That's a Job for a MILF 3.1 (Day 1)

DAY 1

At the beginning of next week, Patrick went back to the mysterious clinic, this time to stay. The day before, he had met Mr. McFarland, and informed his father-in-law that he would need to be absent from work for a few weeks, to solve some family issues. The old man didn't like it, but eventually he gave in. Patrick had never missed a day's work, so he concluded that the problem should really be serious. Still, he stated that the young man would have to make up for those lost days in the future. 

Patrick also met Julie, his fiancée. The girl got very worried, and asked if there was something she could do to help Patrick. The guy thanked her, but said that this was a problem he needed to solve on his own. He also said that he would explain everything to her at the appropriate time. Patrick felt bad for lying to Julie, but he knew he had no choice. 

That same day, he got a call from Christine, his boss, trying to change his mind. Patrick, however, said the woman was worrying for nothing. 

"Everything will be fine, Chris!" he said. "Also, I don't understand why you're trying to convince me to give up this plan. As far as I remember, it was you and Simone who had this idea."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd accept it. Moreover, I didn't think Simone was serious when she said that this clinic could turn you into a middle-aged woman. Now I'm not so sure... And I don't know why, but the owner of that place causes me shivers..." 

"Mrs. Larsen? But she seems to be such a lovely person!" Patrick said, laughing. "Don't worry, Chris. If she tries something weird, I'll leave that place immediately." 

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When the young man returned to the clinic on Monday morning, he was taken to Theresa Larsen’s office. 

"Good morning, Patrick" she said. "It's good to see you again. Are you ready to start your treatment?" 

"Of course, Mrs. Miller! That's why I'm here!" 

"Fantastic! So, first of all, I'm going to explain to you what will happen in the first days, okay?" 

"That sounds perfectly fine."

"Good. In order for you to get used to all the changes in your appearance, the procedures will be done gradually. That way, I hope you won't face any major distress, and your mind will have time to assimilate what is happening. We want everything to happen in the most natural and comfortable way possible." 

"Hmm... I see."

"And we will have daily meetings, so I can know how you are feeling, as well as help you in your psychological adjustment. I'll explain the details in a near future."

"I got it. So, can we start now?" Patrick asked, with his characteristic anxiety.  

"We're almost there, my dear" Theresa said, smiling. "But first, I would like to hear a bit more about you, if you don't mind. I promise this will be fast."

She then took a camera, and positioned it in front of the young man. "Oh I would like to record your answers. I'm not sharing this with anyone, I promise" she explained, seeing Patrick's puzzled look. "This is just for us to be able to measure your progress over time. So, to start our interview, could you tell me a little bit about your childhood?"

For the next hour, Patrick answered countless questions. Apparently, Theresa wanted to know everything about the young man, from the early years of his life to his plans for the future. Patrick realized she got very interested about his ambitions. She asked many questions that addressed this issue, questioning how he felt about his current position, where he thought he deserved to be, and how he intended to get there. Finally, she asked about Patrick and Julie's relationship.  

Even though everything was being filmed, she also made several notes on a notepad. Patrick could only guess what she was writing, but he had a feeling that this was more than just his answers. He got a little worried. Had he made a mistake in accepting that crazy proposal, as Christine had stated? 

"I think it's enough for now" Theresa said, interrupting the young man's thoughts. “I really hope you enjoy your stay here, Patrick, and I guess you must be curious to see your accommodations."

Saying this, the woman picked up her phone. "Please, tell Samara to come in" she said. 

Shortly after, another woman entered the office. She was young, had wavy red hair, slim body, and high eyebrows. She was wearing a white uniform.

"Samara" Theresa said. "This is Patrick Donovan, our new guest."Please show him some of the facilities of the clinic and then take him to his room."

"Certainly, Mrs. Miller" the woman said radiantly, as if nothing could be more pleasing to her. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Donovan. Could you follow me, please?"

During the tour, Samara  took Patrick to a lot of places, including a medical center, a beauty salon, a sauna, a swimming pool and a gym. The young man thought everything looked great. It was amazing the contrast of some areas of the clinic compared to the rest of the building. The medical center and the beauty salon, for example, were very modern environments while other rooms, as he had already seen, had Victorian style.

Another thing that caught Patrick's attention was the fact that he saw almost no client during the tour, with the exception of two or three women in the salon and another one in the pool. He mentioned this fact to Samara. 

"Oh, don't worry about it, Mr. Donovan" she said. "Our clinic is very exclusive so we never have dozens of clients at once. This could turn the stay here less enjoyable. Also, Mrs. Larsen advised me beforehand not to take you to very crowded places for now. She wants to keep your contact with other people as little as possible during the beginning of your... treatment.”

Patrick felt embarrassed to hear that. Did Samara know exactly what treatment he would be subjected to? Did she know he was there to be somehow turned into an older woman? What would she be thinking about it? That I'm crazy or a freak, of course, he concluded. 

Finally, she took him to his bedroom. The place was nice and elegant, although it was too feminine for Patrick’s taste. It had light yellow walls, hardwood floors, and a flowery carpet; there was a very large bed, some chairs, a desk, a wardrobe, a chandelier, and a beauty vanity. 

"So, Mr. Donovan, what do you think about your room?" 

"Umm… this is great. Thanks, Samara!"

"I'm glad to hear that, sir! Can I help you with anything else?"

"Just one thing. I left my suitcase in the lobby when I arrived. Will someone bring it here?" 

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I thought you knew..."

"Knew what?" 

"Your suitcase will be stored... Mrs. Larsen’s orders… During your stay here, you won’t need its contents. We will provide you with all the necessary and appropriate clothing for your new... umm... style. If you check your wardrobe, you will find some of your new outfits. Now, I'll let you settle in. I'll be back in an hour to take you to your first appointment. You can put on something comfortable."

Fearfully, Patrick approached the wardrobe, wondering what kind of clothes would be there…