That's a Job for a MILF 10.2 (Day 17) (Patreon)

"First" Samara continued, "let’s try a garment that was a special request from Mrs. Beaulieu, your etiquette teacher." 

"What is this?" Patrick asked, looking at that strange piece with apprehension. It was pink, and had a floral embroidery in the center.

"It’s a shapewear, similar to a corset, but a bit less restrictive. It’ll make your waist thinner, and improve your posture. You'll love it! Well, maybe not at first..." she added thoughtfully. "But the benefic will outweigh the sacrifice. Turn around, please."

"Samara, stop it! You're killing me!" Patrick cried out some minutes later, while the girl was tightening the straps of the shapewear. 

"Oh, don't be such a drama queen, honey. I’m sure it isn’t so bad, and I just need to tighten it a bit more…"

"More?" Patrick exclaimed.

"Do you see how hard it is to be a pretty girl?" she giggled. "But you'll get used to it." 

When Samara finished, Patrick felt as if his waist had been plastered. It was extremely uncomfortable, and he could barely breathe! He begged her to loosen it a bit, but the girl was adamant.

"Don't be silly, Pat. You'll thank me for that later. Don't you see how much your body already looks more elegant?" she said, rubbing his waist. 

Next, the girl picked up a pair of white stockings. She carefully put the stocking on his right leg, telling him to pay close attention. Then, she told him to take care of the left stocking by himself. Patrick couldn't bend his body because of the shapewear, so he had to put his leg on a bench, in a very feminine position. 

It took a lot of time. That procedure was more complicated than he had expected, especially now that his nails were a little longer. At least Samara said in the end that he had done a good job. "It feels good, doesn't it?" she asked. "Much nicer than the shapewear I'm sure."

Patrick thought that she was right. The feeling of wearing stockings was wonderful – almost an erotic experience. Wow, while I'm a woman I want to use this all the time. It's a shame that young women almost don't use stockings anymore. They don't know what they are missing, he thought, unconsciously starting to think of himself as an older person... Perhaps even an older woman.

After that, it was time for the panties. Patrick had been wearing female underwear since his arrival at the clinic, but that day he would start using a new style of lingerie, as he soon realized. Samara handed him a pair of white lace panties, which looked so delicate that the guy held it carefully, as if he feared that it could fell apart in his hands. 

When he put the garment, he felt a intense shiver. That pair of panties was as soft and silky as the stockings, and not even the fact that the back strap went deep into his ass bothered him. He had grown used to that feeling in fact, and was even enjoying it a little bit now. He then stuck his cock between his legs as usual, which was being a lot easier those days. 

"Oh, so you learned how to tuck your little cute thing by yourself!" Samara smiled. "You really are a natural, Pat!"

"Thanks!" Apparently he didn't notice (or maybe didn't mind) that the girl had just called his penis “little cute thing”. Usually, a man wouldn't be happy to hear that. 

Next, the girl helped him to put on the matching strapless bra. "You know what they say, right? Once a girl starts wearing a bra, she will be always wearing one for the rest of her life!" 

Patrick was sure this had been just a joke, but still he felt something weird when the girl said that. What was that? Fear? Apprehension? Excitement? All this together? He couldn't tell. 

But the truth was that the fact he was wearing a bra changed something inside him. Somehow, he felt supported and secure, and he wondered if that was how the other women felt too. 

Finally, Samara helped him put on a pair of 3-inch pink pumps.  "So, what do you think, Pat?" she asked.

Patrick stood in front of the mirror again, and watched his reflection. He unconsciously put a hand on his waist and slightly flexed one of his feet, as if his mind had decided that this feminine figure needed a girly pose for things to make sense. For the first time, Patrick was able to see a woman looking at his reflection. 

She wasn't particularly pretty, especially with no makeup, and her arms might still be too large. Still, he was sure that a lot of people could already think that this person was a female without a doubt. 

"I... I think I really am turning into a woman" he said, almost mesmerized by his appearance.

"Of course you are, honey" Samara whispered in his ear. "And before you realize it, there won't be any male trace on you anymore. Isn't that nice?"

"I... I guess so" Patrick gasped, confused by the strange emotions he was feeling…