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Jordan lay among the messed up covers, and stared up at the ceiling. He had heard the music alarm go off the first time, then for the second time, and now here it was sounding off for the third time. This time it was Beyonce's Crazy in Love. But Jordan wasn't really listening to the song. He was trying to recap last night's activities with a throbbing headache. He knew that they had a lot to drink, but didn't remember much after he changed out of the women's work clothes into the women's casual clothes. He finally lifted his head a little. But quickly lay back into the blankets. "That hurt," he thought. "Wait, was that just Anna digging in her closet wearing only a bra and panties?" he continued to think. He slowly lifted his head again and saw Anna's behind and legs as her head was deep in the closet. He then once again lowered his head back to the comfortable bed. He saw that he had no shirt on but did feel underwear on. He glanced down turning his hip and saw they were Anna's purple panties. "Ughhhhh!" he moaned out loud and then thought to himself, "I guess I should get in the shower, I don't want to be late," he kept running through his head. "Wait a minute," he thought in a confused state. He looked over again at the alarm clock which still blared Beyonce. The clock read 7:30. He propped himself up on his elbows and faced in Anna's direction. "Am I late for work?" Anna came out of the closet and laughed, sitting on the side of the bed. She turned off the music and the alarm. "No babe, it's Saturday," she reminded him. "Then why is the alarm going....Ughhhhhh" He remembered. Anna rubbed his back. "Babe, I know you didn't agree to a spa day, but in the life of a woman, a shopping trip can turn into a whole girls day out. That's exactly what you walked into," she explained. Jordan groaned again and fell back onto the pillows. "Aww babe, I'm going to get you through this day, don't panic," Anna tried to comfort her husband. Jordan made a face of disbelief, "You mean like during my first trip to the spa?" he reminded her. Anna blushed. "Honey, that was a mistake, I shouldn't have left you alone. I won't let it happen again. Just think hon, you got the first makeover out of the way, there's not much more they can do, except enhance what's already been done," Anna tried to comfort Jordan again. "Ughhh, This whole thing is a mistake. I shouldn't be experiencing any of this right now. How am I going to get through this day? he said with his arm draped across his face. Anna stood up and took his arms, and once again pulled him up, but this time got him to his feet. "Babe, I am sorry that I put you in this position but I promise I will get you through this for however long that may be. As far as getting up early, that was my idea. Jordan looked confused. "I thought I was up to look presentable as a woman?" he asked. "Nahh, the salon will do plenty of that for you. You just have to put your hair in a ponytail and you're good to go. I got you up early so that I could give you a crash course in basic women's movements," Anna replied. Jordan looked at her once again with his confused face. "You know, sitting, walking, hand movements. The basics," she replied. "I know how women sit, they cross the legs." Jordan quickly sat down and crossed his legs as an example. Anna scoffed. "Well yeah, but to get to that part we don't just plop into a seat like a guy would. We do it softer," Anna explained and then slowly sat on the edge of the bed next to Jordan. Jordan got up and repeated the process, but ended up doing it his way which looked exactly as Anna had described "plopping-" "It's going to be a long morning," Anna said- "Ughhh!" Jordan again groaned. "Oh don't make it sound so bad. I'm going to show you some basic things just to get you through today. But first I need some things from the closet. I made some coffee, why don't you go pour a cup and I'll get what I need," Anna directed. Jordan left the bedroom and went out into the kitchen. He looked around the room and saw the remains of last nights festivities. There were beer bottles everywhere and as he looked into the sink, he saw many shot glasses along with the empty bottle of rum that Angels brought over. Jordan shook has head and went to the cabinet for his coffee mug. He quickly poured a cup of coffee and took a long sip. He heard Anna yell something from the bedroom but he wasn't sure what she said. He took another sip from his mug. Right after he sipped his coffee, just as he set the mug down, Anna surprised him and wrapped a garment around his body. Jordan was surprised as he jumped. "I said, I found it!" Anna repeated what she yelled from the closet. Jordan looked down and saw some sort of garment wrapped around his torso. "What the hell is this?" Jordan asked. He knew it was a women's garment as he saw it had cups for women's breasts. "This is a corset. This is going to help enhance your body under the women's clothes so you have more of a feminine shape," Anna explained. Jordan made a face. "Umm, no," he replied. "Comon', don't do that?" Anna replied. "How old is it? It looks old fashioned," he said. "It is, but it'll do what we need it to. It'll also help me show you what I mean about women's movements with walking and sitting. Your body will be constricted so you'll make smaller movements and sit properly," she continued. Her explanations fell on deaf ears as Jordan just stared down at the thing wrapped around him. He deeply sighed, then took another sip of his coffee and faced her. "Ok, lets get this started already. The sooner this day gets moving the sooner it'll be over." Jordan let Anna properly attach the corset around his body. She turned him towards the countertop. "Hold on to something, this is where it gets a little crazy," she said quickly. Jordan was in the middle of sipping his coffee and had just set it down when his brain registered what Anna had just said. "Crazy?" was all he had time to say as he felt Anna tighten the back of the corset. "Oh my God Anna, what the hell are you doing?" he choked out. "Hold on to something!" was all Anna shouted as she continued to tighten the back. Jordan tried to lean forward and lay across the countertop but the corset wouldn't allow him to bend, and it was continuing to get tighter. "That's enough Anna! I can't breath!" he shouted out painfully. Looking down he saw his sides being sucked in. Anna didn't let up. "A little more!" She too was getting out of breath. Jordan had just about enough and was really losing his breath, when Anna finally stopped pulling. He quickly turned around and held his stomach. "Oh my God! Don't tell me I'm keeping this on all day," he said pissed. "All day babe," she replied. "How can I move? Fuck that, how can I breath?" he replied. "Just take short breathes. You'll get used to it, come here," Anna said as she took him by the hand and brought him to the bedroom mirror. Anna adjusted his chest a little and pulled at Jordan's waist. "Hang on," she said, as she got up and got the medical tape that was under the sink in the bathroom. She returned with that, some medical gauze pads and some scissors and cut a few pieces of the tape. She knelt in front of her feminized husband and pulled down his panties to his knees. She held a pad over his penis and proceeded to tuck it between his legs, she then taped it into place, when she was satisfied, she pulled his panties back up and noticed how smooth the front of the panties now looked. Finally she stood up and then turned him to face the mirror. Jordan stood next to Anna in the mirror and couldn't believe what he looked like. He was getting used to the feminine face and blonde hair but now as he looked at his body in the corset, he couldn't believe how it shaped his masculine body into a feminine one. Anna put her hands on his hips to show him how the corset pulled in his stomach and came out again giving him the illusion of women's hips. He turned to the side view and saw that his flesh had filled the cups also giving the illusion of small breasts. "Wow!" Jordan whispered. It was enough for Anna to hear him though. "I know, right?" she replied like she knew what he was thinking. "You look amazing!" she snapped him out of it. Jordan turned away from the mirror. "Well I still can't breath," he started to complain again. Now Anna started to whine. "Oh please babe, lets just get through this afternoon and I promise we won't schedule anymore girl outings with Angela." "Promise?" Jordan replied. "I do, but just don't blame me when you plan something during one of your drunken stupors," she reminded him that he agreed to a day of shopping. Jordan made a surprised face. "Oh really? Well remember, we're just about the same size, so basically this clothing allowance is your shopping spree," he replied and also added, "You're welcome," Anna smiled at him "But I'm still taller than you," she replied playfully and gave him a big hug. Jordan made a face as Anna squeezed the air out of him. "Ok, lets get started," she said. Anna started with the easiest training, sitting. Just like earlier she had Jordan sit down on the edge of the bed and then rise up. She would demonstrate a movement and then Jordan would try to repeat it. Jordan tried to keep up, but the restriction of the corset made it harder for him. He found that he could no longer just "plop" into a seat, as the corset made him gracefully sit. Anna repeated the movement over and over. She would sit down keeping her legs together, and then finally resting her hands onto her lap. Then got up slowly. Jordan spent awhile just doing the act of sitting. Anna changed things up and wanted Jordan to try another seat, she brought out a kitchen chair and placed it in the middle of the room. She stood behind Jordan, in front of him, and beside him watching him from every angle as he sat and stood up, over and over. She had him sit with his legs crossed, and knees together. Finally she was satisfied, and Jordan was pooped. "Watch yourself in the mirror, I'll be right back." As Anna moved once more to the closet. She returned a minute later with two shoe boxes that said Nine West on them. She kneeled in front of Jordan's chair as he saw the shoe box. "OH NO!" he whined. Anna looked up at him as she took the lid off the box and produced a women's shoe. The shoe was a black leather pump. Anna measured it up to Jordan's foot and then looked up once more at Jordan and smiled. "I don't know why we haven't played dress up before now," she explained as she slid the shoe onto his foot. "....because we have a winner ladies and gentlemen" she continued as she was proud that her husband had small feet. "I really have to walk in these?" he asked as he looked down to watch Anna slide his other foot into the other pump. "Yes. It's not as bad as those guys who do the drag roles in the movies make it look," she explained. Anna helped Jordan to his feet. He stared once again into the mirror. Since Jordan had shaved his legs, the pump definitely helped with the illusion that his wife was going for. He now looked like a woman from head to toe. As Jordan was once again admiring himself in the mirror, Anna opened the second box and slid a similar pair of pumps onto her feet. She once again got Jordan's attention away from the mirror. "Jordan? Over here," she called. Jordon looked in Anna's direction as she walked to the bedroom doorway. She took small steps and had a sort of glide with a slight sway in her hips. She stood in the doorway waiting for Jordan to repeat her steps. Jordan tried to mimic Anna's movements, but instead did the stereotypical "guy's first steps in heels" walk with the large swaying of the hips and then of course falling onto his knees. Anna laughed at the sight. Jordan was playing at first, but then realized that the corset was too tight that he couldn't put himself upright again. Anna finally regained her composure and helped Jordan back to his feet. "Now serious this time. Don't do what you think you know about guys in heels. Watch my movements and steps." Anna once again walked into the room, with small steps and a slight sway. She explained as she walked. "One leg in front of the other, let your hips move, but not too much. Graceful and slow. There's no hurry. Why are we hurrying?" she answered her own question and continued to talk until she reached the closet door and then stopped. She turned around and gestured for Jordan to come to her. Jordan took a deep breath and then started on his way. He did go slower this time. He listened as Anna repeated what she had just said as she walked. He tried to do as she said, but still fumbled a little. He reached her at the closet. "Not bad! A big improvement!" she congratulated Jordan. Over and over again, Anna continued to walk back and forth and Jordan imitated her movements. He did get better as time went on. Anna taught him a lot of things that day, but mostly she told him to watch and listen to her talk to Angela and the women at the salon. "Do exactly the things that she does. Women compliment other women," Anna focused on. Finally after an hour of schooling, Jordan collapsed on the bed. Anna lay next to him. and stroked his hair. "You really did good babe, but now we've got to get you dressed," she said. "Ughhhh! It's been such a long morning already, and the day didn't even start," Jordan again complained and covered his face. Anna slowly pulled his panties down again as he lay there with his face covered. She undid the tape that held his penis. Immediately his penis rose and grew harder as she held it, then slowly she began stroking it. Soon Jordan felt Anna's lips kissing the tip of his member. He knew Anna was just doing this because of all his complaints but it was definitely worth it. After 15 minutes Jordan climaxed and really felt relaxed. He felt Anna get up from the bed and heard her go into the bathroom. Minutes later Anna came out of the bathroom, she clapped her hands. "Alright, lets go. Get up. Time to get dressed," she shouted. "I knew it wouldn't last," he replied. Jordan tried to get up, but couldn't because of the corset. Anna came over and once again pulled Jordan to his feet. He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up and came back into the room where Anna stood holding a tan dress "Babe, I want you to wear this today," Anna said holding the hanger in front of Jordan. Jordan looked at the dress and immediately made a face. "Why can't I just wear women's pants and a top?" he asked. "Well it's really warm out there today and this is really going to make you comfortable. It's a sun dress. It's comfortable soft cotton. Think of it this way, you're going to be trying outfits on today, a lot of them. I just think this will be easiest to take off and put back on," Anna explained. After one last attempt to talk his way out of it, Anna won. Anna retaped Jordan's penis between his legs and gave him black panties to cover them with. Next Jordan began to put on the dress. Once Jordan had the dress over his body, She took two socks and balled them up and put them under the corset. This gave him a little larger bosom. Jordan kept trying to pull the dress down further but it wouldn't go beyond his kneecaps "Why is this so short?" he argued. "Babe, that's how it's made. Trust me, with the heat, you're going to thank me later," Anna replied while putting on a similar sundress only in white. Anna retrieved a pair of tan sandals and slipped them on Jordan's feet. The whole time, Jordan once again stared at himself in the mirror. The corset really shaped his body and it gave him breasts and hips. Meanwhile, Anna was busy filling a matching small purse. First she put his work ID inside. Next she put mascara, lipstick, eyeliner and a compact into it. She also put his cigarettes and a lighter inside. Jordan then saw Anna slip her comfortable shoes onto her feet, she grabbed something off her vanity and approached him with it. She grabbed all of his long hair and pulled it back and tied a pink scrunchie around it and then fixing it so it sat high on the back of his head. She walked over to the vanity again and called him over. Once Jordan sat down, Anna started applying mascara onto his lashes. She didn't want to do much because she knew that the girls at the salon were going to make him up nicely. Of course she kept this information to herself. She opened a tube of pink lipstick *KNOCK KNOCK* Before she had a chance to apply it for him someone was at the door. Jordan quickly looked at Anna in a panic. Anna didn't panic because she knew that they were ready and Angela would only see two women ready for an all girls day out! "Finish putting that lipstick on. Slow and steady, and I'll let Angela in," Anna said while leaving the bedroom. Jordan went close to the mirror and dabbed the lipstick onto his lips instead of gliding it along his lips. He wanted to make sure he kept it neat and covered both lips. He pursed his lips together finally finishing. He paced the bedroom nervously. He heard Angela come in. He remembered what Anna had said and he listened as the two women complimented each other's outfits. He took a deep breath and exited the bedroom. Quickly Angela saw Jordan enter the room. "Hey Jordan, you look amazing in that dress!" she quickly remarked. Jordan blushed, still sort of embarrassed about what he was wearing. He knew he agreed to this for now and this was how it was going to be, so he tried to move past the embarrassment and get comfortable. Angela had on a white top with a black skirt. She really looked great and he told her in his feminine voice. "Wow! You look great too Angela," he replied. "Thank you. So are you girls ready for a fun filled day?" she asked. "Lets do it!" Anna replied. Jordan just stared at the two women as they looked at them, and as if snapping out of a trance Jordan finally replied, "Yeah, lets do it!" Only not as enthusiastic as Angela and Anna. It wasn't a long walk to the salon as they made their way along the sidewalk. It was the same direction Jordan walked to work. Angela and Jordan smoked a cigarette as the three walked in a line. Angela and Anna did most of the talking as Jordan was too nervous about being presentable. He also squirmed a little from his penis being taped between his legs. It really felt weird. His mind was only on his training of that morning. He wanted to make sure he was walking like a woman and not overdue it. The other two may have talked to him along the way, but he didn't hear them as Jordan was stuck in his own head. Before long, they arrived at the beauty salon. As they walked in immediately Jordan felt the cool air conditioner blow a breeze on his exposed legs and up his short dress. "It's freezing in here," he whispered to Anna as Angela walked ahead to the appointments desk. "Think warm thoughts," Anna replied. "pants, jeans, sweatpants," Jordan began whispering a list in Anna's ear. The couple watched as Angela hugged and kissed many of the salon workers. A few more heard her enter and came out from the back. "I guess they know her," Anna said. Angela waved the two over. "This is my boss, Jordan, and her sister Anna. We're mainly here for Anna. She starts her new job on Monday, so she's getting a wash, style, facial and nails," Angela explained to the salon specialists in a whirlwind speech. "Jordan and I are just getting some basics taken care of," she explained then leaned in close to Jordan. "This place is great! We'll let them take care of Angela while you and I get some pampering, ok?" she added. Jordan quickly in a panic looked towards Anna who was already being whisked away towards the salon hair stylists area. She looked back at Jordan and shrugged her shoulders. One of the workers approached Angela and Jordan with a clipboard. "Hi Jordan, I'm Marie. I'm good friends with Angela, she's a very good client. I'm going to make sure my girls take good care of you," she introduced. "Marie is great! She knows exactly what you need even before you hit the salon chair," Angela added. Jordan dug his nails into the side of his purse. He was once again stuck in a salon without Anna, and it didn't sound like a fun afternoon. "If you'd just follow me, I'll take care of you over here," Marie continued as she began to walk. Marie led them through the salon. They passed the hair stylist area, and Jordan tried to spot Anna, but there were a lot of people he couldn't see her. His mind raced with ways to get out of being here. He thought about faking a fall. He could say he slipped on some hair gel that was on the floor. Then he thought of saying that he was feeling sick. He still had a killer headache from all the drinking they did the previous night. He could fake a pain in his stomach. Aren't women sympathetic to stomach pains? He thought. But before he could execute any idea, they had reached their destination. "Ladies, this is Reba, and Jessica. They are going to be your first stop. Angela sat in Jessica's chair as she was immediately covered with an apron. Jordan thought about the situation before he sat. He had a dress on and he had seen Anna sweep the dress from the back and smooth it out as she sat. He tried to do the same, but with the corset being so tight he looked stiff as he plopped down into the salon chair. He could hear Jessica talking to Angela, and Reba was preparing some things onto a cart as she spoke to Jordan, "What are we working on today, hon?" she asked. Jordan was still trying to get comfortable in his chair as the corset made it almost impossible and the panties had bunched up and now gave him a horrible feeling wedgie. Finally situated as well as he was going to be Jordan looked around and saw that he was in a washing station but on the wall had in big letters: "COLORING" "Oh no," Jordan thought. Reba stood behind Jordan and ran her fingers through his hair. "Did you have a dye job done recently?" she asked. "Yes," Jordan replied. "You went from dark hair to light, right?" she again asked. "Yes," Jordan was nervous as hell as he still fidgeted to get comfortable. "You definitely didn't get it done here," she announced. Jessica peeked over. "Oh we can fix that," she said. "Fix what?" Jordan asked "Well, obviously you wanted your hair lighter, but they used the wrong dye. I'll fix you and give you the blonde color you wanted," she announced as she put an apron across Jordan's front. "Well, um, you don't," Jordan began to object and was once again cut off. Angela leaned over. "What did I tell you, this place really gets to know you," Jordan swallowed hard. Once again Jordan was trapped without Anna there and he was at the mercy of a new best friend and her girlfriends to help with his feminine makeover. Soon enough his hair was washed. Next, the stylist went over and mixed some things into a bowl. Jordan smelled the familiar smell of hair dye and soon, he felt Reba applying it to his hair. "This is just great!" Jordan thought. He glanced over at Angela who was getting a wash and trim to her hair. After awhile Reba was satisfied with her work after covering Jordan's hair with the dye. She had his hair bunched on top of his head and then placed a tight cap across his head. "I"m just going to lean back your chair while the dye sets," Reba announced but ended up doing it before Jordan could react. She disappeared behind him and he heard her remove one set of gloves that she used on his hair. She wheeled over a cart and put it next to his chair. She once again put on plastic gloves and then wheeled over a stool and sat down on it. "Just relax now, I'm going to clean up your face a little," she announced and she appeared in front of Jordan's face with a long metal probe. "What's that?" Jordan asked almost in his normal tone of voice. "I'm going to grab some of those unwanted hairs on your upper lip," she began. With the probe in hand she explained. "This will permanently keep it nice and smooth. Of course after a few visits," Reba continued. She put a dark pair of shades over Jordan's eyes. They blocked out everything and now Jordan was in the dark. Angela looked over to see what was happening and butted in. "Oh yeah Jordan, you did need a little hair removal on that upper lip area. I wanted to tell you, but, you know, I'm still getting to know you," she explained hesitantly. Jordan's eyes grew with fear behind his darkness.. "hair removal?" he thought to himself. "Not only the upper lip, but I see some other areas. This little laser is going to do wonders," Reba continued. Jordan could only sit still as Reba worked on his upper lip for awhile, then she started in another area and so on. "So ladies, is this little makeover business or pleasure?" Jessica asked Angela. "Jordan's sister Anna starts a new job Monday, and Jordan and I wanted a little pampering too before we have a day of clothes shopping," she explained to the women everything that was talked about the previous night. "Then tomorrow, We're going to the Cardinals game," Angela continued. Once again Jordan's eyes grew. He jerked his head a little at the news but Reba held his face. "Honey, you're going to have to sit still for me," Reba continued to zap at Jordan's face. "Aww, that's fun. Remember when we went that year. That was great! So many cute guys after the game too," Jessica reminded Angela. "Well that's what I'm hoping for. I also invited Anna's boyfriend Jason. So those two can have fun together, while my girl Jordan and I check out some of the tailgaters," Angela said. "Oh my God, what is happening?" Jordan continued to listen. "This is a nightmare," "So many cute guys," Reba chimed in. "We'll have to go again later in the season," Angela replied. Jordan got lost in his head with thoughts of panic and a lot of questions, "What have I gotten myself into? How am I ever going to get out of this and get back to my own life?" The women continued talking as Reba continued on Jordan's face for another 20 minutes. When she stopped, she removed his glasses and then cleaned his face with a soothing lotion. "At your next appointment we'll continue with your treatments and soon your face will be hair free," Reba explained lifting up his chair again in an upright position. Jordan's eyes were adjusting to the light and he replied, "Great!" But these women didn't pick up on his sarcasm as they thought they were doing him a favor. Before Reba put the chair all the way up, she rolled the cart away and exited the room. Soon enough another woman appeared in front of Jordan. "Hi I'm Melanie, I'm going to do some brow shaping," As Melanie reached for some instruments on the rolling cart she brought over. Melanie went right to work, as she pulled some hairs from his brow with a pair of tweezers. Jordan couldn't help but flinch and tear up as he was quickly reminded how this felt from his first experience. "You have such a beautiful natural face, I'm going to give your brows a slightly higher arch that will frame your face nicely. Have you ever had any work done on your face?" she asked. Jordan had no clue how to answer that. Was this a natural question? He didn't remember Anna having any work done but then again he had never been to a women's salon with her before so he didn't know. He was used to Anna coming home from the salon and asking him, "How do I look?" and then he would reply. Jordan answered honestly," I haven't had anything done," He had hoped that answer was enough to satisfy her and maybe he could change the subject to, cute guys. At least he could fake that conversation. Melanie continued to pluck his eyebrows, "Our sister spa which is also a clinic is about 15 minutes from here. If you could believe, it's much larger than this spa, but they also take care of any procedures that you'd like. They have doctors and plastic surgeons there and can do collagen injections, permanent makeup, and even breast implants, just about anything cosmetic that you'd like," she explained, but Jordan could only think about when Melanie was going to pull the next hair. "That's great!" he replied. "They are wonderful Jordan. I had some lip work done over the summer there. I know a lot of the doctors too," Angela added to the conversation. "I only ask because I wondered if it ever bothered you how your neck looks," Melanie slowly eased the conversation. Jordan wiped the side of his eye as a tear was waiting to fall down his cheek. "Bothered me?" he replied. "I don't want to be out of line" she began as Jordan looked as Melanie pointed to the throat. "Yours protrudes out a little. I'm just saying because they can take care of that with a shave," she explained. Jordan was lost in this conversation and had no idea what she was talking about. He only hoped that Melanie was almost done as he thought how much hair was left of his brows. "I could set something up, if you'd like. It's such an easy thing," Angela replied leaning over from her chair. Jordan was so aggravated and antsy at this point he just wanted to be done. "Maybe," he replied hoping that would satisfy the women. Melanie switched to Jordan's other brow and began to shape that side. Angela was getting out of her salon chair and walking towards another part of the salon. "I'll see you in a bit, Jordan," Angela and Jessica disappeared. Jordan was again alone in an uncomfortable place. Melanie continued to make small talk and pluck away, and after another 15 minutes, she was finished. She raised his chair so he was finally sitting up and then lowered the chair and Melanie helped Jordan finally out of the chair. Jordan ass had been sore along with his sides as the corset dug into them. "I've got to get Anna to loosen these straps on this thing," Jordan thought. Just as he was marched right into another salon chair and once again there was Reba. "Your brows look amazing!" she said loudly. Jordan blushed. He wasn't used to getting attention and having women fuss about him. Once again Jordan fidgeted to get comfortable in the dress and in his seat, as Reba leaned the chair back again. "I'm going to wash the dye out and then I'm going to do something amazing with your hair," she explained. Again, Jordan knew there was nothing he could do or say so he didn't say anything. He watched one of the TV's that was in the corner and zoned out watching some food channel. Reba washed his hair and then cut some. Jordan got nervous when his hair was being cut but again couldn't protest. Reba lifted his chair back up again, and helped him to his feet for a short walk into another room to the dryers. He sat in a regular chair, but as he looked around he saw other women under the dryers. He focused on how each sat and noticed that each woman had their legs crossed in a womanly fashion, so he followed suit. Reba appeared from behind him as she lowered the large heating element over his wet hair and then turned it on. Jordan focused on another TV but he was more nervous about the other women in the room who glanced up from their magazines or turned away from the TV's to see him. Some gave a courtesy smile because he caught them staring, but soon he noticed that they really didn't pay him any mind. "Was this a good thing or a bad thing?" he thought. "Not that I want to be discovered, but am I looking too female where I can't pass as a man anymore?" Jordan's mind ran away again as he went into his panic mode. "Now I have to go to a football game tomorrow?" he thought. Normally, this was an exciting thing for a guy, but Jordan would have to enjoy it in his female disguise. The more Jordan thought of things the more time flew and soon enough Reba was back and turning off Jordan's dryer. "Come with me hon, and we'll finish you up," Reba said as she lifted the dryer off Jordan's hair. Jordan noticed from a stray hair that his hair was definitely lighter than when he originally walked in. Reba led Jordan into another part of the salon. Jordan had another wedgie from the panties and tried to walk and jiggle to work the panties out of his ass, but couldn't. The words on the wall in this room read: "STYLING AND MAKEUP" Reba sat Jordan down in a salon chair again and went straight to work. She combed, and cut and brushed away at his hair. Jordan could feel that his hair was still long as Reba grabbed small sections of it and wrapped a wand around it. She explained that she's giving him soft curls. Soon after she announced that she was done. Jordan immediately went to get up to turn his head towards the mirror. "Oh hon, stay seated. Melanie is going to do your makeup now," Reba said as she again disappeared and Melanie appeared. Melanie went straight to work as Jordan saw a new cart next to his chair. This one was full of colors, and brushes, and lipsticks. He felt her cover his face and blend in something that, as he looked at, it was his skin tone color. She made sure it was everywhere. Then she began to work on his eyes. She grabbed a pencil and traced around each eye. Jordan didn't know where to look as he didn't want to just stare at Melanie's face the whole time. "I really hope I wasn't out of line with my comment before," Melanie said. Jordan only remembered part of their conversation from before, and he remembered her saying things about the clinic but his feelings were definitely not hurt about it. "It's ok," he replied. He didn't want her upset about something he didn't understand. "it's just that, we're supposed to recommend things to our clients, so that's why I said something, but I think your friend called the clinic for you and set someth..," "Don't worry about it Melanie," Jordan had cut her off before she could finish explaining. Melanie continued to work on his face and then changed the subject. "I'm going to give your eyes a day look. I wish I had your eyes, they're so big and beautiful. I think this color is perfect with your eye color. Have you seen your hair yet?" she asked. "Not yet" Jordan replied impatiently. "Wait until you see the finished product. You look amazing!" Melanie replied. Jordan gripped the arm chair tightly but quickly felt someone grab at his hand. Another woman whom he hadn't met before had pulled another chair over and began working on his nails. He couldn't look at her as Melanie kept working on his face but he felt her doing all kinds of things to his fingernails. Melanie continued to work as she next grabbed a mascara wand. She coated both his lashes. She brushed something onto his cheeks and then blended it as she would brush and then look at both sides of his face. Jordan knew he didn't have much longer to go, if he was getting his makeup and nails done. That had been the final stop at his last salon visit so he knew this torture was coming to an end. Then he remembered that after this he would once again be tortured by an afternoon of women's shopping. "Get me out of here!" he screamed in his head. As if his prayers were finally answered, albeit 20 minutes after saying that, Melanie announced that she was done. Jordan could feel his face had makeup on it. It wasn't heavy on his face, it just felt different than his normal male face. Reba walked over as Melanie touched Jordan's shoulder. "Take care Jordan, can't wait to see you again," Jordan just smiled as he was ready to stand up finally after an afternoon of sitting. Reba continued having Jordan sit as she spun the chair around to face the mirror. Jordan couldn't believe the reflection that stared back at him. It was a soft face, a beautiful face, just not a man's face. Reba began explaining everything they did for Jordan. "We started with correcting your hair color and I gave you a light blonde color. I didn't cut the length but added layers to form around your face. It gave your hair full volume to give it some movement. I also added some soft curls. Your brows were thinned a little more and given a slighter arch. This works better with your beautiful eyes. We did some nice day colors for your face, so you can go on your shopping spree and enjoy yourself with a beautifully made up face. Finally, we gave your nails some shaping and coated them so that they can grow, but in the meantime we added some length, and coated them with a pink shade that matches your lipstick," she explained. Jordan wasn't really listening to her explanation, he was mesmerized by how feminine he looked in the mirror. His hair was really light blonde, almost platinum. Last night and this morning, he didn't think it was possible, but now with the corset tightly around his torso and the sundress, he definitely pass as a young woman. "Follow me, your friends are waiting for you," Reba snapped Jordan out of his trance. As Jordan was led back to the entrance he noticed that he was receiving a lot of smiles and stares. It was more than before and it was really making him uncomfortable. As he walked by the styling station, he heard a woman say, "I want my hair styled like that", while pointing at his hair style. "Oh my God! I'm a trend setter!" he thought. He saw Anna and Angela in the distance. He saw that they too were made up. They both looked beautiful. Anna's hair was cut. Gone was the shoulder length blonde. They had styled Anna's into a short chin length bob style and like his hair, they lightened it but it was still darker than his hair. Her face was made up and she looked beautiful. Angela's hair was still short and she had just gotten it trimmed. Her face was beautifully made up too. Both women when they saw Jordan approaching opened their mouths wide. Anna was standing to the side of Angela and she had a shocked but more sympathetic look towards Jordan's makeover. Angela's reaction took center stage though. "WOW GIRL!" she shouted. "You look amazing! That color is so much better than the darker blonde. I knew you'd love this place," she continued. Jordan wasn't exactly sure where Angela got the part where he loved this place as he was still in shock by his look. He remembered how Anna told him earlier about how to act around women and compliments were important, so he too expressed how both women looked amazing. At the register, Angela opened her purse, as did Anna to pay. Angela stopped Anna. "Oh no, this is on me, girls," she stated. "Oh Angela, we couldn't.," Anna replied. "I insist, this was my idea, so it's my treat!" she replied. It didn't matter to Jordan, he just wanted out of the salon. He fished into his purse for his cigarettes and lighter. He took one out and closed the purse back up. Angela was right there holding an appointment card. "Here keep this in your purse, it's for next week. They want to keep you up with the electrolysis treatments," she said handing Jordan the card. Anna's eyes opened wide, "You had electrolysis done?" Jordan's eyes shot up at Anna with anger. "She did. They took care of a few hairs on her upper lip that they want to permanently remove so they won't keep popping up. She still needs a few treatments," Angela explained but it felt to Jordan like she was rubbing it in. "Well, I never saw any hairs," Anna was trying to make Jordan feel better. "but that's the great part about this salon, they can point things out that we don't normally see," Angela explained. "I need a cigarette," was Jordan's reply. The salon workers waved goodbye as the three women walked out onto the sidewalk. Jordan immediately lit a cigarette and exhaled. Angela fished into her purse for one too and grabbed Jordan's lighter. "So ladies, do we grab a cab to the stores or wait here for the bus? It should only be a few minutes until the next bus. They run pretty frequent," Angela said. "I vote bus," Anna replied. Jordan took another long drag of his cigarette. "Bus", he replied. As Angela had predicted another bus pulled up just as Angela and Jordan put out their cigarettes. They walked down the aisle of the bus as once again Jordan felt like all eyes were on him. He soon put it off as paranoia as no one continued to stare at him. Angela knew where she was going and the stops that the bus made. She used public transportation everywhere so she became a tour guide for her friends. She pointed to all the shops and restaurants downtown. After riding a few minutes and making a few stops, the bus ended up making it's way past The University of Phoenix stadium. The home of the Arizona Cardinals. "Tomorrow at this time, we'll be there girls. I can't wait! I love game day!" Angela got excited as she spoke. "My brother works there, so he'll take care of everything when we're there," she continued. Anna glanced at Jordan who had been staring at Anna until she finally noticed him. "I can't wait either!" Jordan expressed once again sarcastically. Angela didn't catch Jordan's sarcasm and just dismissed it as excitement. The bus went through another town on the other side of the stadium and the bus pulled into a big parking lot. "We're here," Angela said. Jordan and Anna looked out the window of the bus and saw a whole area of outlet stores grouped into an area with restaurants and sidewalk sales. It was extremely crowded. "Are you ladies ready for some shopping?" Angela asked. "I'm ready!" Anna replied. Jordan didn't want to seem like a downer so even he put on a fake smile for his new friend. "Lets do this!" he stated. "I still have to get this check cashed though," he said. "That's fine, there's an Ameribank right in front of the outlets," Angela replied. Everyone exited the bus as a group of new riders were ready to enter the bus. Only problem was, they tried to enter right as Jordan was getting off. He let a couple teenagers come on the bus as he waited. He watched Anna and Angela through the window walking away. Finally a man let Jordan exit the bus. Jordan tried catching up to Anna so he wouldn't get lost in the crowd. With Angela leading the way though, the crowd became too much as Jordan was losing sight of the two women. Jordan wanted another cigarette. He would have to wait until they got through this crowd and into an open area. He opened his purse and took out a cigarette. He searched through the purse for the lighter but couldn't find it. He pursed the cigarette between his lips as he continued walking but lost track of Anna. In fact, as he continued to follow the crowd, he ended up in the middle of a big courtyard setting in the center of the stores next to a very large fountain. "Great! This is just how my luck is going," Jordan started to complain as he looked around the courtyard. He didn't look or turn too frantically so he wouldn't attract attention to himself. He spotted the Ameribank which was a micro bank. It was a smaller bank made just for the outlet stores. Basically it was a person at a teller window, and the window read "Check depositing" and "Check Cashing". He decided he would cash his check first and then search for Anna. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and searched through the purse for his check. He found it and took it out. He walked to the bank which was on the other side of the fountain. There was a small line at the teller window by the time he got there. He was 2 people back as the line moved quickly. In a matter of 2 minutes, he was next in line. He put the check on the teller's window and signed it with a pen that was on the counter. "Large bills please," he said in a pleasant woman's voice. "Can I see some ID?" The woman behind the window asked. Jordan took out his company ID card, which had his name, his picture and the company name on it and slipped it to the teller. "I need something else," The teller asked. "That's all I have," Jordan answered in a panic. "I'm sorry. We need 2 forms of ID for anything $1000 or over that is not being deposited. Do you have an account with us?" The woman asked. "No," Jordan replied getting upset. "Is there anything you can do, please?" Jordan pleaded. "I'm sorry miss, you need another ID, would you like to open an account now?" she asked. "No" Jordan replied. Jordan turned around, and immediately bumped into a familiar face. "Miss Ross?" The man said as Jordan looked up and saw he had run right into Mr. Johanson's chest. "Oh crap!" Jordan's heart raced as he began to panic more, but he had to put on his fake smile because this was the company president. "I thought that was you," Mr. Johanson said," Mr. Johanson towered over Jordan's small size. Here it was the weekend and he was still in a suit and tie. He looked very formal as he extended his hand and Jordan firmly grabbed it by instinct. He saw the puzzled look on Mr. Johanson's face as he didn't expect such a tight grip by a woman Jordan's size. Jordan realized his mistake right away and loosened his hold. "I'm sorry I grabbed your hand so tightly, Mr. Johanson, I'm just a little nervous because I lost track of my sister and Angela and I have no way to get in contact with them, and now I can't cash my clothing allowance check because I don't have 2 forms of ID" Jordan explained quickly. Mr. Johanson saw Jordan was frantic and smiled. "Please Miss Ross, call me Ed. There's no reason to apologize. Did you say you're having problems cashing the company check?" he asked. Jordan was really nervous, and now he was just about having a nervous breakdown made up how he was in front of his boss. "Yes, I only have one ID," Jordan replied. Mr. Johanson turned around with Jordan and once again faced the teller's window. "Hi ma'am I'd like to help this young woman with her check, she's one of my employees," he explained to the teller as Jordan handed the check to his boss. Mr. JOhanson opened his wallet and took out his ID and passed that along with Jordan's check. The teller looked at the ID and saw the same signature on the clothing allowance check. "Yes sir Mr. Johanson, right away," she said as she counted out One Hundred dollar bills and stacked them until she reached one thousand. Jordan peeked from behind his large boss as Mr. Johanson looked down at Jordan and smiled. The woman counted the money again, and then passed the money to Jordan. "Thank you for banking with Ameribank," The woman finished. The two turned away from the window and walked slowly towards the fountain again. Jordan put the money into his purse. "Wow! Thank you very much sir. I appreciate that," Jordan said feeling a little less stressed. "Please call me Ed, Miss Ross," he replied. "Well then, call me Jordan," Jordan replied as he saw Mr. Johanson lighting a cigarette. Jordan quickly fished in his purse for his cigarettes and took one out, he put it in his lips. "Ed, could I borrow your lighter?" Only Mr. Johanson didn't hand the lighter to Jordan, he had Jordan lean in and lit the cigarette for his employee. The two made the long walk back around the fountain. Jordan was sweating a little. Some of it was from the heat, but he was also nervous having lost his wife and being found by his boss who thinks he's a woman. Jordan still looked around the center. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen his wife or Angela looking for him. Although, they were probably still by the bus drop off center looking. Jordan had wandered and had continued to the center of the outlets and made his way to the other side of the fountain. Still, he wondered where they were. "There's a directory and security booth on the other side of the fountain, we'll have your friends paged to meet you at the security booth, ok?" Mr. Johanson asked. "That would be great! Thank you," Jordan replied as he felt a little relief. The two smoked their cigarettes as they slowly walked around to the other side of fountain. Along the way, the two made small talk about the rest of their weekend. Jordan got more comfortable as he had told Mr. Johanson about the Cardinals game they were going to and the topic quickly switched to football. Jordan felt right at home talking sports. He couldn't believe how down to earth the owner of this large company was. The two finished their cigarettes as Mr. Johanson had walked straight to a small ice cream stand. Lost in the football conversation, Jordan didn't realize that Mr. Johanson ordered two vanilla cones. The server handed the first ice cream to Mr. Johanson and he immediately handed it to Jordan. Jordan took the cone and licked it as it began to drip down the side. The server handed the second one to Mr. Johanson. He took it and had his money ready as he paid and put the change in his pocket. The two continued their conversation and started walking again licking their ice cream. Mr. Johanson was impressed that Jordan knew a lot about the Cardinals team and about football in general. Jordan specialty was player stats. Mr. Johanson was just about done with his ice cream as he once again stopped at the fountain and sat on the side of it. Jordan followed suit as he too was near the end of his cone. He smoothed out his dress with one hand and sat next to Mr. Johanson all the while still talking about receivers, and defense. As the two finished their cones, Mr. Johanson reached for the change from the ice cream and took out two pennies. He stood up again and took Jordan's hand and helped him up. Mr. Johanson put a penny into Jordan's small hand. "Make a wish," he said, as he threw his penny into the fountain. Jordan paused a minute and did the same. "Don't say your wish out loud or it won't come true," Jordan joked to Mr. Johanson. "You'll know my wish soon enough," Mr. Johanson said in his head. Finally, as they approached the security booth, mr. Johanson placed his arm on Jordan's shoulder. "Hi, could you make a page for Miss Jordan Ross' party to meet her at security, please," he had asked the security guard. "Not a problem, sir" The guard replied. Jordan's eyes grew as he immediately snapped out of it and he remembered how he was dressed. His mind quickly raced. He was fresh out of the beauty salon, made up with a new style and makeover, in a shapely corset under a sundress, walking with her boss, smoking a cigarette, and sharing an ice cream. "What have I done?" he thought. End of Part 5