That's a Job for a MILF 3.5 (Day 1)

They started with a session of stretching and warming. Patrick was used to performing all these exercises, but still he had a hard time because he had never done physical exercise with such tight clothes. Thus, Antonio, the personal trainer, had to correct Patrick's position several times. 

Next, Antonio took the other guy to a treadmill. "Today, I just want to assess your cardiovascular condition, okay? So you will just do a light jog."

"Oh, my cardiovascular capacity is perfectly fine!" Patrick stated. He wasn't sure why, but he was feeling the need to self-assert in the presence of Antonio. Perhaps it was because the personal trainer looked so much manlier than him, with his extremely muscular body. Also, Patrick could see that the guy he had hairs on his arms, legs and chest, while Patrick's body was completely hairless after the electrolysis session. 

"That's great!" Antonio said. "So, I'm sure you will not have trouble passing the test, so to speak."

Patrick went on the treadmill, and Antonio selected a moderate speed, but Patrick said he could run faster. Then, the personal trainer increased speed, as requested. 

"Oh, you're doing great!" Antonio said. 

Yes, I am, Patrick thought, pleased with himself. He wasn’t a weak and fragile person as that guy was thinking (Patrick was sure about that, even though Antonio hadn't said anything like that). He was feeling great, but then, something went very, very wrong…

Patrick was running really fast, and all that movement started to make his shorts and panties to rise through his hips. Pretty soon, they were buried even deeper between the cheeks of his ass. It wasn't like what had happened earlier, while he was walking alongside Samara. This time, it wasn’t only uncomfortable, but almost painful. And worst of all: his shorts were so raised that his was sure that part of his ass should be fully exposed now. 

While Patrick was running on the treadmill, Antonio was walking around the device, watching the other guy closely. And just at that moment he was behind Patrick, with a privileged view of his butt. Involuntarily, the poor man moved his hips to try to solve the issue, but like last time it wasn’t very useful, and he got even more embarrassed. 

Fortunately, Antonio kept walking around, so soon he was facing Patrick again. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Patrick took his hands to his ass to try to straighten his shorts, but he was reprimanded by the personal trainer before he could do anything. 

“Keep your hands beside your body or you will lose your balance!” Antonio said. 

"Fine!" Patrick said, gritting his teeth. 

But the situation soon became intolerable. Patrick was so distracted by his shorts and panties that he couldn’t remember to breathe properly and was losing control of his legs. Then suddenly, he took a false step and slipped, and his body was thrown back by the movement of the treadmill. Realizing what was about to happen, Antonio quickly approached, just in time to keep Patrick from falling to the ground. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, holding the other guy with his muscular arms. Due to the scare, Patrick needed some time to understand what was happening. When he realized that Antonio was hugging him firmly from behind, he got wrathful. 

"Of course I’m okay!" he stated. "Could you let me go now, please?" 

"Oh, sure! I was just trying to help."

"Yeah, I know. Thank you for that" Patrick said, although he didn’t sound very grateful. 

"You're welcome" Antonio said, apparently not noticing the other guy’s anger. "But now I think it's safe to say that your physical fitness isn't as good as you had thought, right?" 

"What?" 

"Well, you got so tired running on the treadmill that you even fell." 

Patrick opened his mouth to say that this wasn't true, but he soon changed his mind. What could he say? That he hadn't been able to run properly because he had a pair of panties deeply tucked into his ass? He knew he couldn't say something like that without wanting to die right away. 

"You're right, Tony" Patrick was forced to say. "I need to improve my fitness."  

"And I'm here to help you!" he added, smiling broadly.

Oh, Patrick just couldn't believe that man was real… 

During the next half hour, the training continued. Patrick did some sets of sit-ups and squats, and then Antonio, aware of the other guy's limitations, said that they were done for that day. 

Some time later, Patrick was again in the company of Theresa Larsen, the owner of the clinic. They were in an adjacent room to the woman's main office. There was a divan where the guy was supposed to be lying on so they could have a first talk as psychologist-patient. However, Patrick was too troubled for that. He was pacing back and forth, while the woman was seated at her desk, watching him patiently. 

"So, tell me, Patrick" she said. "Why are you so distressed?"

"Umm... Let me see. Maybe it's because I'm wearing panties right now? Or perhaps due to the fact that earlier I was subjected to a complete electrolysis session?"

"But Patrick, I told you before that some changes in your wardrobe and appearance would be needed..." 

"I know, Mrs. Larsen, but I’m not talking about just some changes… When I said that this was a complete electrolysis session, I wasn’t kidding! That even included my private parts! Is all this really necessary?"

"Of course it is, my darling. You are just going through experiences that are commonplace for us women. You need to understand exactly how we feel on such situations, then you will be able to act and think like one of us. This isn’t a movie, Patrick. I already told you. For this plan to work, pretending to be one woman won't be enough to convince people. You'll need to be a woman for as long as necessary, and that means you need to experience as many of the delights and torments of womanhood as possible."

"I see. I can understand your point. But after today, I'm not sure if this is the right thing to do. Maybe this is all a huge mistake. I do not know if and I really can – and more importantly – want to take this plan forward."

"Calm down, young man. You can't make such a hot-headed decision. Why don’t you lie down on the divan for a moment and then we can talk about it?"

With a huge effort to control himself, Patrick did as requested. Shortly after, he heard the monotonous and repetitive sound of a metronome. 

"Now" the woman continued, "focus on this sound, Patrick. Try to empty your mind and relax…"

After a few minutes, Mrs. Larsen spoke again, asking in detail all that had happened to Patrick during the day and how he had felt. 

"I understand now" she said at the end. 

"Do you?" 

"First, I know that such a big change can be very difficult at first. Do you see why I’ve said we should work gradually? If we had changed your appearance radically at once, it would have been much more stressful, and you would have run out of here at the first opportunity. But the most important issue is not that. As I'm sure you know, the world is still very patriarchal, and no one is immune to social influences. Even someone like you, who isn't sexist or reactionary, can feel desperate and humiliated for being forced to give up your masculinity, even if temporarily. This is considered a demerit because there is still the idea that men are superior to women."

"I know think something like that, Ma'am!" 

"I know you don't, my dear, but subconsciously... And it isn't your fault. Our society still has a long way to go to solve this problem. Everything you related to me, especially the fact that you felt embarrassed because our staff knows that you are here to be helped to pass as a woman indicates this."

"So it's true, isn't? They all know. Even Antonio..." 

"Yes, Patrick, they know. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to help you. But my team is made up of ethical and professional people, so none of them will mock you or something. About Antonio, I know that dealing with him will be the hardest part for you. Men, even unconsciously, like to compete with each other to see who is the manliest. But you need to remember that what you're doing doesn't make you inferior to anyone. In fact, it just proves that you're a very bold and brave person. Most of men wouldn't have the courage to do something like this."

Patrick thought about everything he had heard for some time. Mrs. Larsen didn't try to rush him, letting him take all the time he needed. 

"I kind of agree with everything you said, Ma'am" he finally said. "But even so, I don't know if I can keep this up. This may be just a silly question related to my male ego, but I really don't think I can overcome this. I… I think it’s time to give up."

"I can understand you, my dear. As I already said, most of people couldn't do that. But from what I remember, you like to think that you are a person with the ability to accomplish great deeds, isn’t that right? And do you what all the people who did so have in common? They weren't afraid to make great sacrifices and do things that other people considered crazy."

As an experienced professional, Theresa Larsen knew very well what to say to influence her patients. Just that statement had already made Patrick rethink his decision. 

"Let's try something" she continued. "Sleep here tonight and think carefully about what you really want. If tomorrow you're still determined to leave, I won't try to change your mind anymore."

"Sounds like a fair deal" Patrick said, realizing that whatever he decided, he had nothing to lose. 

"That's great, my dear. Oh, just one last thing. You'll find in your room an MP3 player and a headphone. I'd like you to listen to it to sleep."

"Why?" 

"The device has some soothing songs that will help you relax. This way you'll be able to make your decision more consciously."

"Umm... Okay!" Patrick said. He didn't believe it would have a great influence on him, but it wasn’t a big deal. He had also used an MP3 player in the salon, and he had enjoyed it, anyway. It had very calming songs indeed…"