That's a Job for a MILF 19.1 (Day 43) (Patreon)

After spending over an hour getting ready, Patricia stood in front of the mirror to assess her appearance. Oh yeah, I'm looking lovely, she thought. She was wearing a pink long-sleeved blouse, white pants, white 4-inch high heels, besides earrings and a pearl necklace, and some rings. Her underwear consisted of a set of white lingerie: a thong and a padded bra so that her boobs looked a little bigger. 

Her hair was elegantly combed, and her face immaculately made up, with just a bit of eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner, blush and dark pink lipstick, matching her nail polish. That day, she would start her new job, and she thought that was a perfect look for a secretary.

Mrs. Larsen said she should wear pants on her first day, since it would already be full of new experiences for Patricia, with a lot of things she needed to remember. This way, wearing a skirt would be an unnecessary extra concern. Patricia thought that wouldn't make so much difference. These days, she could already wear skirts and dresses without having to remind herself to sit with her legs together or the right way to get down. After so much training, all those movements were already natural to her. 

Still, she had to admit she was looking great wearing that pair of pants. It greatly highlighted her legs that were in great shape for a woman in her early thirties. That was right, Patricia simply couldn't think of herself as a twenty-something person anymore. She still knew her real age, of course, but it just seemed weird and wrong to think of herself as someone younger. Mrs. Larsen assured her that this was very good because it showed how much Patricia was engaged in that project. 

Another change that had happened in Patricia's mind during the last few days was in relation to her gender. Once again following the instructions of her therapist, she had begun to think of herself as a woman all the time. Now, It wasn't just about how she presented herself to the world, but also about her own essence. She definitely stopped thinking she was Patrick, a guy pretending to be a woman. Patrick just wasn't there anymore, as she always told herself. She was Patricia, a completely new person. Even in her own thoughts, she referred to herself with feminine pronouns.

Patricia wouldn't start working for Mr. Hill yet. Mrs. Larsen told her that she still needed some preparation before that, in order to be completely ready for her true mission. Thus, she would spend some time working in a company that was located in the same town of the clinic, whose owner was an old friend of Mrs. Larsen. 

Finally convinced that her appearance was flawless, Patricia got her new pink purse and left the bedroom. Inside the purse, in addition to some cosmetics, tampons and other feminine objects, there were also her new documents, including a driver's license. Somehow, Mrs. Larsen had managed to provide her with those new records, which didn't look fake at all. 

Patricia wondered how far that woman's influence went, and felt grateful for all that help. Thanks to her, the "new woman" now had what appeared to be a real ID that indicated she was Patricia M. Cox, a thirty one years old woman. 

Upon leaving the room, she saw Samara, who once again wished her good luck and said she was sure that Patricia would do very well. "Also, I have to praise you for your outfit! Oh, girl, you look so wonderful!" 

"Thank you, Sam!" Patricia said, clearly proud of herself.

"Do you remember the time when I needed to help you put together an outfit? Or even the time you were totally clueless about fashion? Oh, Patty, you have progressed so much!" 

Patricia remembered that, and she was surprised to realize that this seemed to have happened a very, very long time ago – almost in another life. What did that mean? 

"Well, you’ve helped me a lot, you know…" Patricia said. 

"Just a little bit" Samara smiled. "As I've always suspected, you're a natural! Oh, and aren't those heels to die for? So precious! Look how you can walk on them like a pro, even though they are so high… I could only wish!"

"Ah! Don't be silly, Sam!" Patricia said trying to sound modest, but the truth was that all that talk was strongly impacting her. Was she that good being a woman? Of course I am! She thought, without knowing for sure from where that so emphatic statement had come. I'm great at being a woman, and I love it. There's nothing better than being this extremely feminine creature…

Feeling even more confident, Patricia said good-bye to Samara, and crossed the hall with her sky-high heels clicking stridently on the floor. Samara observed how the other woman moved her hips sensually at every step, with her cute butt raised because of the shoes. 

"Well, I'm sure she'll be a hit in the office..." she thought out loud.