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Washed, Waxed, and Polished By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 2 "Candice, please be careful," said Jordan as he squeezed into the front seat next to Jodi. "Oh stop worrying." Candice buckled up and pulled away from the curb. "This is going to be fun." "But how about not making me vomit, though? Teased Jodi as Candice was quickly stopping and starting, jerking everyone back and forth. "Shut up," Teased Candice. "It just takes some getting used to. This is one sensitive and fast machine, but I can handle it." Jordan could barely look as he already had a belly full of butterflies and was trying not to think about her damaging his transmission. Luckily they only drove for fifteen minutes before finally pulling up at the valet and they happily got out. Candice flipped the keys to the valet and walked around to the other side as each of the girls locked elbows with Jordan as they entered the large party hall together. "Good evening," said Jodi in a chipper mood to the desk manager. "Hi, I'm Jodi and we're registered as Charlie's Angels for the evening." "Wonderful ladies, and you look great. Yes, I see you are paid up and all set," said the manager. "Here are your wrist bands and name tags. Enjoy!" "Thank you," said Jodi, pinning on her badge and then pinning on Jordan's. "Oh, and mame. I almost forgot," said the desk manager. "The gentlemen in your party has already checked in and told me to tell you he will be at the main bar." "Gentlemen. What gentlemen?" Jordan asked. "I thought it was just us. I thought there was no Charlie?" "There isn't any Charlie." Jodi dragged them through the crowd. "But I never said it was just us. I just said we wanted you to go with us, and we needed a third Angel." "Who's the guy then?" asked Jordan. "I'm not comfortable hanging out with any of your guy friends dressed like this?" "I told you I had a boyfriend, and you said you didn't care," said Jodi as she dragged him through the crowd. "And there he is." "Hey ladies." Jodi released Jordan's hand and kissed her boyfriend. "Wow, look at that hair." "I know, it's weird being a brunette," Jodi ran her fingers through it. "It's been a while, but I was due for a change anyway." "Looks hot to me, babe." "And don't you look sexy as always Candice." "Charming as always, aren't you Ryan?" said Candice kissing him right on the lips. "You know it?" Ryan smiled. "So aren't you going to introduce me to your friend here?" "Sorry," Jodi chuckled. "I'm still a blonde under here.. This is Jordan." "Hi," said Jordan meekly as he looked up at Jodi's tall, hunky looking boyfriend. "Nice to meet you Jordan," said Ryan. "I'm Ryan. I mean Bosworth for tonight, anyway. So obviously you're Farrah tonight." "Yeah, that's what they tell me," Jordan pointed at his name tag. "I mean Jill." "I see that. I didn't even know her name. I just saw the hair, and obviously you're the Farrah character," said Ryan laughing. "I didn't mean to be rude. I just thought that my girlfriend was coming as Farrah." "That was the plan until your bitchy friend Sandra cancelled at the last minute today. She cost me two appointments that I would have had when she chickened out cutting her hair. Why I don't know, because she has the worst hairdo, and this cut would have been a big improvement on her," said Jodi playfully slapping him. "But Jordan was nice enough to step in and obviously we couldn't have two blondes. Plus you know me; I was dying to change my look anyway, so I figured I'd do the Kate Jackson thing. You said you liked it though right?" "No I do. You look hot as always," said Ryan, pulling her in and hugging her. "You know I always had a thing for Farrah though, so I expected you in that look tonight, but you definitely make one very sexy Sabrina." "Good come back Bosworth," Candice teased as he gave a quick kiss to Jodi. "Shut up Kelly," said Ryan chuckling. "Seriously I used to have this poster of Farrah in a red swimsuit on my wall. Damn she was so hot. Not that you're not as well Jordan. I mean you look incredible as Jill." "She does right?" said Jodi, looking at Jordan and then staring at Ryan. "Her dress is perfect and her shoes are so hot right? Plus I worked hard on her hair. You know getting the right feathered look. It wasn't easy." "I bet it wasn't," said Ryan, looking Jordan up and down. "Nice job honey. The dress, the hair. It all looks great. Never can go wrong with a blonde in a red dress." "Excuse me, can you take a picture of all of us together," Jodi handed her phone to a stranger. "Oh sure," said the guy snapping a pic as they huddled together. "Now, just one of those two, ok?" said Jodi, pushing Ryan next to Jordan and jumping out of the shot with Candice. "Cool ,sure," said the stranger as Ryan happily put his arm around Jordan and smiled. "Thanks," said Jodi, taking back her phone and pressing some buttons. "I just sent it to your face book, so you can always fantasize about having your arm around Farrah." "You're not jealous, right?" said Ryan, grabbing her and kissing her. "No, don't be silly," said Jodi, kissing him back and staring at Jordan out of the corner of her eye during the kiss. "I think that little old crush of yours is adorable." "Oh shit. This is my song," said Candice, grabbing Jodi. "We'll be right back and we'll bring us some drinks. Why don't you two get to know each other better, and we'll be back in a jiffy." "Cool," said Jodi as she was being dragged off. "You two can talk cars. You both love them." "Really, a girl that knows cars," Ryan was impressed. "I have been into fast muscle cars my whole life. I went to auto mechanic school, but never finished and then finally went to college, but I've had mustangs, a Camaro, an old 'vette, and now I drive a suped up GTO." "Sounds cool," replied Jordan. "What about you?" said Ryan, moving closer to him. "They're so wild these two. They never stop when they get the chance to have some fun." Jordan looked to the dance floor, seeing the girls bumping and grinding with each other as they were dancing together. Before long he watched as Candice initiated a kiss and had her tongue in Jodi's mouth as they danced together. They spun and kissed a few times before Ryan took his finger to Jordan's chin, refocusing his attention. "Sorry, so like I was saying," said Ryan as he babbled on about cars as Jordan half paid attention while watching the girls all over each other. Finally they returned and they handed each of them a huge shot. "To the Angels!" said Candice as they all downed them and Candice yelled at the waitress. "Two more each please." "So you two enjoying the car talk?" Jodi kissed Ryan's ear. "Oh definitely," said Ryan.. "But maybe not as much as you two were enjoying the dance." "So Jordan's car is hot, right?" said Candice changing the subject. "Oh I didn't hear about it," said Ryan. "We didn't get that far yet.." "Figures!" said Jodi laughing. "He didn't shut up about himself. Did he?" "Well?" said Jordan, not sure what to say. "Tell him about your car," Jodi prodded him. "Oh, I don't know a lot about cars, but I love my car," said Jordan. "It's my baby." "Awesome, what is it?" said Ryan. "It's a Ferrari," said Jordan. "Damn girl," Ryan was impressed. "I can't wait to see that." "When the party's over, babe," said Jodi, rubbing his shoulder. "The three of us came here in it tonight." "Damn, that's ridiculously hot," said Ryan, shaking his head and grabbing Jodi and Jordan by the hand. "Come on, let's dance and I can't wait to see it later." They all danced as a group as Jordan just swayed his hips without moving his feet as he wasn't much of a dancer. They downed two more rounds of shots as the waitress came over, handing them out and as they finished a fast disco song. Jordan noticed that Jodi gave Ryan a smile, followed by a little nod as Jordan was surprised by Ryan taking his hands. Before he knew it, Ryan was spinning him and flipping him around like a rag doll as he was forced into dancing with Ryan. He almost fell two or three times as he was still a bit unsteady in heels, but each time Ryan would catch him and dip him back, until finally a slower song came on. He quickly found himself with his head on Ryan's shoulders, feeling his immense left hand on his back, rubbing it, while the fingers on his left hand were interlocked with Ryan's right hand. Everything had happened so quickly he could barely react as he looked at the girls again making out as they slow danced next to him, while he was seemingly trapped smelling Ryan's cologne. "Thanks, that was fun," said Ryan, breaking his grip as the song ended and brushing the hair from in front of Jordan's right eye. "There! Let's not hide those beautiful eyes. Let's go get another drink with your friends." Jordan nervously followed Ryan through the crowd as Ryan dragged him softly by the hand. As they returned, they entered a large conversation as the girls were huddled with a huge group of friends. Jordan mostly stood still, nodding and smiling as stories and laughter were exchanged by the many friends that the girls and Ryan shared. It was relaxing to see the different seventies costumes, and see the interaction of everyone until Candice and Jodi grabbed him as they headed off. "Be back after we freshen up," said Jodi, as they whisked him off to the ladies room. "So you look like you are having fun tonight, Jordan," said Jodi, fixing her lipstick. "I told you it was no big deal." "It's fine, except for the dancing part," said Jordan as Candice brushed a little blush on his cheeks. "Either he is being nice or he doesn't know I'm not a girl. Doesn't he know?" "Oh please, stop worrying. Like Ryan could give a shit either way," Candice touchied up his eye shadow as she held his chin. "I know you are digging being Jill. Trust me, you look way better as Jill than you ever did in that shitty beard." "But I," said Jordan, starting to talk until Candice stuck her tongue in his mouth, kissing him as she took control. "Stay loose and have fun," Candice smiled as she broke the kiss and dug through his purse. "We always do." "I can see that," said Jordan, as she took a pencil to his lips. "Exactly, and you will too tonight if you go with the flow," said Candice, now rubbing on some gloss. "Now shush and let me repair your lipstick." "But isn't your boyfriend jealous of you two," said Jordan. "I mean you hide nothing." "That's true, I don't," said Jodi, kissing Candice quickly. "He knows what I like, and he's cool with it. We're all into having a good time." "Wow, you guys are definitely unique," said Jordan as Jodi picked at his hair. "No, I told you we just have an open relationship. He's cool with stuff, and so am I. Close for a sec," said Jodi saturating his hair with hairspray and smoothing it with her fingers. "Damn, your hair really does hold a curl well. All that dancing and dipping and it bounced right back perfectly." "About that, Jodi," said Jordan. "Maybe we can leave soon, so I don't have to feel awkward again, okay?. I guess I'll drive Candice home if you're going to stay with Ryan." "Why was that awkward?" said Jodi, rolling her eyes as they walked out. "Ryan really digs you. It's cool." "Ok now seriously, Jodi," said Jordan following her like a puppy as they walked back to the crowd. "It's not funny, but it is getting late." "Ok, ok," said Jodi. "Honey, Jill here has had enough partying and is ready to head out, so I think it's time to get out of here." "Ok, cool," said Ryan, saying goodnight to everyone. "Me too. I want to check out that car though." "Sure," said Jordan as they walked to the valet. Candice and Ryan handed the tickets to the valet as Ryan's car came up first. He tipped the valet and then his jaw dropped, seeing Jordan's car as it pulled up. "Holy shit. Now that is hot," Ryan circled the car. "You're clogging up the line," said Jodi as the valet opened his passenger door for Jodi as she got in. "Just a sec, please," said Ryan as the valet now let Jordan into his passenger seat. "Can you put the top down Jordan?" "Sure." "It's fucking awesome," said Ryan, practically drooling on the car. "You let Candice drive it?" "Well, I'm not used to these shoes, so I did yes," said Jordan as Ryan leaned over, whispering to Jodi. "Ok, you big child," said Jodi, nodding to Candice as Ryan gave her a huge kiss through the window. "But this will cost you later." "And it'll be worth it," said Ryan, jumping into the driver's seat of Jordan's car. "See ya girls!" "Wait!" Yelled Jordan as they pulled away. "What are you doing?" "Just taking us for a spin," Yelled Ryan. "This is going to be fucking awesome!" "Go easy please," whined Jordan nervously as they sped off. "How many shots did you have?" "It's cool," said Ryan. "I handle my liquor well." They drove for ten minutes as Ryan proved to be an excellent driver. They turned into a desolate area and Ryan started opening it up as Jordan began to get nervous. "Easy, please," said Jordan. "You're doing seventy in a fifty. You gotta slow down." "I will if you will," said Ryan, putting his hand on Jordan's thigh and squeezing it. "Ryan, that's not cool," said Jordan as Ryan sped up faster. "Make me, sexy," Ryan pulled him close. "Ryan, stop," whined Jordan. "I think we have a misunderstanding here. I'm not what you think I am, and what about Jodi?." "Oh, there's no misunderstanding, and don't you worry about her. Everything is cool with that," said Ryan, trying to kiss Jordan as he turned his cheek. "Be careful. Stop what are you doing!" Screamed Jordan as Ryan unclipped his seat belt and leaned way over as his right hand was going under Jordan's dress now. "I'm not a girl, Ryan. Don't you know what I am?" "I know exactly what you are?" Ryan smiled as he took Jordan's hand. "You do?," Jordan was surprised as Ryan shoved Jordan's hand into his lap. "Holy shit! Ryan, no!. I'm not into that." "Sure you are," said Ryan as Jordan quickly sprang his hand back, looking down and realizing Ryan had opened his pants and Jordan's hand was touching his hard, exposed manhood. "Ryan, stop! What the hell are you doing?" said Jordan, pulling away as he felt Ryan's immense strength now as his hand grabbed him. "I'm not into this". "All I'm doing is looking to experience exactly what Jodi helped you experience last night," Ryan looked over at Jordan as he grabbed his neck and squeezed it. "It's a fantasy that anyone would love." "But I can't," said Jordan as his words were interrupted as Ryan thrust Jordan's face into his lap. "Ryan, stop." "Oh please ,you loved it from Jodi," said Ryan, squeezing his neck as Ryan's penis was slapping him in the face as he struggled. "Now stop being a bitch and let me enjoy this ride. Open, bitch." "No, please," whined Jordan before feeling the cock penetrate his mouth. "I can't! Plea--" "Nice and slow honey, while I speed up," Ryan replied as he felt the seat belt click over the back of his neck. Jordan was gasping for air now, slightly panicking as his body twisted as he felt Ryan's right hand on the back of his head. His fingers now dug into the back of his hair as he slowly guided Jordan's head up and down. "Stop fidgeting and enjoy it," Teased Ryan as Jordan took his free hand and dug his fingers into Ryan's thigh. Jordan continued struggling as Ryan took full control. "That's not going to hurt me. A little pain excites me," Ryan chuckled. "Now relax, breathe through your nose and trust me, you'll be sorry if you bite me." Jordan was almost hyperventilating now , struggling to breathe when Ryan pulled his head back slightly, before pushing it back down. He felt his throat relaxing a bit as his breathing opened up through his nose as he had no choice but to accept Ryan's manhood. Ryan's grip was firmly filled with Jordan's hair on the backside of his head as he slowly guided Jordan's mouth up on down on himself. It seemed like an eternity for Jordan as all he could do was try to relax his throat and mouth and be manhandled by Ryan as he moaned with pleasure. "Oh man, Jill," Screamed Ryan. "You and this car are so fucking hot. I'm almost to 100 mph. I'm holding on. Just a few more seconds. Oh shit, Ooohhh shhhiiittt yeah!" Ryan pushed down harder than ever now on Jordan's head, forcing the head of his penis as far down his throat as he could as he exploded into Jordan's mouth. He convulsed a few times before releasing his grip on the back of Jordan's head, as he sighed in satisfaction before hearing a siren. "Oh shit. Sit up," said Ryan, seeing the flashing lights directly behind him as he clicked the seatbelt open, releasing Jordan and began slowing down. Jordan sat up and quickly looked behind him as he re-clicked his seatbelt, catching his breath. Ryan swerved a touch, zipping his pants and fixing his seatbelt as he began pulling over. "You are a fucking asshole," yelped Jordan, breathing heavily and tearing up. "What the fuck is wrong with you." "Clean up and stay calm," said Ryan as the car stopped on the shoulder. "Didn't I warn you about this yesterday," said the officer as he walked over to the drivers' side window. "I can hardly believe you had the balls to ignore me." "I'm sorry sir. I just got a little carried away with this fast machine," said Ryan. "I'm not sure what you are referring to though about yesterday." "You don't remember me pulling you over last night. How many Ferrari's doing 100mph do you think there are on this road?" said the officer, getting pissed. "How much have you been drinking tonight son? License and registration!" "But, it's my first time driving this car," whined Ryan as he reached for his wallet. "At least you only brought one blonde here tonight," said the officer. "What happened to my friend Candice. Did she need her own man tonight? Now step out of the car son and face the hood." "Candice went home. You can call her on my cell if that helps," said Ryan as his hands were placed on the hood. "I don't want any trouble, sir." "Wait a minute," said the officer, shining the light on his license and then his face. "It wasn't you, but it's the same license plate as yesterday. Did you steal this car, boy?" "No sir," Ryan replied. "It's my friend's car. She's in the passenger seat." "I thought this was some guy's car," said the officer, shining the light in Jordan's face. "Sir, I can explain," Jordan shielded his eyes from the light as the officer interrupted. "I'll let you know when you can speak to me, young lady. Step out of the car and walk over to my patrol car. Stand there and wait there quietly," said the officer. The officer cuffed Ryan's left hand behind his back and took the keys from the car. He looped the cuff through the steering wheel and cuffed Ryan's other hand, pinning his back against the car door. He took his light and shined it throughout the car, searching it and removing a few items. He walked over to his patrol car and shined his flash light up and down Jordan's body, inspecting him. "Show me your license, Miss Monroe," said the officer, flicking his name badge on his dress and tossing him his purse. "This is your bag right?" "Yes sir," said Jordan, nervously taking it. "That's not my real name sir. My name is Jordan and it is my car. I can explain." "How about just shutting your mouth and giving me your documents, missy," said the officer. "You look familiar, so don't tell me I didn't see you in the car last night." "No sir, you did," said Jordan, fumbling through the bag looking for his license as things began falling out. "Here you go sir." "Are you trying to bribe me, honey," said the officer as hundreds fell all over the hood of the police car as Jordan's hands were shaking as he opened his purse. "What the hell are you doing?" "No sir. I'm so sorry," Jordan trembled. "I was just getting my license and they fell out." "Hands behind your back," said the officer as a cuff hit his left wrist. The officer twisted him and suddenly both his hands were firmly behind his back. He now took Jordan's license and studied it, shaking his head as he got on the radio. "Assistance needed as I have a DWI driver to bring in, and I'll need a flatbed for an impound," said the officer. "I've also got a clean dash cam recorded of a tranny I've apprehended, attempting to bribe an officer with her monetary collections she received from prior sexual favors I witnessed her performing on the driver." "Backup dispatched. It'll just be a minute as we have a car in the area," said the radio. "No sir. Please no," whined Jordan as the officer pushed him into the back seat now. "You've got it all wrong. Please just let me talk." "I'd shut up and let your lawyer do the talking if I was you. Miss Monroe, you have the right to remain silent...," The officer read him his rights before closing the door. Jordan sat in the backseat, unable to wipe the tears from his eyes as he watched Ryan get loaded into another patrol car and then his car being towed away. He could barely see as his mascara filled his eyes as he was driven down to the station and brought inside. "Wipe your eyes and smile, bitch," said the officer as they removed his cuffs and handed him a tissue. Jordan wiped his eyes, seeing the dashes of black on it and stood there silently as they snapped his mug shot. They led him to a cell as he sat alone in the tiny cage. "You can make your one phone call now," said another officer. He left a message, half crying on his father's cell phone as he was returned to his cell. At five in the morning, after many hours in the cell, he was awakened, hearing a familiar voice. "Wake up Jordan. I can't even believe this," said his father, standing looking at him through the bars. "Holy shit, look at you!" "Dad, thanks for coming. Please, are you getting me out of here? Please," said Jordan, sitting up as he was hunched in a corner on the small cot. "How the hell did you get yourself into this, son?" said his father. "I'm not even sure if I should call you son?" "Dad, it's not what you think?" said Jordan, standing up. "Really, it's not what I think?" said his father. "I guess I'm not seeing my son in a dress? I guess those aren't heels on your feet, or makeup on your face. I must just be seeing things then." "Dad, that's not what I mean. I can explain all that. It was just a dress up party, and I did this for a girl," said Jordan. "For a girl?" said his father sarcastically. "So where is this girl? Stop with the bullshit, Jordan! You were arrested with a boy and he was driving your car. You know my car. The ones that's in the impound yard." "Dad, well yeah at the time, but it's not like that," said Jordan, trying to explain. "I was with a boy but I wasn't with a boy if that makes sense." "Really, so that's not what I think it is dried up all over your cheek and all over the left side of the dress near your big boobs," Screamed his father. "And I guess that wasn't money either that fell out of the purse you were holding when the officer asked you for your license. I guess that video I just watched must be bullshit as well." "Dad, there are a lot of misunderstandings here," said Jordan. "Please, it's not what it looks like." "That's good Jordan, because it looks bad," said his father screaming. "You know, you must think I'm blind Jordan, because it looks to me like that is fucking cum on your face and dress. Is that a misunderstanding too? Let me know, because I guess I'm going to have your stomach pumped and we'll get the answer." "Dad, please," whined Jordan. "I got forced into that." "You mean like you got forced into that dress, or all that makeup?," said his father. "Look at you with that fancy hairdo and hairless body. I told your mother something was wrong, but she told me to butt out. I told her you living alone with too much money and the long hair and fancy car was not good. She wouldn't listen, but she will now." "Dad, that has nothing to do with this," whined Jordan. "Please, it doesn't!" "You know what, Jordan. This shit ends now," said his father. "It's over. I'm taking back the car and your moving out of that fancy place of yours. You are moving back home and we'll straighten all this out. No more slush fund. No more credit cards. It's over!" "Dad, I'm 25. No way," whined Jordan. "That's my car and you gave it to me for my birthday. I'm not coming home like a little baby. This is not fair." "You're right Jordan," said his father, shaking his head. "It's not fair. But it's also not fair that I had to be woken up in the middle of the night to find out my son is a dick sucking tranny who thinks he can just flash his money and that will get him out of any trouble he brought on himself. Life isn't fair is it, and I guess you are an adult? So fine, don't come home. In fact, as of this moment you are on your own. But you know what, I did give you that car as a gift ,so fine keep it, but I don't have to keep paying for your rent and I'm cutting off your slush fund the second I leave here. I'll bail you out, and then you can figure out the rest on your own, since obviously you think you can." "Dad please, come on," Cried Jordan as his father turned away. "Don't do this to me." "Enough is enough, Jordan," said his father walking away now. "Make sure you dress a little more conservatively when your mother meets her new daughter." Jordan just sat there staring into space as finally after another few hours, he was finally released. When he walked out, he was greeted by Candice and Jodi waiting for him as he got in the backseat of their car. "So, we'll take you back to our place and you can get some rest," said Jodi. "Thanks, but take me to get my car first please," said Jordan. "You realize its Saturday, and you won't be able to get it until Monday right?" said Jodi. "Oh shit that sucks, and that means I can't get in my place either, because my house key is on that ring," said Jordan. "I'm exhausted." "You can sleep in my bed while I go to work," said Jodi. "As long as Ryan's not there!" whined Jordan. "I hope you understand how he screwed me?" "Gee, I thought it was only oral, but I guess you're more advanced than I thought," teased Candice. "That's not funny, Candice," screamed Jordan. "I've got a mess to deal with now." "Oh please, of course we'll help you get out of this mess" Teased Candice. "Have a sense of humor. You make one uptight bitch." "Ladies, behave please," laughed Jodi. "Let's just try to find a positive in all this." "Are you kidding Jodi?" screamed Jordan. "A positive! My father just cut me off, and thinks I'm a tranny. I just got arrested, spent the night in jail, and I don't even want to talk about how your asshole boyfriend treated me. You tell me the positive. Come on let's hear one!" "Well, uumm. No matter what, I think it was positive for you to see how the other half lives. You got to experience being a woman for a night, and I think that's wonderful," said Jodi. "I won't trade my time with Jill Monroe for anything." "That's the positive?" said Jordan, shaking his head before she leaned over into the back seat and French kissed him. "Well that and your hair really does hold a curl well," teased Jodi, touching his hair as it sprung back as she tugged it before she reached down under his dress. "Plus, I'm pretty sure I can get that stain out of your dress, because I'm feeling like I'm going to want you to wear it again for me and Candice in the bedroom." "Really?" said Jordan, as she softly rubbed at his crotch under the dress. "Ok, well I've gotta work now and I'll make this up to you tonight," said Jodi as the car pulled up at salon and Jodi got out. "Candice will take you home, and I'll see you later. Get some rest, because you're going to need it when I get home." Jodi opened his door and deeply kissed him again. She closed it and walked around to kiss Candice before heading into work. Candice now drove him back to their place as she followed him inside, helping him strip off his clothes in their bedroom. He slid off his shoes and removed all his jewellery, before he pulled off his dress. He stood there in just his underwear as she stuck a headband on his head, pulling all his hair back so she could wash off his makeup as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Here, this should fit, and I'm sure you'd rather be in this than one of my nightgowns," Candice tossed him a long football jersey. "Tomorrow when you wake up, I'll deep clean your skin and get off the waterproof stuff, but that's good enough for tonight. I know you're wiped out." "Thanks," said Jordan, pulling it over his head and lying down to sleep. Jordan slept like a rock as it was the weirdest day of his life, until suddenly he was awoken as Candice stormed in turning on all the lights. "Wake up," said Candice, shaking him. "Wake up, our officer friends are here." "Are you kidding?" said Jordan, jumping out of bed. "What did I do now? You told them I was just here sleeping right?" "Here, put this on," said Candice, tossing him a white bathrobe. "They're not here to hassle you anymore. I've been talking to them all morning and trying to explain this was a misunderstanding. Come on and just let me do the talking." "Morning officers," said Candice, opening the door and letting them in. "Thanks for coming over again John. Jordan, obviously you remember John. Sorry, I mean Officer O'Brien." "Morning Candice," said the officer, kissing her on the cheek. "This is Officer McDermitt." "Good morning gentlemen," said Jordan, nervously shaking hands. "Morning," said Officer McDermitt with a serious expression on his face as he sat down and looked Jordan up and down as they all sat around the table. "What do you think, James?" said John O'Brien. "I'm not so sure about this, John," said James McDermitt, staring at Jordan as he was becoming uncomfortable. "The idea is fantastic, but she doesn't look too good to me." "Guys, Jordan just woke up and it was a long night as you know," said Candice. "If you give us a few minutes, I think you'll feel a lot better." "Candice, we bring in girls like this all the time and I heard the Farrah thing last night worked, but this is different," said James. "I'm having a hard time picturing this." "James, I told you these girls are like glamour wizards. When I saw Jordan last night doing the Jill Monroe thing, there is no way you would have read her as a guy," said John. "Candice and her friend are no doubt some of the finest hair and makeup people in the business." "I don't know man?" said James, rubbing his chin. "It's a risk. You know how the Chief feels about her." "These chicks like this do this all the time," said John. "Cher, Joan Rivers, Liza. I'm sure it's no big deal." "Tell you what guys," Candice stood up. "How about you guys give me a few minutes. Let me buy you coffee and some donuts and I'll give you a little preview. We've got a Dunkin' Donuts two blocks away." "That sounds good," said John as Candice handed him a twenty. "See you in a bit." "Hurry up while they get their coffee," said Candice, dragging him into the bedroom as the officer's left. "We've got twenty minutes max." "Twenty minutes for what?" said a groggy Jordan. "I'm so confused." "Twenty minutes for me to prove that you're cooperative, and I can get the charges dropped," said Candice, ripping open the robe. "Really?" said Jordan. "I'll do anything. I'm cooperative, but what do they want?" "Do all you guys always have to wake up like this?" said Candice, grabbing him by his morning erection through his long jersey. "I have no time for this shit now." Candice dragged him into the bathroom and lifted his jersey, tying it above his waist tightly with a scrunchie. Immediately she dropped to her knees, engulfing him as he leaned against the sink trembling with excitement. She practically ripped off his dick, yanking it rapidly as she sucked over and over as he moaned in pleasure. Within seconds she felt him tense up and lifted her head off his shaft as she finished him with a hand job as he exploded into the toilet. "Ok, now take a quick piss and I'll make you look half way decent now that your friend won't be sticking out," said Candice, flushing the toilet and leaving the room. She returned quickly with her makeup bag and lathered up his face. "Wow, you're like a wild sexual dynamo," said Jordan as she quickly removed any stubble. "You can thank me later, and trust me, that was just to relieve your little friend," said Candice, now dotting his face with foundation. "When you really have some fun with me, it'll be ten times wilder than that." "What's all this about? Why are you putting makeup on me?" whined Jordan as she blended and smoothed, pushing his hand away quickly. "I don't understand what they want." "Shush and let me work," said Candice, rummaging through the case before powdering and rubbing on some blush. "Unless you want them to still think you are some wild tranny hooker." "But I'm not," whined Jordan. "Exactly," said Candice. "So trust me and let me finish. I've convinced John that we just dressed you up as a girl for the party, but his partner is more difficult." "But that's the truth," whined Jordan as she worked on his eyes. "And that's what we're doing here," replied Candice, lining his lids with her pencil. "Just help me convince them that you're nothing more than a guy playing dress up, and we could get through this. They already checked your background, so they know you don't need hooker money, so let me just convince them you are an average guy that just happens to look great as a girl, and we should be fine." "Ok," said Jordan, following along. "I hope so." Quickly she just used a touch of mascara and then a rubbed some pink gloss on his lips as she took him back to the bedroom. She rummaged through a few drawers and threw a bunch of clothes on the bed as he gave her a look while she flung things everywhere. "Maybe these," said Candice, sliding some denim shorts up his legs and pulling the snap shut. "I don't have much in your size, but these might be cute." "Feels weird," said Jordan confused as she dropped them down to his ankles, removing one leg from the shorts. "I bet but this won't work like that anyway," said Candice, opening another drawer and ripping off a strip of duct tape. "Let me fix that. Hold this." "What's that for?" whined Jordan as she grabbed him between his legs. "Just a necessary reinforcement," said Candice as he looked down, seeing her wrapping his penis in toilet paper twice around the shaft and taking the tape from his hand. She wasted no time pulling it back between his legs now and pushing up his testicles. She smoothed the tape tightly between his cheeks and then added a few more pieces as he was stunned as she pulled up the shorts. "Much better now," Candice rubbed her hand across the front. "Nice and smooth. Sit while I brush out this nest you have on your head now." Jordan was speechless as Candice took a brush, ripping quickly through his hair as she brushed it away from his face as she heard the doorbell ring. "Shit, they're back already," said Candice. "Be right back. Don't move." She ran to the door and then returned to Jordan as she was rummaging through the clothes on the bed, looking at top after top. "Shit, forget it," said Candice, holding up a pink t-shirt against him before tossing it down. "I've got a better idea. Stand up and turn around. We're out of time." She now began dampening his hair with a spray bottle and then brushing through it. She grabbed a few clips from her dresser and a few scrunchies as she quickly worked them into his hair. She took her large curling iron and gave a few quick twists as she tugged at his hair only with her fingers. When she finished ,she took a large pair of scissors and slid it up the side of his football jersey, quickly cutting around as he stood there. "You're kidding, right?" whined Jordan, looking down to see his exposed naval as she stood behind him now, tugging at each side of his head. "No, trust me I know what I'm doing," said Candice, tossing some slip on beige wedges at his feet. "These won't really fit, but they have no back so you'll be able to squeeze them on as they are maybe only two sizes too small. Come on and don't move until they call you over." Candice dragged him out of the bedroom and paused at the door way as the officers looked up at him. Candice walked across the room, leaving Jordan in the doorway as they gawked at him as he smiled uncomfortably. "What did I tell you, James?" said John, smiling as he saw Jordan. "Damn, now I know what you mean," said James with his jaw open. "Welcome back fellas," said Candice, walking over and sitting down. "It's certainly nice to be back," John grinned. "So, is that more like the girl from last night you remember, officer?," said Candice rubbing his shoulder. "Not exactly ,but I think I'm getting the idea, Candice," John smiled. "Come back over and sit down honey. Let's talk." Jordan walked very carefully, trying to balance in the high wedges as he walked across the room. He was extremely self-conscious, looking down and seeing his bare midriff below the cut off jersey and looking at his long bare legs fully on display in his daisey duke type shorts. "So Jordan, I know you told me last night that this was all a misunderstanding and you are sticking to that right," said John. "Yes, sir. It really was," said Jordan. "Well, Candice has assured me that I should believe you and it was just a misunderstanding between an officer and a guy cross dressing for fun," said John. "So that's what you are saying right?" "Yes, sir," said Jordan, swallowing nervously as he spoke. "She also made a point that we weren't sure about, until now I guess," said John, pausing as he touched Jordan's face and moved it back and forth, looking at him. "Well, Candice has again proved this part of it this morning. Looking at you , well, you just look hot as a girl. Most of the guys we bring in don't look this good, especially in the daylight. It's kind of stunning." "No, it's not," Teased Candice. "Remember you did say we were good, and now you know how good I am. And let me remind you that was in twenty minutes in the bedroom. When I'm in the salon with my partner, we can do much more, like we did in creating Jill Monroe." "I'm sold," said John, looking at James shaking his head. "Jordan, look this is serious shit and you've got some serious charges against you," said James. "I've been told you're willing to do almost anything to make all this go away." "Absolutely, definitely," said Jordan excitedly. "Please, I will. I will sir." "So, you are assuring me that you are just a regular guy that just enjoys cross dressing and well happens to be good at it as Candice has help prove this morning," said James. "You are also assuring me that you weren't bribing Officer O'Brien, you're not a professional girl, and that your acts with your boyfriend were consensual." "Well...." said Jordan, stuttering as he glanced at Candice, nodding her head. "Yes sir." "Ok, then here's the deal," said James. "Tonight is our Chief's bachelor party and we'd like to bring you there as part of the entertainment, of course as Miss Monroe. Nothing crazy, we just think it would be fun to have an impersonator as part of the entertainment. We've already got strippers, so you wouldn't be the headliner, just part of the act. If you do it and impress the chief, we'll get the charges wiped away, but it would have to be perfect as the chief is picky and loves the old time characters like Monroe. The chief is our boss, and he is the one that can get everything dropped." "Wait, you want me to cross dress again, and just come to the party as Farrah," Jordan asked. "That's it, and everything will be wiped away?." "Yes, that's it, but I think you are slightly mistaken," said James. "We don't want Farrah. The chief is obsessed with Marilyn Monroe, not Jill Monroe. We were under the impression that girls like you dress up as different characters all the time, and Marilyn would be no problem" "Guys, of course they do," said Candice, getting up and walking behind him, twisting his hair in a sexy manner. "Jordan can't do it on his own though. Jodi and I help create the looks that he portrays so well. Look at the difference I gave you from Farrah to his cute sexy college girl look he has this morning. Trust me, you won't be disappointed." "I do trust you Candice, but it would have to be perfect," said John. "Our plan is for her to pop out of the cake, lip sync a song, dance around, and then when he gets excited, we'd tell him you're really a guy, have some laughs and bring in the real strippers. We would want you to look totally authentic though. The hair, makeup, dress, and whatever. The chief is super picky, and it would have to be perfect or the deal is off." "She can do this no problem, fellas," Candice answered for Jordan. "Do you think you could actually find a sexier impersonator than this?" "Ok, it's a deal," James nodded. "Correct, Marilyn?" "Yes sir," said Jordan, looking at Candice and feeling lightheaded. "Ok, let me go phone the bar and I'll see you later John." James grabbed two donuts as he headed for the door. "Remember, perfect. No shortcuts." "I would never. I'm a perfectionist," said Candice, reaching out her hand and winking at Jordan as James left. "This will be fun, and thanks for fixing our little problem." "Sorry, Candice," said John. "He's not an easy one to convince. He's a straight laced type cop." "Thank goodness you're not then," said Candice kissing his cheek and hugged him. "Ok, let me load my bag and change and we'll get moving Jordan. We've got a lot to do now." "Take care Candice," said John as she headed into the bedroom. "And I'll see you tonight, Miss Monroe," said John walking over and hugging Jordan. "I'm looking forward to it." "Yes, should be fun I guess," Jordan felt grossed out as James walked behind him. "No guessing, honey." "It's a fact." John now rubbed Jordan's leg and thigh with his left hand as his right looped around the front of Jordan's chest, holding him for a brief moment as he felt James' penis perfectly positioned between his butt cheeks now. "It's almost a shame you'll be changing, because I didn't realize yesterday how pretty you really are now that I see all the hair off your face," said John, nibbling his ear before he opened the door. "Next time I arrest you I hope you're wearing something skimpy like this. See you tonight."