That's a Job for a MILF 3.4 (Day 1)

On leaving the salon, Patrick met Samara again, who smiled at him. "Oh, I have to say that your legs look great now that they are no longer covered by hair" she said. 

"C'mon, Samara..." Patrick grumbled. 

"I'm serious! And I love your tan, too. I think now you look much healthier."

The girl then took Patrick to an empty dining hall where he would have lunch. To the young man's surprise, when the meal was served, he saw that this wasn't as tiny as he had expected. There was rice, roast beef, boiled potatoes and a small salad. Sure, he would eat a bigger portion if he had a choice, but it wasn’t so bad. Since he was going to disguise himself as a woman, he had imagined that he would be forced to eat only salad or something. 

Samara explained to him that, according to Mrs. Larsen's planning, he wouldn't need to lose so much weight, but just distribute it better through his body. They would achieve this through appropriate physical activity and other small procedures. Patrick was so distracted by the food that he didn't even think about asking what those procedures would be…

After lunch, Samara told him that he could relax in his room for an hour before his next appointment. Then, once alone, the guy took the opportunity to check out the damage that had been done to his body during his visit to the salon. 

He got undressed and then approached a full-length mirror located next to the vanity. Patrick had never had so many body hair, but still the electrolysis had made a big difference. His skin looked much softer now, and it was strange to see its new color. At least his dick, without the hair that used to surround it, seemed larger, which made him smirk. Maybe this electrolysis thing isn't so bad, he thought. 

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After the break, Samara took Patrick to the gym. The guy was wearing a tight white tank top, short black shorts, white sneakers with pink details, and another pair of white panties. The white panties available weren't going to last forever, but Patrick wanted to postpone to the maximum the moment he would have to try the other colors, especially the more feminine ones. Maybe he wouldn't even stay in the clinic long enough to be forced to use them.

Again, because of his short and tight shorts, he was forced to tuck his cock between his legs. However, since he was going to do physical activity, he wasn't sure if his dick was going to stay there the whole time. Well, I guess I'll find out soon, he thought. 

The gym was located in the north wing of the mansion. Like the salon, it was a modern place, and had countless gym equipment, such as weight training apparatus, treadmill and exercise bike. Patrick was greeted by a guy named Antonio, who said he would be his personal trainer.

 Antonio was an Italian American guy in his late twenties. It was very clear that he spent a long time doing physical exercises since he had a very muscular body. He also had a manly, handsome face, with a straight nose, a square jaw and a five o'clock shadow. His hair was black, as were his eyes, and slightly wavy. He was also wearing a tank top and shorts (although his clothes weren't as tight and short as Patrick's), displaying his muscular arms and legs, and his naturally tanned skin. 

Patrick also had an athletic body, it's true, but compared to that guy he looked like a very thin person, and he was also so much shorter. Did Antonio know that Patrick was in that clinic to be  disguised as a woman? Probably, and this made the young man feel ashamed. 

He really didn't expect to have to interact with other men in that place. How would he feel when he was forced to wear even more feminine clothes in front of that guy? That would certainly be terrible. Just the fact that he was wearing panties now, even though Antonio couldn't see it, was making him feel humiliated.

"Nice to meet you, Patrick" Antonio said, shaking Patrick's hand and smiling. He had such a broad, bright smile – the kind of smile you see in a toothpaste commercial. "You can call me Tony."

"Nice to meet you too, Tony" Patrick said in a squeaky voice because the other guy's handshake had been stronger than he'd expected. 

"Oh, I'm sorry" Antonio said. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, now gently massaging Patrick's hand. 

"I'm fine, thanks!" Patrick said annoyed, pulling back his hand. 

"Great! Now, how about we start working out? You'll have to work hard to get the body that you want, but I'm here to help you!""

He knows, Patrick realized, blushing. He was already sure that he wouldn’t like that guy…