That's a Job for a MILF 3.3 (Day 1)

On the way, walking alongside Samara, Patrick felt weird because of the clothes he was wearing. They were so tight that they were restricting his movements. With that shirt on, he was forced to keep his arms close to his body, and due to his shorts, he was unable to take large steps. He wondered if all this had been planned in advance... He was definitely being forced to walk in a more feminine way... 

But the worst of all was his panties. This wasn't so bad at first, but now that he was walking, it was sneaking more and more between the cheeks of his butt… a little deeper at every step. Did the women feel it all the time while they walked? If so, Patrick didn't know how they could stand it – he was almost going crazy in just two minutes.

He desperately wanted to take his hand down there and straighten his underwear, but he couldn't do it in front of Samara. It would be so awkward. Then, he began to move his hips exaggeratedly in the hope that this would help and the girl wouldn't notice anything. Without realizing it, Patrick was crossing the hallway moving his hips almost like a woman. 

Unfortunately, this only made the problem worse – the panties penetrated even deeper into his butt, and now the issue seemed beyond any solution. Frustrated, the guy realized that Samara was an amused expression on her face. 

"I see you're having a hard time getting used to your new clothes, Patrick" she said. 

"Oh, is this so obvious?" he mocked.

"Don't worry. As I said, I think you'll get used to it in no time." 

"You seem very confident about this." 

"Well, I wear clothes like yours all the time and I don't feel any discomfort" the girl laughed. 

"Yeah, but that may be because you're a woman!"

"That's true, but pretty soon you'll..." She stopped in the middle of the sentence, realizing she was talking more than she should. 

"Go ahead, Samara. You know what I'm doing here, right?" 

"Yes" she admitted. "I'm sorry if I made you feel embarrassed you or something."

"Oh no, that's okay. I hope we're about to become friends, anyway. I really need a friend here or I can go mad. So, what do you think about what I'm doing? I suspect you think I'm already crazy by the way."

"Well, talking as a friend, I have to say that I think you're doing a very noble and brave thing." 

"Really?" 

"Sure! I don't know all the details, but I heard you need to disguise yourself as a middle-aged woman to help your company in a tough situation. I guess it’s enough to make you a noble and brave person, isn’t? I'm sure your boss will be very impressed by this." 

"Oh, I hope so" Patrick said, thinking about the promotion he wanted so badly. 

Soon after, they reached their destination. Patrick saw that Samara had taken him to the salon, and the young man looked worried. 

"Don't worry" Samara said. "The girls at the salon are great." 

"Don't worry, don’t worry... Is this all you can say?" 

"This is part of my job." 

"As an employee of the clinic or my friend?"

"Both, I guess" she smiled. "Now let's go in."

The salon was a very feminine place. It had lilac walls, many paintings and some plant pots. For Patrick's relief, the only people there were the clerks (all wearing pink uniforms), who welcomed him warmly. 

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Donovan" said the woman who appeared to be the boss. She was in her early thirties, had long, dark blonde hair, and a graceful body. "I'm Dana, one of the salon's hairdressers. We are all happy to finally meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Dana" Patrick said.

"Oh, we're so excited for the opportunity to work on you! This is the kind of unusual of thing which is very interesting for us. We'll do everything we can to make you as comfortable as possible. You don't need to feel embarrassed or something like that, okay? We’re here to help you."

"Hmm... I got it. Thanks!" 

"So, Mrs. Miller told us to do your transformation gradually, so you’ll have to get used to everything. This way, you'll have almost daily appointments here. Isn't there great?  Brittany was a beautiful young woman. She was short and had a long brown hair Today, we're going to just take care of your body hair, besides other two or three little procedures. Now, if you can follow Brittany, she will start the treatment."

Brittany was a beautiful young woman. She was short and had a long brown hair. First, she handed a fluffy pink robe to Patrick, showing him where he could get changed. Despite being pink, Patrick thought that the robe felt very nice. He had never worn anything so soft, and it was good to get rid of those tight clothes – well, almost all of them, since he was still wearing the panties. 

Then, Brittany took him to another room where there was a spa bed. "Would you like something to drink before we start?" the woman asked. "Maybe water or tea..."

"How about a beer?" Patrick said, trying to sound relaxed. 

"I'm sorry, sir" Brittany laughed. "We don't have beer here." 

"How sad... In that case, I think I don't want anything. Thanks."

"Okay. Now, let me explain what will happen. You will be subjected to an electrolysis session, which will eliminate all your body hair." 

"Electrolysis?" Patrick got worried. "But isn't this a permanent thing?" 

"Only if many sessions are held over a long period of time. This won't be your case. We'll only do a few sessions to make your skin smooth and hairless for a few months. After that, your body hair will grow back normally."

"Are you sure? Don't get me wrong, but I'm a little concerned about this thing."

"Absolutely sure, sir. The other option would be waxing, but trust me, this is very painful and you would need regular sessions."  

Patrick definitely didn't want waxing. He had heard that it hurt like hell and the prospect of being subjected to it constantly wasn't very encouraging. He accepted the electrolysis. 

Brittany turned on a stereo, which started playing a calm and relaxing song, and asked the guy to take off the robe. At that point, Patrick got very embarrassed again, knowing that under the robe he was wearing just a pair of panties. The piece wasn't extremely girly, but this was still a pair of panties. 

Without choice, he took off his robe, waiting for the worst. But to his relief, the girl neither made a comment nor looked surprised. The people there really seemed to be very professional.

Brittany started by his legs. Patrick had to admit that this really wasn't so bad. Besides a few little bites from time to time, he felt no pain. However, the process was very slow. When she finally finished the legs, she went to his arms, chest, abdomen and armpits. Not even his face was spared! Now Patrick understood why there was no razor in his room.

"We're almost there" Brittany said after that. "Now, could you please take off your underwear?"

"My u-underwar?" Patrick stammered. 

"Yes, sir" Brittany replied calmly. 

"I don't think it's necessary." 

"Those are Mrs. Larsen's instructions. She said that it's important that the electrolysis is truly complete."

Patrick wasn't happy about it – in fact, he was really annoyed. That Mrs. Larsen really was a perfectionist, wasn't she? Why the hell his private parts needed to be hairless? Still, after a few moments of intense reflection, he decided to give in that time – just that time. He had promised to Mrs. Larsen that he was willing to cooperate to make that plan work. Some body hair seemed to him like a very futile reason to give up so soon. But later, Mrs. Larsen would have to explain why such an invasive procedure was necessary. 

"Fine" he finally said, taking off his panties reluctantly. 

"That's okay, sir" Brittany said. "I'm used to doing this on male bodies. You don't need to be ashamed."

"You kidding me!" Patrick exclaimed. "Are there guys who like to do this?" 

"You have no idea" Brittany giggled. "They say it feels much better after the procedure, so to speak. Now you’ll be able to find out if this is true."

Patrick wasn't convinced yet. He concluded that if some guy really did it of his own free will, he certainly should be gay. However, he had more pressing issues to focus on at that time. When Brittany touched his dick, he desperately hoped he didn't have an erection. That would be a little... inappropriate? 

He even tried to think of dead cats, his old grandmother and all this stuff to avoid getting hard. Fortunately (or maybe not), none of this was necessary. Since that region of the body was much more sensitive, the electrolysis was quite painful there. It was simply impossible to have an erection feeling so much pain. When the girl worked on his balls, he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. 

"Now turn around, please" Brittany asked. Patrick was feeling so disoriented by the pain that he obeyed without even wondering the reason for that request. "Good. Now it'll be better if you stay on all fours, sir." 

Only when Patrick was already in the right position he realized what was about to happen. "Wait, don't do that!" he tried to stop her, but it was already too late. The girl began to get rid of the few hairs he had on his ass. 

"Try to relax, sir" she said. "We're almost done." 

He had never felt so humiliated in his entire life. There he was, on all fours on a bed, while a woman he had never seen before was making his butt smooth. 

"Ok, Mr. Donovan. All done" she finally said, after a few minutes. "You can get dressed now. Soon, another girl will come to take you to her next treatment." 

Feeling outraged and violated, Patrick put on his panties and robe, while Brittany walked away. Shortly after, another saloon clerk appeared. She greeted Patrick, saying that her name was Amanda.  She had long black hair and a round face.  

The woman then took Patrick to another room, where there was a bed too. Luckily, this time Patrick (wearing panties) just received a massage. This was very relaxing, especially after the previous traumatic experience. Amanda also spread a cream all over the guy's body and face, which felt refreshing since his skin was a little irritated because of the electrolysis. 

At the end, the woman took him to a tanning bed. Before he lay down, she handed him the cream and told him to spread it on his private parts as well – then he should lie down naked.

"Is this sunscreen?" he asked.

"Not exactly... But I assure you that your skin will be safe" she said evasively.

She also gave him headphones and a MP3 player. "You'll thank me for that later" she said. "You'll have to stay a long time in the tanning bed, so you'll appreciate something to distract yourself. Try not to move too much. I'll come back to let you know when it's time to turn around."

Patrick lay down and put on the headphones. All he had to listen to were songs similar to the ones played in the other room. That was okay for him, though – those songs were very relaxing... 

After some time, the guy even fell asleep. It really was taking too long. After an eternity, Amanda returned to ask him to turn around, and then he lay on his stomach. 

When he was finally allowed to stand up, he saw that he was very tanned. This wasn't the kind of cool tan that one can get in a beach, though. His skin was a little orange, and looked artificial. Amanda reassured him that this would look way better over time and with a few more tanning sessions, but Patrick wasn't so sure.

He then met Dana again, who said they were done for the day. "We will continue your treatment tomorrow, sir" she added.

"I can hardly wait" Patrick said, although he was wondering if all that sacrifice was worth it…