Mia's Monday

"Mia. Wakeup." Tanya shook the passed out Mia. She hadn't gotten home until close to 2 in the morning, having been at the club for so long with Andrew, and they really hadn't even slept until 3, seeing as Tanya wanted to satisfy her own urges. However, Tanya did know Mia had a date this morning, meaning she had set an alarm early to get the girl ready for everything.

Tanya knew nothing about cars, but it sorta made sense to her to go see the sunrise, if seeming a bit old-fashioned. Whatever. Mia woke up, not comprehending much of the world. Just lucid enough to stumble into the shower, she let Tanya get her cleaned; she reeked of Simon's cum, seeing As Tanya had been happy enough to just shove two fingers up her ass and make Simon squeal, then pass out.

Not in the mood for anything sexy, Tanya hurried Mia along, and soon enough, she was in a new outfit, and finally, lucid enough to think. Her hangover was terrible, and she took the offered pills, coffee, water and breakfast. She had about 30 minutes before her morning date was due to arrive.

It gave her enough time to think over the last night prior. Buying heels, playing footsies, nearly cumming from a footrub, grinding on another man's dick while dancing, giving a blowjob in public, getting refused a kiss due to cum. God. That was...horrid. But indepth character acting. Those two strains bounced around in Mia's mind: how far would she act out a character, especially since she'd already gotten cum on her face.

Tanya watched Mia come into the world of the living. She seemed to be contemplating her actions the night prior. Clad in a nice pair of jeans, a blouse, a chiffon jacket, Mia looked quite the older woman, especially after the frantic work Tanya had put in. A car pulled up outside.

"Your rides here Mia." Tanya said, going over to her boyfriend and helping him up, even those his small heels meant he didn't need it. Pulling her into a deep kiss, Tanya shoved her tongue down Mia's throat, not letting her do much of anything besides take it - then, with a turn and pat on the back, she was out the door.

It was dark out, and only the lights of the car illuminated the street. Mia knew nothing about cars, and Simon only cared if they looked cool, meaning the hotrod was impressive. Mia's date could tell she liked the car.

"Good morning." The older looking man said; he had to be twice the age of Jeremiah, maybe 15 years Andrew's senior, with salt & pepper hair and a gray beard, he looked proud of his age. He was in a leather jacket, jeans, a nice button up, with sunglasses at his neck.

"Si! Buenos Dias Senor Prince." Mia said, stepping into her carseat, with him shutting the door for her.

"I prefer Richard, but call me what you wish." He replied, taking down the top of the car to allow airflow, with the cool morning air feeling good. "Is Mia fine?"

"Mhm, unless tu think of a better nickname." Mia replied with a smile.

It got a chuckle from the man. They soon were leaving a the car started, and Mia's joke broke the ice, with conversation flowing easily amongst the two. With the wind of the country roads, talking wasn't the easiest thing, but they managed it, Mia doing most of talking for the two, and Richard simply listening or adding his two cents in. Eventually their drive slowed to a crawl with some traffic, and the sun was fully up, allowing Richard some time to talk about his life.

"Yeah, I run a company called Dynamic General Machines. We mostly make exercise machines, things like treadmills, stair steppers." Richard said.

"Muy interesante. Tu like this?" Mia asked, catching Richard, who was a complete gentlemen otherwise, catching a look at her blonde hair and tits.

"It's nice. I want to move into other fields then just exercise machines." He said as they drove down a beautiful road, trees blowing in the wind, the sun lighting them up.

"Que mas? How you say, uhm hmm..." Mia tried to act out needing to think of the word. "What else? Lo siento Senor Richard, I could not think of the palabra."

"Supplements, exercise gear, less machines, more people stuff. That's where the money is." Richard said. He looked over at her once more, and put his hand on her thigh. "And don't worry. English is good, just take it slow, I'm in no rush to see your beautiful blonde hair leave."

"Si. Thank you." Mia said with a smile. They locked eyes for a brief second, but the moment was ruined a few moments later when a sheet of rain came down, and the previously cloudless morning darkened, and poured their contents down.

Both of them were in shock, and Richard quickly pulled under an overpass, saving them from further soaking, and pulled the top of his car up, with Mia accidently getting a second soaking as some of the water fell down from a tiny divet in the cars top. Richard apologized, and Mia squirmed in the clothes uncomfortably; the jeans were soaked, as was the croptop, and they felt miserable. It had to be at least a hour, maybe even two, to drive back to her house.

"Hey, I have a change of clothes in the back. At least, I think I do, would you like them?" Richard asked.

"Si! I.....very much." Mia responded, and Richard checked the trunk for her, coming back with what looked like a satchel, handing it to her and then starting the car, pulling over at a nearby coffee shop to give her a place to change.

The clothes were....not ideal. A pair of very, very tight yoga pants, tight enough that Simon's dick was obvious through them, as was his pantylines. Grimacing, Mia took a loss with the pantylines, and yanked his dick down and back, constricting it with the panties so that it was flat enough. The pink yoga pants looked natural, if only showing off Mia's choice of underwear; the shirt was a very low cut sleeveless crop top, designed for a woman with a chest bigger then Mia, meaning it took a bit of work to get on, but she made it work.

Richard sat in the coffee shop. He looked up at Mia as she came back. His eyes started with her hair, then breasts, then the yoga pants.

"They fit?"

Mia twirled a bit for him, only realizing after it was probably not the greatest thing to be flaunting her ass in everyone in the shop, but whatever. "Si! Very good."

"Great. I'm glad someone could get some use out of them." Richard said cryptically.

"What do tu mean?" Mia sat down with a confused look.

"Oh." For the first moment, Richard looked sheepish, and not wanting to discuss his comment. Mia's hand on top of his pulled the words from him. "Those are my wifes clothes. Well, were my wifes clothes, I guess. I've just never had the heart to remove her gym bag from any of my car."

"Tu have an esposa? I did not know...." Mia said, feeling a bit horrified at the idea that she was talking to a married man, with Richard tightening up.

"No, no. She passed last year. Car accident." Richard said with a grimace.

Great. Mia wasn't wearing just any woman's clothes. He was wearing a dead woman's clothes. It unsettled him just a bit, but they continued talking, and Richard enjoyed Mia's hand rubbing the top of it, as he poured out his struggles with being a (wealthy) widower with an empty nest. After a hour of conversing, he seemed happy to have been able to talk with Mia about everything, and they headed out to his car, the rain having broke.

"I make sure, tu will get back these vestidos. Clothes." Mia said. Richard put his hands up.

"No, no. Keep them. Mary would've wanted someone to get use out of them, especially her gym clothes. You know, I'm always looking for a gym buddy." Richard said, sounding sincere.

Mia tried to play dumb. "Gymnasium? Yo don't go there a muendo, but tu, Senor Richard, luce like you do." Mia said with her hand resting on his thigh.

"That settles it then." Richard said driving. "I'll see you at the gym. Hell, tomorrow even works for me. I'm an early riser."

Mia couldn't find an excuse to get out of it with the man, and she nodded, agreeing to meet up with the man in the morning. Why did it seem like every time Mia hung out with a man, she got set up for another date. Couldn't any man just fumble a date and let her alone?

As Mia left the car, and walked back into her house, she felt Richard's eyes on her back, taking in her ass. He watched it bounce a bit. Not that big, not even close to Mary's, not by a long shot. He could see Mia's panties through the yoga pants. He was a thong man. But still, he was a man who knew what he wanted, and helping create a fat ass for the world to enjoy would be quite lovely. He looked forward to tomorrow morning.

"I'd say your face is recovered. Quite well in fact." Eric said as Mia sat on the examination table. He helped her sit up, quite enjoying the sights in front of him, that is, the yoga pants and crop top.

"Muy bien!" Mia said with a smile.

"For now, I'll give you another two weeks worth of pain medication, and for the cream, I'd just using it indefinitely. It's good for your skin." Eric said. Mia nodded. He continued speaking to her.

"When we talked Friday, I promised you I'd try to help - from both my Hippocratic oath and as a person. I got you an anti-anxiety medication. I really would suggest you take this." Eric said.

"S-si. Gracias." Mia responded. Eric's eyes were piercing into her.

"Don't mention it. I was thinking more about your anxiety and Mia, do you ever get anxious about your English abilities? Is that why sometimes you seem so apprehensive with your comments?" Eric asked. He sat in his white lab and chair, looking quite dignified, while Mia felt a bit nervous. What was he getting at?

"Umm...occ-occassionally? English not Mi first uh, language." Mia said.

"You're fine." His smile could've melted the winter frost. "But the best way to deal with a stressor like that is studying it a bit more. I just want you to be able to not be stressed about anything. You're a beautiful young woman."

"Tu know how to, uh, flatter, a vieja. Old woman." Mia said with a giggle.

"No old woman here. I'm going to write you a prescription for something that will help you focus while you study, if you want to try to learn English better. Try out a class or two online. I think you'll be much more comfortable." Eric said, helping her down from the examination table and then giving her the scripts she'd have to go a pharmacy for. He promised to see her tomorrow, well before golf, so that they could buy an outfit for her; Mia got the medications from the pharmacy.

The collection of pill bottles was incredibly, and if Mia hadn't been given a bag for the collection of pills, her hands would've been full. Tanya mostly left her alone when she got home, commenting on her outfit, but other then that, not much was said, especially since Tanya had to rush to work after she dropped Mia off at home. Comfy in her current clothes, Mia sat on the couch, checking her phone and the messages on it.

Senor Andrew: Mia, I loved our date yesterday, and hope you slept off your hangover well enough. Would you like to check out another club on Thursday hermosa?

I might be all clubbed out this week. What if we went to the parque Senor?

Senor Andrew: Lovely idea - I'll see you Thursday ;p. And also, I saw you eyeing these last night. I'd love to see you in them - overnight shipping, so you'll get them tomorrow.

What came next was a screenshot of an online order for 6 heels. Mia didn't remember eyeing them at all but she thanked Andrew for buying them for her, and he sent back a quick response.

Senor Andrew: You deserve them jovenzula.

Mia sat back onto the couch, and popped the medications she had been given, even the thing that was supposed to help her focus. Looking it up, it seemed to be a common study aid, and she got very interested in it. Her mind became razor sharp for the brief period it effected her body, and before she knew, she was traveling down a rabbithole, researching Spanish lessons, and then starting Spanish lessons. If Simon was going to play the part, he should at least know more Spanish.....

Tanya opening the door broke his intense focus. The clock read 11 pm. Hadn't it just been 6? Mia looked at Tanya, who look exhausted, and closed her laptop, feeling her focus broken. Tanya looked happy to see her feminized boyfriend, as if she had found an oasis in the desert.

"Baby, the day of work I had today, you wouldn't believe..." Tanya said, falling into the couch, putting her head into Simon's lap.

They talked about their days.