That's a Job for a MILF (Part 1) (Patreon)

So, here's the first part of the book I am currently working on. It's an Age Progression story, about a young man turned into a middle-aged woman by realistic transformation.

I'll post the chapters of this story here for all of you who are supporting me with $ 5 or more. If you prefer to read the full story at once, don't worry. I'll send the book for you all as soon as it's finished and edited.

I hope you like it! :-)

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THAT'S A JOB FOR A MILF (PART 1)

The atmosphere was tense and full of expectation at the McFarland Inc. – Ronald McFarland, the founder and president of the company, had summoned the top executives for an extraordinary meeting. No one knew for sure when had been the last time it had happened, but some claimed that Jimmy Carter was still the US president at the time.

The executives were waiting at the anteroom of Mr. McFarland's office, knowing that they would be called at any time – the company president was a very punctual man. Among them, there was someone who hadn't exactly been called to that meeting, but was hoping to get into the office camouflaged among the others. His name was Patrick Donovan, and he was a twenty-three years old junior executive.

Patrick had gotten that job about six months before, shortly after he had finished a business degree. He had been one of the best students in his class, and all the teachers agreed that he had a great future ahead. However, Patrick hadn't achieved that position so quickly just because of his resume – he was also the fiancé of McFarland's youngest daughter, a beautiful young woman called Julie.

They had met at college two years earlier, and the guy immediately became interested in her. After a few attempts, he finally managed to convince the girl to go out with him, and they soon became a couple. Later, Julie explained that her initial reluctance was due to the fact that Patrick was attending the business college, while she studied history, and she was a bit tired of business people because of her father's behavior. However, she had discovered that Patrick was a sweet and funny guy, unlike what she had imagined.

Just out of curiosity, during that conversation, Patrick asked who Julie’s father was, and he was stunned to learn that the man was the owner of McFarland Inc., a huge company that produced electronic components for all types of vehicle, from cars to airplanes. Even though that surname wasn't so common, Patrick had never imagined that his girlfriend could be a close relative of such a man.

Patrick had a manly and confident face. His hair was dark brown and his eyes were blue. He had the habit of studying compulsively, but still, he always found time to go to the gym. Thus, he had an athletic body, with well-defined muscles. As if that weren't enough, he had a captivating personality, being able to get along with almost everyone.

Julie had a pretty face, with big green eyes and pouty lips. Her hair was dark blond and slightly curled. Her body was slender, with long legs, and C-cup breasts. In regular days, she used to wear simple and comfortable clothes, and little makeup, if any. However, that wasn't a problem – In fact, it seemed to highlight even more her natural and unpretentious beauty.

The young man already liked Julie even before knowing that she was one of the heirs of Mr. McFarland, but he'd be lying to himself if he said that this fact didn't make he take that relationship even more seriously. Julie was just perfect – in every sense. It wasn't even about the money she would inherit, since he wanted to get rich by his own efforts. But just being close to someone like McFarland could help him to achieve his goals faster. All he needed was a chance to show what he was capable of.

That same year, through the intermediary of Julie, Patrick got an internship at the company of his father-in-law. Mr. McFarland realized from the start that that young man had talent, but he was determined not to show any kind of favoritism. This way, Patrick was demanded to work harder than any of the other trainees, and he didn't disappoint.

The old man was also convinced that Patrick wasn't dating his daughter just because of money. He truly seemed to be a good guy who loved her. For this reason, he allowed them to get engaged in the following year, and he hired Patrick as a junior executive as soon as he graduated from college.

The only Patrick's defect, as Mr. McFarland always kept saying, was that he was too anxious. There was no problem in wanting to have a prominent position in the professional environment, but one shouldn't try to skip steps. That was something that Patrick, with all his vivacity and ambition, had yet to understand. He was always trying to prove to his father-in-law that he was ready to get a promotion, and also seeking to insert himself at the top management of the company.

It was exactly what he was doing at the anteroom of Mr. McFarland's office that day.

After a few more endless minutes of waiting, the phone of the Mr. McFarland's secretary rang, and everyone held their breath. The call lasted no more than three seconds. At the end, the secretary said the crowd could come in to the meeting. Beside the others, Patrick strode confidently toward Mr. McFarland's office. However, he was stopped at the very last moment.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Donovan, but you aren't allowed to attend this reunion" said Ruth Brown, McFarland's secretary.

"What?" Patrick said, pretending he was surprised. "You must be confusing me with someone else, Mrs. Brown" he stated, smiling broadly. His smile was a kind of secret weapon. It was so friendly and warm... He had already achieved many things through it. However, Mrs. Brown seemed to be immune to that trick.

"There is no confusion, Mr. Donovan " she said gravely. "Mr. McFarland said your name specifically... letter by letter. He warned me that you would try to be part of this meeting, but I should stop you."

Mrs. Brown was an old lady with short gray hair and a plump body. She always wore a pair of thick glasses, and worked as Mr. McFarland's secretary since forever. Patrick still tried to convince her that there should be some misunderstanding for some time, but he soon realized that this was an impossible task. The woman was adamant. So, he just shrugged and turned away, feeling defeated. He just couldn't understand why Mr. McFarland was still reluctant to include him in his "circle of trust".

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Three hours later, Patrick was in his office when he finally heard the footsteps of his immediate boss in the hallway. After so much time working together, he could recognize Christine Moss only by the clicks of her high heels. Since she was going back to her office, it meant that the special meeting had ended. That was the time for Patrick to find out what had been discussed at Mr. McFarland’s office.

  "Hey, Chris" he said, coming into the woman's office. Christine was in her early forties, and she was still in good shape. She had light brown hair at shoulder level, a round face and dark brown eyes. Her skin was very light, and she had a receptive smile, although she could also look intimidating, when she was angry. She always dressed professionally, with sober outfits, and high heels. 

Despite the age difference between Patrick and Christine, and the fact that she was his boss, they had become good friends over time, and the young man even had the freedom to call her Chris, when they were alone.

"Hello, Patrick" the woman said, without taking her eyes of the documents on her desk. "What you want?"

"Oh, I just came to bring that report you asked for."

"I told you to give me this on Thursday. Do you realize that today is still Monday?"

"Yes, but you know how competent I am. I had already finished it at the end of last week" he said, smiling charmingly.

"Thank you, Patrick. I really appreciate your efforts. Now if you'll excuse me..."

"Sure! But... Is everything okay? You look worried about something."

"Well... After that meeting..."

"Was it so bad?"

"You have no idea! Can you believe that..." the woman stopped suddenly, and stared at Patrick, who by then was already sitting in front of her, hearing closely. "Oh, I see what you're trying to do here, young man! You're trying to manipulate me to find out the subject of the meeting!"

"Do you really believe that I would be capable of something so vile?" he said, with an exaggerated gesture, pretending he was offended.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure of it!" Christine said, trying to sound daunting, although she could hardly keep from laughing because of the comical reaction of her subordinate. "I know you tried to infiltrate the meeting, even knowing you weren't supposed to be there."

"I was just trying to help, Chris!"

"Yeah, whatever. But it has to stop now! I'm not allowed to discuss this issue with you."

"If you say so, I won't insist. But you're aware that no one needs to know what we talk here, right? I know that Mr. McFarland didn't want my help, but maybe you..."

"The answer is no!"

"All right. You know where you can find me if you change your mind."

While Patrick was leaving her office, Christine thought about it for a moment. Sure, he was a little nosy sometimes, but he always had good ideas and she trusted him. The problem she had to solve was quite tricky, and perhaps a second opinion could be helpful.

"Wait" she said, regretting it almost immediately, seeing the conceited look of the young man…

Half an hour later, the woman had told everything, and Patrick was looking at her, dumbfounded.

"So, Mr. McFarland thinks that Gregory Hill, the director of the company's main subsidiary, is selling secret information to competitors. That's crazy!"

"I know, but could you remember to keep your voice down? If anyone hears what we're talking, I swear I'll kill you with my own hands!"

"Okay, I'm sorry. It's just that I got really surprised by this information. I thought Gregory Hill was a trustworthy man of Mr. McFarland."

"Me too. This was something unexpected for all of us."

"Why Mr. McFarland began to get suspicious of Mr. Hill?"

"He didn't go into details, but he said that his suspicions are based on solid evidences. However, he can't prove it... yet."

"And that's why he called all of you."

"Yes. As I said, he wants us all to think of some way to find out the truth, keeping this subject in strict secrecy. Hmm… I think I just disobeyed this order right now."

"Don't worry. You know I won't talk about it to anyone. But wouldn't it be easier if Mr. McFarland simply hired some kind of external audit or an investigator specialized in business issues to take care of this situation?"

"Someone suggested something like that during the meeting. Mr. McFarland said it wouldn't work, though. As he explained, Gregory Hill is someone very cunning and clever, who has full knowledge of everything that happens in the subsidiary he commands. He would find out about an investigation of this nature promptly."

"Well, in this case, Mr. McFarland should just confront Mr. Hill to know the truth."

"This could be even worse. Gregory Hill isn't someone easily impressed. He wouldn't reveal the truth simply by being pressured. Aware of such suspicions, he would have the chance to make disappear any actual evidence against him, and he could even tarnish the company's image revealing to the public that he had been wrongly accused. Mr. Hill is a very influential man."

"I see... This is a really tough situation, isn't? Well... And what if Mr. McFarland hires someone to pretend to be a competitor interested in buying some secret information?"

"That was the best suggestion during the meeting. This could work, but wouldn't be so simple. Mr. Hill knows everybody in this business, and he might suspect something if some stranger approach him to talk about it."

"Then it might be better to recruit someone who works in the same subsidiary to spy him" Patrick said, determined to offer some good idea.

"According to my experience, Hill isn't the type of boss who has a very close relationship with his subordinates, so an ordinary employee wouldn't be able to spy him so easily. I know about it very well because I worked for him for some time."

"Oh, did you?"

"Yes. About five years ago. It wasn't a very pleasant experience, so to speak. As I said, he likes to control everything that's going on, and don't share a lot with others. I just had to fulfill specific orders, without being aware of the big picture. I think the only way for someone to effectively spy him would be disguised as his secretary" she laughed. "Obviously, this wouldn't be a task for a random girl. That person would have to be very alert and have a broad knowledge about this business to discover something. It would be really hard to find someone with such skills and willing to do that."

"Oh, sure" the young man said, with a strange expression on his face.

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That night, Patrick took his fiancée out to dinner. They went to one of favorite places of the girl, a simple and intimate restaurant where they served seafood. The girl was wearing a long linen white dress and flats, with her hair tied in a bun. Patrick was wearing a navy blue dress shirt and jeans.

As usual, they talked excitedly as they savored the delicious food, but from time to time the young man seemed to be distant. He just couldn't stop thinking about the conversation he'd had with Christine, his boss. That whole story about Gregory Hill selling secret information of the company seemed a little insane, but what if it were true?

Mr. McFarland wasn't a fool, as Patrick knew very well. The old man wouldn’t summon the most important directors of the company to discuss this issue if he hadn't a good reason to distrust Hill. And the most important: if Patrick could think of a way to find out the truth, this could be the chance he was waiting for to win the confidence of his father in law.

His mind then wandered to what Christine had said at the end: I think the only way for someone to effectively spy him would be disguised as his secretary. Patrick observed his girlfriend as she spoke. Unconsciously, he began to pay attention to the way she talked, her gestures, how she was sitting... Could he be able to emulate all that?

What the hell am I thinking? He scolded himself, troubled. He wouldn't be willing to pretend to be a woman just to get a promotion faster, would him? That was the stupidest idea ever… Or wasn't? Well, even if he really wanted to try this, he could never look like a woman. He was too manly for that. Even so, his mind just couldn't let this idea go...

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"Hey, Chris" he said the next morning, getting into his boss's office without knocking. "I've been thinking on what you told me about Mr. Hill, and I…"

"Shhh... Shut up, you idiot! You can't just walk in here this way, talking about it. You didn't even make sure I was alone!"

"Well, I don't see anyone else here."

"Yeah, but just now you decided to look around. And you know what, I regret telling you about the meeting. I know you'll screw it up!"

"Don't be dramatic, Chris! Everything will be okay. I just need to ask you something, okay? After that I won't bother you about it anymore."

"Fine! What do you want to know?"

"You said you believe that only a secretary would be able to spy on Mr. Hill. But what about some kind of male assistant? Perhaps a competent and dedicated young man could earn his trust."

"And who would be this person? You?"

"Well... I could sacrifice myself for the good of the company, since you insist."

"Look, Patrick, I know you would like to intervene in this situation. You must be thinking that if you solve this problem, Mr. McFarland will give you a promotion immediately. But you don't need to do it! You know your rise in the company is only a matter of time."

"Yeah, but if I could do something to speed things up... Why not? That's a win-win situation, after all."

"Yes, but the only problem is that it just won't work. Gregory Hill doesn't have male assistants. As I said, the only people who can get close enough to him to discover something are his secretaries. So, unless you are planning to become a woman, and a woman with very specific characteristics, you have no chance."

"What do you mean by specific characteristics?"

"Well, during the time I worked at the branch headed by Mr. Hill, I noticed that all his secretaries followed a certain pattern. They were all over forty, but were in good shape, and they were… How am I going to say… Flirty. I'm not saying that they were unqualified or something, nor that they had some kind of extra professional relationship with Mr. Hill, but the fact is that they all had these traits in common, and none of them held the position for a long time."

"How old is Mr. Hill?"

"I don't know for sure, but I think he's over fifty, although he still looks good, I would say."

"Does his wife know about his liking for this kind of secretary?"

"From what I remember, he is divorced."

"Interesting! So, Mr. Hill is a free and uncommitted man with a thing for MILF's."

"A thing for what?"

"You know... attractive middle-aged women…" realizing that Christine hadn't understood very well yet, Patrick explained what that acronym stood for.

"You men are all pigs, you know" Christine said, disgusted.

"Oh, don't take a part for the whole" Patrick said. "I just know this expression because… You know… It's a kind of common knowledge. Anyway, now I see your point. It's a shame that there is no way for me to look like one of those women."

"You're just saying that because you know this is impossible, right? Not even you would be stupid enough to do something like that just to get a promotion…"

"You bet I would, Chris!"

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It was about two weeks later when Simone Miller, another company director, entered Christine's office with a giggly expression. Patrick was also there, handing some reports to his boss.

"Hello, Chris. Have you... Oh, you are here too, Patrick!" Simone said, as if only then she had seen the young man. I wanted to talk to you as well. Is that true that you want to become a hot middle-aged woman so you can seduce Gregory Hill?"

Patrick got so surprised by this question he even choked on the coffee he was drinking. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mrs. Miller" he said.

"You don't need to lie, Patrick" Christine said, smirking. "I told Simone about our conversation a few days ago. She's trustworthy."

"So, is that true?" Simone asked again. She was a thirty-odd years old woman, with short black hair and a petite body, and brown eyes.

"Fine! I've said something similar to that, without the seduce part, but this was just a silly idea. This can't be done, after all."

"Not exactly... I know some people who could help you."

"Oh, really? Are they witches or something?"

"Better than that. They run a discrete and exclusive beauty clinic. I know from experience that they are able to do complex and comprehensive treatments like this one you need. You have no idea of the wonders they can do for you."

"I don't think you understood me very well, Mrs. Miller. I'm not willing to undergo plastic surgery to look as a woman. It's too much."

"Don't worry about that. I'm sure they can think of some less invasive and temporary solution for your case."

Patrick just didn't know what to say. That idea was absurd. How could a beauty clinic make him look like a middle-aged woman? And even without any surgical procedure! The young man concluded that Simone was probably mocking him, or perhaps, with Christine's help, she was trying to scare him to teach him some sort of lesson. He then decided to play along, just for fun.

"Okay" Patrick smiled. "If you say so, I think we could try that. Tell me more about this clinic."

"Are you serious?" Christine asked, astonished.

"Why not?" Patrick said, casually. "Simone said they can do something to change my appearance temporarily, and I really want to help the company to solve this problem. This seems reasonable to me."

"That's great!" Simone said. "You know what? I'll call the owner of the clinic and ask her to receive us at the weekend, so she can explain everything to you. She and I became good friends after my stay there. The clinic is located on the outskirts of a small nearby town. Is that okay for you?"

"Let me know when you have an answer."

"I will, Patrick… Or maybe should I start calling you by a female name? Have you thought about how you want to be called once you become a woman?"

"I'll work on that, Mrs. Miller. You can be sure" and saying that, Patrick left Christine's office. If these women were thinking that they would scare him so much that he would give up that plan, they couldn't be more wrong. The young man knew that story couldn't be real, and they would have to tell the truth sooner or later.