That's a Job for a MILF 3.2 (Day 1)

When Patrick opened the wardrobe, he saw that the clothes weren't as bad as he had thought. Of course, that wasn't the kind of clothing he was used to wearing, and the pieces were quite androgynous to say the least, but at least there were no dresses and skirts. 

Well, if I really want to pretend to be a woman, I'll have to wear skirts, dresses and even high heels sooner or later! He thought, feeling uncomfortable. 

Examining the clothes closely, he saw that there were many shirts, shorts, pants, and some pairs of sneakers and flip-flops. He also found some pajamas, all in pastel shades. When he picked up one of the pajamas, he saw that it was made of silk. He thought it felt wonderful to touch, and it could really be nice to sleep wearing something like that. However, this also seemed a bit odd – men's nightclothes were generally not so soft and silky. 

However, what most made him apprehensive was the underwear drawer. All he could find were panties! They weren't thongs or extremely lacy pieces – in fact, they were made of cotton and had neutral colors, such as white, black, gray and beige, but even so they definitely were panties.

Patrick couldn't understand this. He knew that he would have to wear women's, but why the hell he needed panties? This wasn't like someone was going to see your underwear... right? If everything Christine said is true, Gregory Hill will probably want to see my underwear, and a lot more than that. He thought, nervous. 

He then tried to convince himself that his boss had exaggerated a bit. Also, as much as Mr. Hill liked to be surrounded by MILFs, Patrick didn't believe the man would be stupid enough to get involved with one of his secretaries. Hill seemed to be a methodical man, and he certainly knew that a sexual harassment lawsuit was something very serious nowadays… 

About the panties, he concluded that Mr. Larsen wanted him to wear this kind of underwear just so that he could immerse further in the character. After all that talk that the psychological transformation would be harder than the physical change, the young man should have known that something like this was coming. He decided not to make a big deal about it. Those panties wouldn't kill him, and they didn't even look so different from his normal underwear. 

He soon discovered that there was a bathroom in his room, which was also very luxurious and had a vintage style. There was even a large bathtub. Patrick had never taken a bath, but keeping his optimistic spirit he thought this couldn't be so bad. He knew a lot of women, including his fiancée, who loved relaxing in a bathtub. 

In the bathroom cabinet, he found a lot of creams he had never seen in his life, a deodorant with floral fragrance, a comb, besides a toothbrush and toothpaste. Curiously, there was no razor or shaving cream. Since the belongings he had taken to the clinic had been confiscated, the young man wondered how he would shave…

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When Samara returned, she saw that he was already wearing new clothes. Since the girl had said that Patrick should wear comfortable clothes, he had chosen a tight gray t-shirt, a pair of short white shorts, which left his legs completely exposed, and pink flip-flops, the only pair available.

The hardest part, however, was putting on the panties. He chose a white piece, which almost looked like one of his briefs, but he soon realized that the panties were very, very tight. When he finally got to wear this, his dick and his balls were almost being crushed. Also, since the shorts were also very small and tight, it was possible to see his cock's through it.

Patrick knew he couldn't leave his room this way. Desperate, he thought of some solution to that problem. After a few minutes, he concluded that the best option would be to tuck his penis and his balls into the cavity between his legs. His underwear was so tight that it would certainly hold everything down there.

The procedure wasn't as simple as Patrick had imagined, and it was also painful. However, at the end, he saw that it had at least worked – there was no sign of his penis anymore. It was very strange, though. Looking at his reflection, he saw that his groin was as flat as a girl's groin. Moreover, he couldn't feel his penis when he touched his shorts. What the hell am I doing? Patrick thought, feeling extremely emasculated. Again, he had to fight the urge to leave that clinic.

"So, how do I look?" the guy asked, insecure, when he saw the girl.

"Perfect!" the girl said, looking at him and clapping. "And I'm glad to see that the clothes we chose fitted you!"

"Well, not exactly" Patrick said, scratching the back of his head. "They are a little tight, you know." 

"This is how those clothes supposed to be, sir. You'll get used to it, I assure you!" 

"Hmm... okay" Patrick said, not so happy with that answer. "And Samara, you don't need to call me sir. You can address me by my name."

"I'm not allowed to do this, sir. But if you insist, I can do it when we're alone. It'll be our little secret" she said, winking mischievously.

"Fine! This is good for me."

"Now, I have to get you to your first appointment, shall we?"