it was hairless and much more sensitive to touch…