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Hi all! Sorry so late for the next chapter after I promised with the new computer that I would be faster. It turns out I didn't have all the files saved together. I had bits and pieces here and there on 8 different flash drives. Now I have them on 2 instead of 8. :) Once again, thank you for all the feedback, positive or negative. I promise I'm not letting the story get out of hand and I do have a direction for it. But I appreciate all the input. I have no idea who Crazy Cat Lady is, she wrote in the comments section of Part 9 that she is my friend and that I told her I'm not continuing the story. That conversation never happened and I would never just abandon the story, so that is false. Anyway, here is part 10. Part 10 Early Wednesday morning Jordan found himself sitting in front of Anna's makeup mirror in their bedroom. It had been a long morning already and the day was just getting started. He yawned and then stared back at his reflection and leaned in close to the mirror. Carefully, he continued to line his eyes with black eyeliner. He pulled away from the mirror to look at his other eye that he had just finished lining. He let out a deep sigh as he brought the liner back up to his eye and finished it. "I guess practice does make perfect," Jordan thought to himself as minutes later he finished his eyes and looked at his beautifully made up face. He capped the eyeliner and dropped it to the table top where a small pile of makeup lay. Jordan examined his face to the left and then to the right. He looked closely to make sure that his eyes had the right amount of color. He stared at his checks to make sure his foundation was perfect. He puckered his lips to make sure his lips were the only parts that had lipstick on them. This had been the 3rd time this morning that Jordan reapplied makeup to his face and by now he knew what Anna meant by not having his makeup look "pasted on." As he continued to examine his face he was confident that he was ready for Anna's next inspection. Jordan felt satisfied with what he accomplished as he stood before the mirror. Then as he thought about it, he felt awkward for feeling satisfied as his feminine reflection stared back at him. At this point he didn't care, he was tired and already cranky. He reached his arms way above his head interlocking them as he continued stretching long and again yawning. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table and couldn't believe in just minutes it would only be 5:30 am. Anna had Jordan up earlier than he expected to be this morning. She had prewarned him of early starts every morning before work starting today to help with his feminine practice. She decided to change things up today with a 4 am start. The earliest morning yet. Knowing that she would be leaving Jordan on Friday, Anna explained that she had to give him a crash course before she left. Jordan stared at the corset that Anna had already tightened around his waist. He turned to his side profile and put his long French tipped nails across his stomach, as he felt how constricted it was. As he continued to stare into the mirror he ran his hands down across his hips as he couldn't believe how femininely shaped they looked. Next, Jordan turned from one side to the other. He looked at his crotch where there should have been a bulge but the corset strap that folded between his legs had his penis pressed firmly down and tucked between his legs. Jordan stared at his flat, and very female crotch. Jordan faced forward once again and brought his hands up to his "breasts" next. He had already filled the cups of the bra with rounded pairs of socks. Through the corset breast area, he moved the socks around and raised them up just to the top of the tight corset. Still confined in their cups, the socks had a more perky look to them. Jordan let out a long sigh. He walked away from the mirror and towards the bed. Passing the bathroom door in their bedroom he heard the shower still running. "Hope she didn't fall asleep in there," Jordan thought to himself. Jordan stopped at the end of the bed and stared at the outfit that Anna had picked out for him to wear today. "Another dress?" Jordan whined to himself. Jordan picked up the outfit and held it up to examine. As he tried to look at the dress held in front of him, his blonde head of curls kept getting in his view. He walked with the dress back to the mirror and held up the dress in front of him. It was a white lace floral sundress that came down to just above his knees. It had a scoop neckline and scooped back. Jordan made a face in the mirror as he stared at himself with the dress pressed up against his body. He turned from side to side to examine how the dress would look. "At least this dress doesn't have those spaghetti straps on the arms." He thought as he stared at the dress' capped sleeved shoulders. "Good, you're ready to get dressed," Anna said, startling Jordan who turned around quickly to face his wife. Anna, who was fresh out of the shower had a towel wrapped around her waist and another wrapped around her hair. In her hand she held a medicine dosage cup filled to the rim with medicine. She handed it to Jordan who immediately swallowed the dosage down and then made a disgusted face. "Well that's a strange look coming from a beautifully made up face," Anna began. "You did a wonderful job with your makeup. It looks like you've been applying it for years," Anna said holding onto Jordan's chin and tilting his head from side to side. Jordan opened his mouth and then stopped. Anna's smile quickly turned to a frown as she started rubbing Jordan's back. "I'm sorry you lost your voice sweetheart," Anna said. While he slept, Jordan's sore throat had turned into a full loss of voice. He hated not being able to speak. Mainly because, since he had started dressing as a woman, he never felt like he was able to voice his opinion about anything and now he literally wouldn't be able to speak his mind. One thing Jordan was happy about was that he could at least take a break from having to speak in a woman's voice. Anna stopped rubbing Jordan's back and walked over to the makeup mirror. She walked back with Jordan's purse for the day. The purse was white just like Jordan's dress would be. Anna had the purse opened and stood in front of Jordan holding up the bottle of the medicine that she had just given to Jordan. "I'm going to send you with the bottle, so that you can take another full dosage around noon time," she explained as she placed the bottle into the purse and then handed it to Jordan. Jordan draped the sundress over his arm as he grabbed the purse and looked into it. Anna again walked away but this time she made her way over to her night stand next to her side of the bed. She opened the drawer and took something out. She walked back over to Jordan holding up a pen and small notepad. "Use these during the day at work and especially at your salon appointment if there's something you want to say or something that you want explained to you. Make sure they understand that you lost your voice and this is your only means of speaking," Anna thoroughly explained as Jordan held the purse in front of him. Anna slipped the notepad and pen inside the purse as well. "I've also added a lipstick, foundation, some eyeliner, a few other odds and ends and a small bottle of your favorite perfume," she explained. Jordan glared at Anna at her last comment. Anna felt Jordan's glare but never looked at him. She just smiled. Jordan placed the purse and sundress on the bed. Again Anna zipped around the room. She was a woman on a mission and didn't want to forget anything before she went on her trip. She went to the corner of the room and picked up a medium sized bag. Jordan could tell the bag was full, but it was manageable as Anna carried it easily back to Jordan "This is your overnight bag for when you stay over at Angela's tonight," Anna explained. She sat the bag on the end of the bed and unzipped the side of it. Jordan made a face of disgust again as Anna continued to open the flowery overnight bag. Again Anna ignored Jordan and just started to explain the bag's contents. "I've added some makeup as well as makeup remover. Tonight, remove the makeup like I've shown you and then tomorrow morning just do exactly how you did this morning, because your face looks beautiful," She explained. Jordan sneered a little. He hated being called beautiful. Anna continued going through the bag. "The nights haven't been that cool so I'm sending your sleep tee shirt." Anna reached in and pulled it out. It was a large purple sleep shirt with the "VS" symbol on the front. "It'll be nice and comfy and it's girly so Angela will like it," Anna explained and then made a serious face. "Now the downside." Anna faced Jordan. "You're going to have to stay in the corset all night until I can get it off you tomorrow," she said. Jordan made a shocked look at Anna's comment. Anna knew Jordan wouldn't like that detail but there was nothing she could do about it. "There's no one to help you into it and tighten it for you in the morning and if you lose your figure during the night Angela might notice and your cover will be blown," Anna continued. "I'm going to have to talk to Jason about helping you into it while I'm away," Anna continued. "Maybe he can tighten you up in in his office before anyone gets there. Remember, you gotta keep up this hourglass figure," she said. Jordan rolled his eyes. "Well we wouldn't have this problem if you would just get the breast forms," Anna replied as she didn't make eye contact with Jordan and began folding his pajamas back into the bag and continued. "Now tomorrow, you're taking off work. You have to tell Angela that you're meeting me early," Anna began. "Tell her that you and I are spending a sisterly day together and we're going to meet at 11 o'clock. This way you can sleep in a little and then you can come back home," Anna explained. Jordan listened intently. "Unfortunately, I'm doing all your wash tonight and I only have another dress to send with you for tomorrow," she added. Jordan again sighed and mouthed "Another dress?" with his lips. Anna could almost hear Jordan complain as she knew he was getting sick of wearing dresses. "I know, but at least all your clothes will be washed including some jeans that you can wear for this coming weekend," she said. Jordan looked at the bag and everything else on the bed. "Let's get you dressed now." Anna broke his stare. Immediately Jordan reached in his purse and pulled out the pen and paper. He uncapped the pen and flipped open the pad and began writing. Anna smiled and waited for him to finish with his note. Jordan ripped out the page of the small notepad and handed it to Anna. Anna flipped the piece of paper over and read it aloud. "How about a little fun before we get dressed?" Anna smiled and began folding the note. She smiled at Jordan with a sincere face. "Jordan honey, I know it's early still but one of the reasons I set the alarm this early was so that we could get you some more training in makeup, walking and sitting," Anna explained. Jordan made a face as if to say "AGAIN?" towards Anna. Anna pulled Jordan's body up close to her toweled body. "I'm sorry honey. I promise we'll have a whole night together before I leave." Anna looked into her husband's feminine eyes. "Don't forget, we have all day tomorrow," she continued. Jordan didn't make eye contact, he just stared down at the ground. He was upset that Anna was leaving but what made it worse was that he wasn't able to spend her remaining time home, with her. Anna held his chin. "I think we could both use a little fun tomorrow," Anna said softly and almost in a whisper. Slowly she moved her head in and lightly kissed Jordan's lips. Jordan was getting into Anna's seductive talk but Anna quickly pulled away from his body and returned her voice to normal, once again surprising Jordan. "But for today, we have some unfinished business," she said. Jordan plopped on the end of the bed and sighed. Anna reached for the sundress and stood holding it in front of him, she slowly unzipped the back of the dress. "Come on and stand up baby so I can zip you up," Anna said. Jordan didn't move and only looked up at the dress that Anna stood holding. She saw Jordan's hesitance and tilted her head to the side. "Please don't give me a hard time today Jordan," she pleaded. Jordan tried to protest, but stopped himself. He knew opening his mouth would just make him look stupid as nothing would come out. He sighed as he leaned his body forward and got off the end of the bed. Anna smiled as she lowered the opening of the dress closer to Jordan's feet so that he could step into it. Jordan saw Anna was dong that and he complied and placed his arm onto Anna's shoulder for balance. Carefully, he put his foot into the dress, followed by his other one. Anna wasted no time and began pulling the dress up his Jordan's body. Anna watched as the corset did it's job for Jordan's body as it gave the sundress a beautiful figure. She smiled while Jordan was distracted putting his arms through the sleeves of the dress. Anna spun Jordan around so that the zipper faced her and she snuggly pulled the zipper to the top of the scooped back. She straightened the back so the dress looked right and then quickly rushed towards the bathroom. "Don't move babe," she yelled. Jordan turned his head and saw Anna return from the bathroom with one of her ladies razors. "Now don't move," Anna said holding onto Jordan's shoulder. Jordan could feel Anna lightly run the razor across his back. "You've got a tiny bit of stubble which could have been real embarrassing," she said as she finished up shaving Jordan's back. Again she spun Jordan's body around to face her. "You may need a waxing." She smiled into Jordan's face. Jordan sneered at her. Anna inspected the dress and it's fit on Jordan. She adjusted the sleeves so they were straight on his shoulders. She focused next on his breast area and began adjusting his socks through the corset so that his breasts looked straight. Anna looked in deep thought as Jordan stood before her. Anna hesitated but then finally broke her silence. "Well, you may get angry at me for saying this again, especially for the second time today, but I think you need those breasts forms," Anna said bluntly. Jordan shook his head in disgust at the thought of having this brought up again. Jordan played the conversation through his head again just as he had heard her in the bedroom last night and again just minutes ago. Anna kept pushing for him to get breast forms attached so that his male body would look even more feminine and now Jordan had enough. Angrily he mouthed the words, "Stop!" He spun around and faced the other way with his arms folded. Anna didn't give up this time as she grabbed Jordan's arm and pulled him to the makeup mirror. They stood in front of it next to each other. Anna adjusted her towel that was wrapped around her body so that her breasts poked through the top of the towel that hugged her body. "See what I have here?" Anna said as she pointed to her breasts that was showing cleavage. "This is how your body should look with that scoop neckline. Your breasts should be coming out the top. Even if only slightly," she explained. Jordan listened as Anna's visuals brought up good points. He looked at Anna's towel and then back at his chest. He did see a difference. "You see?" Anna continued. "I know there are some women who dress conservatively and don't give anyone a view of anything, but Johanson's niece picked out a lot of revealing outfits. Outfits that are screaming for some cleavage, and they're outfits that you picked out with her with Mr. Johanson there," Anna continued. Jordan just listened. "You need to look the part to make these outfits work." She paused. "Jordan, you need breast forms." Jordan faced the floor, then looked over to the bed. He reached onto the bed for the pen and pad again. He began writing something on the paper and then like before he ripped the page out of the pad and handed it to Anna. Anna took the piece of paper and read it. Immediately she smiled. "Really? I can set it up?" she read. She looked up at Jordan and he continued to write on the pad. Jordan tore the next paper out and gave it to Anna. She read the note out loud. "But while you're away I'm still looking for a new job," she read and smiled. Anna reached for Jordan's arm and pulled him in and gave him a big hug. "Oh honey, this is going to be perfect. Now I don't have to worry while I'm away," Anna rambled on. "I'll call the clinic and find out when they can make an appointment for you. You're going to look so beautiful," she said. "There was that word again," Jordan thought as he rolled his eyes and blushed. Anna suddenly looked excited and more awake than she was before. She clapped her hands together. "Ok babe, lets get this morning started," Anna said as she walked over to her closet. She opened the door and bent down reaching inside the closet. Jordan knew what Anna was doing as she turned back around facing him and smiling holding a pair of her heels. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Meanwhile, across town, Ed Johanson was in his car driving and singing along with his car stereo which he was blasting as loud as the knob would turn. "And I know someday that it'll all turn out, You'll make me work so we can work to work it out, And I promise you kid, that I'll give so much more than I get, I just haven't met you yet," Mr. Johanson belted out the lyrics along with Michael Buble'. Quickly his solo was put on hold as he was startled when his phone over the radio started to ring. Mr. Johanson looked at his phone at the caller ID as the display showed the name 'DR. RYAN GREEN' Quickly Ed sat up in the drivers seat and pressed a button on his steering wheel that allowed the call to be answered. "Ryan How are you this fine morning, doctor?" Mr. Johanson answered the call. "Morning Ed," Dr. Green said. "Are your birds ready to lose to my Cowboys this weekend?" Ed laughed at Dr. Green's comment. "Good luck stopping our offense." Dr. Green returned the favor and laughed at Mr. Johanson's jab. "Hey listen, I have a football pool you may like. It pays really well and I happen to have an extra sheet if you're interested," Dr. Green explained. "Sounds great, should I stop by your office and get it?" Mr. Johanson asked. "Well, I have a busy schedule today so I may be tied up but I could leave it in the clinic lobby," Dr. Green replied. "Perfect!" Mr. Johanson replied. "Actually it looks like I'm going to be busy today with your employee Jordan Ross," Dr. Green said. Mr. JOhanson slowed down as he came to the entrance of the Johanson & Johanson plant, and then made the turn into the parking lot. "Is there a problem, Ryan?" He asked as he approached the building. "No, not a problem. I was just a little confused. Now you said that Miss Ross and Miss Coleman have normal appointments here at the clinic today, but my schedule is showing that my 11:30 am appointment is to perform a Chondrolaryngoplasty for Miss Jordan Ross," Dr. Green began to explain. Mr. JOhanson had reached his parking spot which was right next to the building entrance. He had pulled into his spot but continued to talk through the car Bluetooth. "What is that?" he asked not attempting to repeat the term that Dr. Green had used. "It's basically an Adam's apple shave. I do a lot of these procedures on male to females. It gives the neck a more slender look," Dr Green continued to explain. "I didn't know that. I guess Jordan was going to slowly restart her sex change treatments again. She probably masked the visit today so that Angela wouldn't ask any questions," Mr. Johanson replied. "I just wanted to know if this is something you're going to be paying for also?" Dr. Green asked. Mr. Johanson thought about it as he ran a comb through his hair using his rearview mirror as a guide. "Yes, you can bill me for that too. Remember, I want to take care of everything for her having to do with her changes," Mr. Johanson reconfirmed. "Ok, now my other question is, when I do the tracheal shave many transgender patients also want me to do vocal surgery as well. Kind of like a 'killing two birds with one stone' thing. I can do it discretely with the same incision if you like," Dr. Green explained. "You mean make her voice higher to sound more female. You can do that?" Mr. Johanson asked. "Yes all the women I've worked on have loved how feminine their voices turn out," he continued. "Is that a long recovery?" Mr. Johanson replied. "She'll be a little sore for a few days and we recommend the patient not to use their voices for a few days after but we'll give her pain medication. I'm sure she'll love the outcome once she's completely healed," Dr. Green replied. "I bet she would love to not fake a female voice anymore. According to my HR supervisor she has had no work done and I'm sure that includes her voice. Add that on her visit today doctor, but remember I don't want her to know just yet of any procedures that will be performed on her or that it's me that's paying for it," Mr. Johanson replied. Dr. Green sat at his office desk and flipped through a few papers in a file. "Well Ed," Dr. Green began as he took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead. "Then we might have a little problem on our hands here." "Why?" Mr. Johanson replied puzzled. Dr Green sighed into the receiver. "You had explained that Jordan began hormone treatment but stopped after she couldn't afford it anymore, right?" Dr. Green asked. "Yes, that's what was explained to me by my Human Resources manager," Mr. Johanson replied. "Well, Being that I don't have Jordan's files from the previous doctor that was treating her, she is going to have to fill out paperwork and sign her name off on any procedures that I'm doing for her. I'm going to have to tell her that I know she is a male and I have to make sure this is something that she wants. Jordan gets the only say whether or not I do any procedure. Although free surgery sounds good to you, she may not want an anonymous donor involved in her business," Dr Green finished explaining. "Ok, well I understand you have to do what you have to do to cover your ass. Honestly, I don't think we have anything to worry about. Just talk to her, you'll see. I promise this is something that she wants," Mr. Johanson replied. "I hope so Ed, because without her permission, nothing gets done," Dr. Green replied. Immediately Mr. Johanson asked, "You're still going to start her on female hormones today, right?" Mr. JOhanson could hear shuffling of papers on Dr. Green's desk as he replied back "Yes, if my conversation with Jordan goes well, she will start her hormone shots as well today." Mr. Johanson smiled into his rear view mirror. "Excellent! I'll swing by the office later for that football sheet. I'll talk to you soon," Mr. Johanson said as he pressed a button on his steering wheel disconnecting his call. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The morning moved along at the Johanson & Johanson plant. Jordan kept himself busy even though the effects of the cough syrup slowed him down a little bit. The dosage that Anna had given him early that morning was wearing off and Jordan thought to himself whether or not he should take another dosage as the first one had made him drowsy. Sitting at his desk in his office, Jordan removed the bottle from his purse. As he sat staring at the medicine he thought back to that morning and the ride into work. A normal work day found Anna using the car for her drive into work because her job was farther and she started earlier than Jordan did. Angela and Jordan had been walking to work together. Jordan always felt self conscious and didn't like the looks they received as they made their way along Main Street. Angela usually kept the conversation going and for the most part it kept his mind off of the way he was dressed. Still, Thoughts of walking like a woman, talking like a woman and using feminine hand movements invaded his mind. The only good thing out of the walk was that the two were able to smoke 2 cigarettes by the time they got to the plant door. This morning had been different as Anna was given the remaining days before her business trip off, so she drove Jordan and Angela to work that morning. She would have given them the car if she didn't have errands to run before she was to leave on her business trip. Jordan was glad for the ride as he didn't want to walk to work with his overnight bag with him and feeling the way he was. Anna had allowed Angela to smoke on the drive in as long as she kept the window all the way down, and plus it was a short ride. Jordan decided not to smoke that morning as his throat hurt badly. "I can't believe you lost your voice, Jordan. How are you going to boss people around today?" she had said laughing. Jordan remembered Anna giggling at the comment also. He hadn't taken offense to it though. Anna knew he was a likable boss at his old job and he didn't think Angela meant any harm saying that. "I gave her a pen and pad to write things down," Anna interjected. Angela coughed as she inhaled the cigarette and laughed as she exhaled. "And are you going to write in all caps so they know you mean business?" Again the two laughed as did Jordan. As Jordan sat in the back seat shivering with the morning air blowing on him he remembered back to what Angela had said next. "If you don't feel up to it, I could cancel our day at the clinic and reschedule it for another time," Angela exclaimed. Jordan remembered suddenly feeling happy thoughts. "There it was. My out," he remembered smiling hearing the words as he quickly fished into his purse for the pen and paper. He quickly flipped the pad to the first page but before he was able to ink his first words on the paper he remembers Anna interjecting. "No, Jordan wouldn't think of rescheduling. She knows you did her a favor by making the appointment and when will you two be able to leave work early again. It's better to just keep the appointment," Anna said. Jordan had been in shock. He sat in the back of the car with his mouth open waiting for Anna to make eye contact with him in her rear view mirror. Anna never looked back at him. He abruptly put the pen and pad back in the purse as they had just pulled into the Johanson & Johanson parking lot. Jordan snapped out of his flashback as once again he found himself staring with heavy eyes at the medicine bottle. Jordan picked up the medicine bottle and read the entire warning label. It said nothing about drowsiness, in fact even though the bottle didn't say, he assumed Anna had given him the daytime medicine. Again, he contemplated taking another dosage, staring blankly at the bottle. Swallowing was hard as it felt like shards of glass lined the insides of his throat. In the end, the sore throat made up his mind as he twisted the top of the medicine bottle and poured a full dosage of the medicine into the cup. He downed the dosage quickly and made a face. He cleaned the cap up with a tissue and threw it in his trashcan. He placed the bottle back into his purse and locked the purse inside his desk. Jordan stood up and grabbed a clipboard with papers attached to it. At the top of the page, the paper read: "TO DO" List. He had written the list at the beginning of the week but mostly he was putting it off. Wishful thinking had Jordan at a new job, dressed as a man again and he never was able to get to the tasks on the list. Mr. Johanson put a wrench in his plan and asked him the previous day if he had signed off yet for November on the monthly machinery checklist. It was a tag that was attached to each working machine on the manufacturing floor that had to be inspected each month and signed off on. This just so happened to be number 1 on his list and it had to be done today. This task consisted of entering the manufacturing floor and inspecting each machine as the guys running the machine stared and gawked at him doing so. Jordan came out of his office and trudged down the hall. He found it hard to breath with his throat on fire and the corset tightly around his body. He glanced at a clock on the wall in the hall that read 10:45. Jordan knew that his appointment was at 11:30 and that this would probably be the last thing that he would do at work today. He was glad he had a half day of work, but wasn't too happy that he had to spend the remaining day at a women's clinic getting God knows what done and then capping off the day with a sleepover with his coworker. Jordan reached the entrance to the manufacturing area and pushed open the door. As he stepped into a room, he noted that it was a "clean Room." This was the room before you entered the manufacturing room where you had to dress in sterilized outfits so that you don't contaminate the needles that were being packed. Jordan placed the clip board with papers attached on a small table just near the entrance of the room and then walked over to 2 bins next to one another. Jordan opened the top of the bin that was labeled "Clean." Next to this bin was another bin that was labeled "Used." Jordan reached inside, and pulled out a surgical suit. He made his way with the suit over to a small bench in the room and sat down. Carefully he guided his feminine legs into each leg of the suit. His feet in heels was the only thing showing at the bottom of the surgical suit that seemed to cuff airtight just above his ankle. Jordan stood himself back up as he held the sundress close to his body and began to guide the zipper of the suit up to his waist. Then he put both arms into the sleeves of the suit and soon sticking out of each arm hole was Jordan's beautiful hand with painted nails. Just like the legs, the sleeves squeezed at his wrists. Sucking his air in a little he slowly moved the zipper over his breasts and then finally reaching his neck. Next Jordan had to grab a surgical hat which was hanging from a box on the wall near the bins. The boxes were separated and came in small, medium and large sizes. He pulled one out of the large box and walked over to the mirror that was on the wall next to the hats. Jordan had worn one of these surgical hats many times when he worked at the plant on the east coast. He would quickly throw it over his hair and tuck his hair underneath. This was a different experience now that Jordan's hair was longer and femininely styled and held with hairspray. Jordan held the rim of the surgical hat on the front of his forehead and carefully widened the bonnet to stretch over the top of his blonde hair. Reaching in the back of his head, he grabbed the hair that was down to his shoulders and began to tuck it under the bonnet. Lastly Jordan grabbed a pair of safety glasses that were sitting in a tray. He slipped them over his eyes and walked back in front of the mirror. Jordan stared at his reflection in awe. The surgical coverings did no good as he still looked femininely shaped through the suit. His mascara on his eyes and pink lips showcased his face and even though the rest of Jordan's head was covered, he still looked like an attractive woman. Realizing this, Jordan let out a deep sigh. "If I had my way, I would spend everyday doing paperwork in my office." Jordan grabbed his clipboard and took a deep breath and pulled open the door to the manufacturing area. Jordan quickly looked around as he stepped into the room. The sound of machines running filled the room and with all of them running at the same time, made the room very warm. Jordan associated the warmth not only with the running machines, and with the added surgical outfit, but also with the corset that he had tightly around his waist. Jordan thought about the file room and how cool it was kept. "I wish I was working in there today," he thought. The machines in the room produced the surgical needles that Johanson & Johanson made at the plant. Each machine was a two man operation. One guy would load the wire spool on the back of the machine as the other man in the front took the completed needles from the receiving tray in the front. Jordan had seen these machines at work in his last job. It was one of the first machines he had even run so he knew by looking around the room what was going on. The only thing right now that was going through Jordan's mind though was to work fast and get out as fast as he could. Jordan knew the guys in the room would notice him and this made Jordan uncomfortable. Upon entering the room he saw that the closest machine was set right at the entrance, so Jordan approached this machine first. He saw one of the machinists collecting the needles from the dispenser tray at the front. Unfortunately, the green tag that Jordan needed to sign was right next to the man. He was an older man and he was focused on his job until Jordan's approach. Jordan felt better as the man only looked up and smiled at Jordan. Jordan returned the smile then uncapped his pen and signed the date and put his initials next to the date on the tag. Jordan was glad the first one was done without any problems. He thought to himself. "1 down, 6 more to go," he said in his head but then turned around to face the room. As Jordan looked out at the remaining machines in the room, he saw that his presence was being noticed as heads started turning his way. Workers had stopped focusing on their machines and looked at Jordan, and once again Jordan got that uneasy feeling in his stomach. Even though all the machinists were dressed as he was in the surgical outfits with safety glasses and hats, Jordan still looked different to them and this was apparent as the two men from next press that Jordan approached stopped to take an obvious break to catch a glimpse of Jordan. Quickly Jordan located the green tag and just like the first machine, he signed his initials and the date. Looking down at the tag, he could tell by his sloppy writing that he was a little more rushed than his first signature. Jordan quickly made his way to the next machine. Like every uncomfortable situation Jordan had been in, soon his brain was flooded with a dozen thoughts. "Don't move with too much sway. Take small steps, Oh God don't trip." His mind raced as he moved on and arrived at the next machine. Jordan saw that one machinist at the next machine had turned it off and as Jordan signed the date, he saw from the corner of his eye that he was approaching him. He could feel himself turning red as the man approached and kept coming. The man right next to Jordan as he saw the man kneel down on one knee. Jordan went into a panic mode as he finally turned towards the man. "Oh God, what is he doing?" he thought as he felt sweat beads dripped down his back. Jordan looked down as the man looked up at Jordan and then handed Jordan the pen cap that he unknowingly dropped. "Hi Miss Ross, you dropped your pen cap," he said and then smiled. Jordan took the cap from the man. "Thank you," Jordan mouthed to the man as he watched him walk back to work. Jordan sighed and quickly got back into it and he finished up without any other mishaps. Finally heading towards the exit he saw that Angela was standing in the clean room looking towards him. She tapped her finger on her wrist to mimic "we gotta go." Jordan looked around the room for a clock and saw that it was 11:05. He was told that the clinic was 15 minutes further than the salon down the street, so Jordan knew they had to leave now. Jordan pushed open the door to the clean room. "Girl, we gotta catch a bus now if we're going to make this appointment," Angela said as Jordan started removing all the sterilized materials. He shook his head to let Angela know that he knew of the urgency as he unzipped and stepped out of the surgical suit. He opened the bin that read "USED" on the top and put his surgical outfit inside. Carefully he pulled the bonnet off his head and then removed the glasses. He walked in front of the mirror again as he primped his hair a little as the bonnet had flattened it down. "No time Jordan, the girls will take care of your hair anyway," Angela said as she held the door open for Jordan to rush him along. He followed Angela down the hall, first a quick stop back at his office. He grabbed his purse and his overnight bag and followed Angela out of the building. The two rushed out of the building and through the parking lot to the corner bus stop. They never saw Mr. Johanson sitting in his car. He had his sunglasses on and a cigarette lit, window cracked slightly and the motor running as he sat silently watching the girls run past his car. He strategically parked so he could watch but not be seen. "Such a beauty already, Jordan," Mr. JOhanson spoke to himself in a whisper. He took a drag of his cigarette and continued, You're going to be the beautiful woman that you were meant to be. After this, we'll get your identification to correctly say "Female" and you won't have to leave the company" Mr. Johanson continued to watch as a bus stopped and the girls got on. The bus pulled off. Mr. Johanson put his car into drive and exited the plant parking lot. The bus arrived at the corner where the clinic was at 11:27. Jordan and Angela hurried again across a parking lot to a large professional building. Angela stopped right outside the building entrance as Jordan stopped behind her. He took a moment to look up at the size of the building. Angela began digging in her purse as she saw Jordan staring at the building. "It's bigger than you thought, right?" Angela announced as Jordan couldn't answer but he shook his head up and down and widened his eyes. "This isn't like the salon we were at last time. This is more of a salon, spa, hospital. This place does it all." She continued digging in her purse finally finding what she was looking for and zipping her purse back up. Jordan put down the overnight bag and tucked his purse under the arm of the sundress as Angela motioned for him. "Hold out your hands," she commanded. Jordan held his hands out as Angela dropped 3 white diamond shaped pill in it. "Take these, they'll help you get through the day better," Angela promised. Jordan recognized the pills as the kind that Angela had given him at the football game. Jordan immediately remembered being drowsy and loopy after taking the pills last time. This time he was already on medicine that was making him drowsy, so he politely refused the pills and tried to hand them back to Angela. "You're going to need them, especially the work they're going to be doing to you today," Angela explained. Jordan listened for a minute and made a confused face. Then he thought about what Angela was saying. Then thoughts of his last few visits to the salon entered his mind. "I know they'll probably pluck more hairs off my brows," he began a list in his head. "Then Jason and I made Angela believe that I wanted my hair platinum blonde when she almost busted us talking before the football game, so they'll probably make my hair even lighter (See the beginning of HFL Part 7)and then of course getting through "the shave," He thought, "whatever that is" He thought nonchalantly. "Maybe I'd deal with this visit a whole lot better if I was a little loopy during it and possibly close my eyes a little," he thought as he opened his mouth and threw the 3 pills down his throat. He choked a little as he realized that he had no water chaser. "I have my pad and pen if I need to ask about anything," he finalized in his mind. "'Atta girl!" Angela stated. "Now let's go treat ourselves," she said as she held the entrance door open for Jordan. Jordan picked up his overnight bag and walked inside. The door opened up to a huge waiting room area. The marble floor was adorned with cushioned benches and chairs that were all arranged around a large fountain that was in the center of the room. The fountain water flowed lightly but still with the acoustics of the room made the running water sound like a small waterfall. Voices of different conversations also filled the auditorium sized room. Behind all this you could faintly hear muzak playing. Once again Jordan tilted his head back as he looked up at the high ceilings that had beautiful sky lights at the top. There were people everywhere. Some looked like they were patients and others were looking around at everything just like Jordan was. A woman in a white skirt and blouse holding an Ipad approached Jordan and Angela. "Welcome ladies to the clinic. Can I dial in your appointments please?" she asked. Angela spoke for the both of them. "I'm Angela Coleman and this is Jordan Ross. Our appointments are for 11:30. The woman pushed the screen of the Ipad and typed in their names and waited for only a moment as information popped up on the screen. "Yes, Angela I see you are with our beauty spa today," the woman explained. She unclipped a walkie talkie that was on a small belt that was around her skirt and put it close to her mouth. "Jan, I have Angela here, could you please send someone to meet her and start her spa day?" she said into the walkie talkie. A voice came over the walkie talkie and replied, "Right away." The woman again looked down as new information came over the Ipad. Jordan and Angela both noticed that the woman took longer to tell Jordan where he was going as they both noticed the look on her face. Finally, the woman looked up at Jordan and Angela and smiled. "Jordan I see you are with Dr. Green. He wants to have a consultation with you, I'll call him down." "Ooh Dr. Green I hear is good," Angela remarked. "I personally haven't worked with Dr. Green but all the doctors here are phenomenal," Angela continued. Jordan got a worried look on his face. "I'm seeing a doctor about a hair dye?" Jordan immediately began to panic. "Oh God, Anna please help me," he thought as he fumbled into his purse and began to pull out his paper and pen. He was about to ask why he was seeing a doctor on the pad when Angela stopped him. She spoke for Jordan. "My girlfriend lost her voice last night and can't speak, she has to write everything down on her pad and paper," Angela interjected as she closed the pad and took it from Jordan slipping it back into his purse. "Please just make a note of that," Angela added. Again the woman brought the walkie talkie up to her mouth and spoke into it. "Dr. Green, are you available?" she said. "Go for Dr. Green," Dr. Green's voice replied. "Doctor, your 11:30 is here, Miss Jordan Ross," the woman said. Only a few seconds passed as Dr. Green replied into the walkie talkie. "I will be right down." Just as that conversation was ending, two women approached the group dressed in smocks with beautifully applied makeup and their hair done to perfection. They smiled at Angela. "Angela? Hi, you can come with us," they said. Angela smiled back and then turned to Jordan. "You should be in good hands here, Jor. If you need me for anything let them know and I will come as soon as possible. You should be alright with what I gave you," she said as she leaned in to hug her friend. "This stuff is a little stronger than what we had at the game. It should hit you quicker too," Angela whispered into Jordan's ear. Jordan's eyes grew wide for fear of taking something stronger than the last pills he took after the football game, that he considered strong. Angela pulled away raising her eyebrows up and down. "No worries girl," Angela said and then was led away by the beauticians. Jordan was only left alone with the greeter woman for a few more seconds as Jordan noticed a tall young man in a gray suit heading in his direction. As the man got closer he smiled and then extended his hand. "Miss Ross?" he said grabbing Jordan's smaller hand and then patting the top of Jordan's hand with his other hand. Jordan looked at the man with eyes wide open. "Nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Green, I'm going to do some work on you today," he warmly greeted Jordan. He could tell Jordan was nervous by the sweat in Jordan's hands. The woman who greeted Jordan intercepted, "Miss Ross has lost her voice and only has a pad and pen to communicate today." The doctor turned back towards Jordan, "That's very unfortunate as I was hoping to talk a little before we began," Dr. Green continued. Jordan nervously smiled at Dr. Green as he held up his pad of paper. He noticed that Dr. Green had a calmness about him. Jordan still felt the need to panic as he wanted to speak with the doctor about his day at the clinic. "Well, I will do the talking then, and then anything that you need to express, I'll give you time to write it down on your pad, ok?" Dr. Green smiled. Jordan shook his head and agreed to what Dr. Green was saying. "Please follow me, we can talk more quietly in my office on the 2nd floor," Dr. Green said and Jordan began walking next to the doctor who led him towards an elevator. Along the way through the waiting area, they passed a lot of patients who seemed to gather there by the fountain. They passed a woman sitting in a wheelchair blankly staring into the fountain. The woman turned and made eye contact with Jordan revealing that her head was partially wrapped in bandages going across her nose she also had two black eyes. Jordan quickly looked away. Dr. Green had reached the elevators and he pressed the number 2 on the panel. As they waited for the approaching elevator Dr. Green was surprised by a pat on the shoulder by a woman who's lips were swollen and fat. "Gabrielle, you just finished?" Dr. Green asked. The woman shook her head up and down. "They are going to look fabulous. They showed you the before and after pictures, right?" he asked. The woman again smiled and shook her head up and down. "Well don't worry, once the swelling goes down you are going to look amazing," He promised. The elevator doors opened and Dr. Green shook the woman's hand and then he and Jordan entered the elevator. "I like to have a closeness with my patients because it helps build a trust. So I'm very involved with every procedure that happens here," Dr. Green explained. The elevator rose up quickly to level two and then the door opened. The two exited the elevator to a carpeted hallway. Jordan followed as Dr. Green walked to the left and only 2 offices down as he entered the room on the right. Jordan read the name plate on the door: DR RYAN GREEN Dr. Green stood by the door and as Jordan entered, he closed the door behind him. "Please have a seat and get comfortable," he said as he pulled out the chair that was in front of his desk. Jordan set the overnight bag next to the chair and then smoothed out the bottom of the sundress and sat down in the chair. Dr. Green saw Jordan had the speech pad and pen laid across the sundress opened and ready to write. Dr. Green pointed to the overnight bag. "Oh good, you packed an overnight bag," Jordan smiled thinking Dr. Green was making a joke. Dr. Green on the other hand really considered Jordan's bag as an overnight bag for a stay at the clinic as many patients did after a procedure or surgery. "can I offer you something?" Dr. Green asked as he made his way behind his desk and sat. Jordan shook his head no. He felt the cold medicine take effect slightly on the way here, and on top of what Angela had given him, Jordan was suddenly feeling more tired. "Firstly, I have paperwork that I need you to fill out but I figured I could do it with you if you'd allow me to so that I could get to know you a little better and we'd be able to move this part along a little faster and then get started on our day," he asked as Jordan swallowed hard nervously. "Sound good?" Dr. Green sensed Jordan's nervousness. "Are you nervous? Don't be nervous. This is just a Dr. getting to know his patient," Dr. Green explained. Jordan still didn't understand why he was seeing a doctor. He nervously gave the doctor a slight smile. Doctor Green had a paper with writing on it already on the desk but Jordan couldn't read what the paper said. He figured that because he had never been there before, that it was a new client questionnaire so that he would be on file at the clinic. "You go by, Miss, right? Not Mrs. or Ms," Dr. Green asked and then looked up. Again Jordan nodded his head slightly. "Ok, so Miss Jordan Ross," Dr Green wrote on his paper. "Age," he continued. Jordan wrote down on his pad and then held up the paper that read: 24. "Sex?" Dr. Green quickly asked looking down at his paper. The question threw Jordan off as he wrote down an "F" on his pad and was about to show the paper to the doctor until it hit him. Jordan looked up at the doctor already looking at him. Jordan's eyes grew wide as he wondered why the doctor would ask that question. Then he realized that the doctor was giving him a knowingly smile. Jordan's face froze. Again Jordan swallowed hard as his chest felt like it was about to explode. Jordan began to stand up but then sat back down as his legs buckled and felt like Jell-O. "Please Jordan, Jordan....relax. It's ok. Everything is fine," The doctor stood up waving his arms for Jordan to sit back into the chair. He could see Jordan was starting to freak out, so he just came out and said the words, "I know that you're a male," Dr. Green announced. Jordan again froze as he heard the words leave Dr. Green's lips in slow motion. "How could he have known?" Jordan's mind raced. "Is that why he wanted to see me and why I'm not down in the regular spa with Angela?" Jordan continued to think. As if he were inside Jordan's mind, Dr. Green answered his question. "A colleague figured out that you were male. But it's good that I know and it'll make everything a whole lot easier," Dr. Green tried to calm Jordan down. "First things first is not to panic. From this point on everything behind that door that we discuss falls under Dr slash patient confidentiality, so I can't give anyone any information that you and I speak about unless I feel that it involves you harming yourself or you harming others. I don't feel that way at all, so there is nothing to worry about," Dr. Green explained. Jordan was still taking everything that happened in the last few minutes in. He could feel his face was red as he felt embarrassed. "I can't believe I'm dressed as a woman sitting in a doctor's office with a doctor who knows I'm a man," Jordan kept repeating in his head. "This is mortifying," he continued to think. "Jordan, I can tell you're still freaking out inside. You need to calm down, this is not bad," The doctor interjected as Jordan still sat in the chair in a daze. Jordan opened his notepad and began writing. Dr. Green waited as Jordan tore out a piece of paper and put it on Dr. Green's desk and then continued to write again. Dr. Green got up and walked to the other side of his desk in front of Jordan and leaned on his desk. He picked up the note and read it aloud. "Dr. Green, I'm sorry," he read as Jordan was finishing up his next note. "Jordan, please," the doctor began to say as Jordan ripped out another piece of paper and handed it to him and then continued to write again. "I understand how silly I must look to you," the doctor read from the second note. "Not at all. In fact you look very convincing. I deal with a lot of transg..," The doctor started to say but Jordan handed him another note cutting the doctor off. "I never meant to deceive anyone. I just needed this job and then things got out of control." The doctor read the last note as Jordan looked up at the doctor. "Jordan, no reason to freak out. Your secret is safe with me. I'm going to help you get through today, and hopefully make you feel better," Dr Green began to explain. Jordan began writing in his notepad. Dr. Green waited until he was done and about a minute later Jordan handed the paper to Dr. Green. Dr. Green answered Jordan's paper aloud. "No, Jordan I'm not going to tell your work about this," Dr. Green said as he walked back behind his desk. Jordan grabbed the paper and put it back on his lap. "As I just finished explaining to you, I like to build a trust with my patients and you have my word that I will not let anyone know your true sex," Dr. Green continued. Jordan finally took a deep sigh and mouthed a, "Thank You!" towards Dr. Green. "You're welcome. I must say, you do make a convincing woman. Had I not been tipped off by my colleague I would never in a million years have guessed that you were a man," Dr. Green explained. Jordan's mind raced. "I bet it was my last visit at the salon. The women there were acting a little too weird. That place is connected with this clinic, so someone there had to tip the doctor off," Jordan deducted in his brain. He still felt a little uncomfortable dressed the way he was but he realized that the doctor seemed like an ok guy and he believed that the doctor wouldn't say a word. Plus at this point, there was nothing Jordan could do now as he was called out as male. Dr. Green had been writing on a new patient form only this file had read at the top of the page: HORMONE REPLACEMENT TREATMENT PATIENT INFORMATION. Under the section of "SEX" the doctor had checked Jordan as Transgender. "So now that we're out in the open about things and you know you can trust me. I want to help you feel better, Is that ok?" Dr. Green asked. Jordan nodded and thought, "I'd feel better if he'd help me get rid of this cold." Jordan misunderstood the doctor's comment as his head started to get muddled. "I just need to ask a few questions though, so please just answer truthfully and I promise we'll get you moving along quickly and back down in the clinic," Dr. Green explained. Jordan confirmed and shook his head and mouthed, "OK. "Has dressing as a woman been an everyday thing?" he asked Jordan as once again the doctor was going to write on the paper. Jordan shook his head yes but thought about that being a strange question to ask. "I guess this is all about that trust that he likes to build with is patients," Jordan immediately thought. "Unless he's just making small talk." "So at both work and at home, you've had to live your life as a woman," Dr. Green asked and again Jordan shook his head yes. Dr. Green looked down at Jordan's paper and wrote," Patient identifies herself as a woman even though she is male. She works and lives her life as female." "Are you married?" He hovered over the paper with his pen. Jordan shook his head yes and Dr. Green check Jordan's marital status as 'married' "And does your wife know that you are dressing as a woman?" he continued as Jordan answered yes but then thought to himself. "Of course she knows about this." Jordan then began writing on his notepad. Dr. Green also began to write again on Jordan's patient form: "Patient is married and has a supporting wife." Jordan slipped the paper he finished writing across the desk to the doctor. Dr. Green read the note and then smiled. "That's really nice," Dr. Green said as he again wrote on Jordan's paper. "Patient's wife acknowledges transgender husband as her sister in public and they live as two women rather than a lesbian couple. Patient most likely attracted to males." "So she does help you with everything?" the doctor asked. Jordan began writing again as Dr. Green waited on his note reply. Jordan's note started to get blurry and Jordan continued to feel lightheaded. Oh no, Angela's pills are really kicking my ass. I have to focus," Jordan thought as he continued to write. Jordan realized the doctor was waiting and began writing faster as he finally slipped the note across the desk. The doctor read the note aloud. "My wife heard that I can get breasts here and wants me to come back so that I can look more passable in my work outfits." The doctor began writing again in the comments section. "Patient seems to think of herself as female and wants the body of a woman to match her mind. Breast augmentation surgery will be welcomed. Jordan began writing again and by the time the doctor had written his sentence he saw that Jordan had another note for him. The doctor read it aloud: "I wear a corset under my clothing to give me this body and so that I can pass, but I can't wait for the day that I can leave the corset at home." Dr. Green started writing again: "patient strives to have female curves and tightens a corset to achieve these curves but wants something more natural. "Are you taking anything to help you?" Dr. Green asked. Jordan started to hear all the sounds echo in his head. He looked puzzled at the question as Dr. Green saw this and added, "Anything to help you to feel better." Jordan thought, "Oh I do want to feel better,"as he shook his head 'yes' to the doctor's question. Again, Jordan began writing on the paper and then again passed it across Dr. Green's desk. Dr Green read the note aloud. "Nothing strong or helpful." Dr Green looked down at Jordan's HRT paper and began writing. Jordan also started writing. "Patient wants to start on female hormone shots at high dosages. Patient wants to see results and feel better about herself." As the doctor looked up Jordan passed his latest note to the doctor. Again Dr. Green read the note aloud, "I just want to start feeling better again, I don't want to feel this miserable." And by the time the doctor had read that note aloud, Jordan was passing the next one to the doctor as he again read it aloud. "Will you help me?" Dr. Green said aloud then facing the paper on his desk as he opened the top drawer of the desk and pulled out a stamper. Dr. Green wrote on the page: Patient will start on hormones. I will perform a Chondrolaryngoplasty and work on her vocal cords. Patient will undergo treatments that will change body from male to female. The doctor dated the page and then signed it. "I'm just about finished wasting your time up here and then we're going to get you down in the spa and get you on the road to recovery," Dr. Green grouped a few papers together. "I need you to sign these," Dr. Green said as he slid the forms in front of Jordan along with a pen. Jordan reached for the papers and pen. "All this for a day at the spa," Jordan thought. Jordan looked at the pages and tried to read them. At this point everything that Jordan had taken was kicking in and his vision was starting to get worse. Jordan skipped reading the page and went straight to the bottom and saw the empty line where his signature would go. He held the paper up and pointed for Dr. Green to see and mouthed the word, "Here?" Dr. Green saw Jordan pointing at the blank line. "Yes, right there," he replied. Jordan leaned into the HRT paper closely, not reading the header or anything that was written about him and Jordan signed his signature where the doctor had said. Jordan slid the papers back towards the doctor as the doctor picked up the pen and also signed his name next to where Jordan had signed. Unbeknown to Jordan, he just gave the doctor permission to change his sex. Dr. Green stamped the papers 'APPROVED' Dr. Green clapped his hands together and said, "I think we're ready to go. Then he picked up the phone receiver and dialed 3 numbers on the keypad. Seconds later Dr. Green spoke into the phone. "I'm going to be coming down with Jordan Ross can you meet us at the elevator please?" he said. "Thank you." And the doctor completed his call. The doctor got out from behind the desk and picked up Jordan's overnight bag and opened the door. Jordan sat in a daze as he knew what had just transpired there, he was just trying to make sense of it all. His head was now getting more fuzzy as he knew the doctor had just made that call and stood up but Jordan still sat in the same position. The doctor then faced Jordan. "Jordan, don't worry about anything that happened here." Dr. Green saw Jordan wasn't moving out of the seat. "Here, let me help you up," he said as he grabbed Jordan's arm and lifted Jordan's dead weight out of the chair. Jordan snapped out of it as he was helped up and leaned on the doctor as he began to walk to the exit of his office. Jordan wasn't thinking straight. "Just hang on to me," Dr. Green said. Jordan still walked but had one arm draped around the doctor for support. The doctor thought it was nerves that was making Jordan's body limp, but Jordan knew the pills were making everything a daze. Jordan didn't even realize that they had made it out of the office and in the hall as he was helped to the elevator door. The two entered as Dr. Green pressed the lobby button. Immediately the elevator doors closed and the elevator shot down to the lobby. Jordan's stomach rose to his throat as the elevator moved quickly. "Did it go that fast last time?" Jordan thought. "Was I even on an elevator?" he continued. The elevator opened up to the lobby as Dr. Green helped Jordan out of the elevator. Suddenly Jordan got real dizzy and it felt as if Dr. Green had let go of him and Jordan was falling. Jordan was now sitting. He folded his hands on his lap and then tilted his head to the side and he saw a large wheel. "A wheelchair?" Jordan realized he was placed in a wheelchair. He listened as Dr. Green began to speak. "Take Miss Ross to operating room 5A. It's all prepped, but get her started on a drip and I'll be along soon," the doctor explained as Jordan leaned his head to the side. "I'll see you soon Jordan, Jessie will take good care of you in the meantime," Dr. Green said as Jordan was wheeled away. Jordan waved. Jordan still had his glazed look on his face as he was pushed along. "I need to find a new job," he thought to himself. END OF PART 10