Doctor's visit with Mia

"Tanya, this is crazy. Why's my face all red? Why's it feel like shit?" Simon said, his voice going from accusatory to pleading by the end of his sentence; if he knew one thing, is was delivering a line.

"So now I'm crazy." Tanya replied. Her hands crossed her chest.

"N-no. I meant my face being bright red is crazy." Simon backpedaled, knowing his girlfriends tone as well; if he knew something else, it was when Tanya was pissed, her voice took on a certain shrillness.

Tanya softened up. Rarely did her boyfrien descalate fights. Hmmm. She'd let him off the hook for this one. Just once. And only once.

"Fine. Listen. You have a slight skin burn from using the nair there. Or, I think you do. Nothing serious, but you definitely should see a deramtologist tomorrow." Tanya said.

The two enjoyed their dinner, and Simon tried his best to ignore the pain on his face, to no avail. By the end of the night, he lay in bed, trying his best to ignore the sensation. He let Tanya be the big spoon once more, just happy she wasn't asking him to use the dating app or any nonsense like that.

"Babe, come on, please. I'm not Mia." Simon said.

"You're right. You're Mia Lozano. Think about it like a character study. Except, this testing your acting ability, full stop." Tanya said.

"I really don't think....." Simon trailed off. Tanya had grabbed the seat of his pants, and he felt himself melt at the touch, eager to please. Surely once she tried to dress him and failed to make him look the part of a Latino, Middle-Aged MILF she'd give up on this nonsense?

She did not. Rooting through her closet, Tanya found the perfect set of clothing. Tight, but not revealing, so as to stop any exposure. Meanwhile, Simon practiced his Mia voice, and by the time she was back, fell back into his role.

"O-ow. Senorita, no, this is painful." Mia said, her voice close to perfect, full of the breathy air from two nights ago. Mia's makeup was being done, and Tanya tried her best to be gentle, but still get it done.

After close to a hour of dressing up, makeup, and the assorted tasks, Tanya was done. Mia, meanwhile, felt the sand balloons in her bra with pain.

"Senorita Tanya, must you have them, uhmmm, tan masivo? Mi back hurts." Mia complained, holding onto the two things.

"Yes. Duh, you're a MILF. What type of MILF is complete without some nice knockers?" Tanya questioned.

Simon could not disagree, and when he was in front of the mirror, he lost any ability to speak. Tanya had chosen a perfect dress. It went up to his neck, but was tight enough that his pretend breasts looked the part. Meanwhile, its back popped his ass out, and the pantyhose with heels made it look quite mature. The heels were tiny, close to only half-an-inch, but they crushed Simon's feet, and ruined his balance.

"Tanya, uhm, sh-should we do this?" Simon asked. "G-go to the doctor like this?"

"Stop breaking character. Remember, you're on my insurance, not your own. I'll drive. You use the dating app while we drive." Tanya said, and Mia hung her head, not one to argue when he/she was dressed like this.

On her phone, Mia texted Andrew, who began to respond.

Sorry for not messaging yesterday Papi - mi madre called!

No problem hermosa. I hope you like that nickname :). Might you be free this weekend? I'd love to take you on an adventure, and prove to you that I more then just a friendly voice.

Si, papi, I.....

Mia hesitated. She didn't want to crush the heart of what sounded like a nice man. They were at a redlight, and Tanya grabbed the phone, taking it from Mia's hands.

"He's in love." Tanya said with a laugh. She quickly typed something out. Mia's eyes went wide as she read the message.

Si, papi, I'd love to go an adventure. Donde?

Andrew shot back a time and an address, and Mia replied:

Si. Yo be there!

Putting the phone down, Mia ignored the message from Andrew, instead scrolling through the other messages and conversations. Most were duds, but one stood out, a younger man.

Jeremiah--Conqueror:

It's funny, I love Spanish films, and you love American. Want to debate who's right?

Before Mia might reply, the car stopped, and the two went into the dermatologist's office.

"Yes, you're right Mia, it does appear to be a very slight skin burn. Nothing deadly, but certainly not good. Could you lay down Ms. Lozeno?" The middle-aged, very masculine looking dermatologist asked.

"Si. Call me Senorita Lozeno." Mia responded. She was afraid. What if they found out this was an act? It freaked her out enough to keep her lips shut.

The man's hands gently touched her face, and Mia shut her eyes. He examined it for a bit more, then allowed her to sit up, keeping his hand on her back.

"Might I say, your skin is very soft even after putting such a harsh chemical on it." He said and smiled. "Now, treatment will be quite simple; you'll need some things to restore the youthfulness of your face, and some pain medicine."

"Si senor. You are not calling me old, are you?" Mia asked. She figured that's what a middle-aged woman would be concerned with.

"Never! Not with a woman as beautiful as yourself. Now please, relax, I have some of the cream on hand, and can show you the proper procedure for application." The Doctor said.

A nurse came with the cream, water, and some of the pain medication. After taking one of the pills, Mia felt just a bit woozy and off balance. Thankfully, the Doctor's hands were there to keep her steady, and his words kept her relaxed.

"Lay back for me." The doctor said. Mia laid back onto the examination table. His right hand slowly began to apply the cream to Mia's face, and his left drifted from holding her face, to sliding down her body. "Are you okay, with a bit of more, hands on application?" He asked.

"Si." Mia replied, the cooling sensation more wonderful then some orgasms she'd had; it felt wonderful. Slowly, the Dr.'s left hand drifted onto her breasts, sliding past them, and resting itself on her thigh. His right rubbed the cream in.

Mia moaned. It all felt very good. He stopped.

"That should be quite enough of the cream. Now, Senorita Lozeno, I assume that means there is no Senor Lozeno?" The man said forwardly.

"No-no Senor." Mia replied, recovering from the orgasmic bliss of the relief on her face.

"Well, if you'd like to meet for coffee sometimes, here is my number. Along with your prescriptions." The Doctor replied, giving her a long script, with a smaller piece of paper with his number.

After picking up the cream, medicines, and several other skincare products, Mia was exhausted, and Tanya was giddy. They reached home, and before Mia had even put down the bag, Tanya was on her like a wolf.

"Tan-tanya!" Mia said with shock.

"Oh, Mia, the Doctor giving you his number is so hot. Get on the couch now." Tanya repleid, shoving her down, and yanking up the dress. Very quickly, Mia's ass was being fondled, and soon, had a finger up it, with Tanya's other hand fingering herself. The two kissed like never before, and spent hours together, makeup blending together, lipstick marks on both parties.

Simon, exhausted, woozy, and just a bit overstimulated in his poor dick, slept peacefully that night, somewhat enjoying the cuddling of the two.