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Part 11 Jordan was being wheeled away from the lobby area as the mixture of the loud fountain, people talking and the faint sound of the muzak over the loudspeaker started to fade away slowly. Jordan turned his head to face behind him and his eyes met a pretty woman in a light blue dress. The woman made eye contact with Jordan and smiled. "Jessie, her name is Jessie," Jordan tried to remember. Jordan returned the smile as the dizziness started to completely take over Jordan's brain. The combination of the early morning wake up call, along with the cold medicine and the pills that Angela gave to him, Jordan was finding it hard to stay awake and alert. He stared at his unfamiliar surroundings and he grew more confused. He tried to replay the day over in his head to get some clarity. "I remember this morning with Anna and then being at work, and I somehow remember the nurse's name, but the rest of the day, I'm drawing a blank." Jordan's heavy eyelids started to shut as Jordan fought the urge to close them completely. Jordan's wheelchair came to a set of double doors. The doors were the strong wooden ones and not the type that you would just be able to push on and then the door would swing open. Jordan again turned his head as he saw Jessie push a silver handicapped labeled button on the wall. After she did, the doors opened inward automatically. Then Jordan's wheelchair was wheeled through the double doors. The doors opened up into a large room that looked similar to an emergency room. It had a lot of rooms. Some were curtained off areas and there were also areas that were behind glass with a sliding glass door attached. There were other people in the room but with his grogginess, Jordan couldn't focus on anyone. "Wait, am I at the hospital?" Jordan questioned. Jordan thought that maybe if he closed his eyes and rubbed them, he could focus better. He was also hoping that he was seeing things and the room he was in really didn't look like an emergency room. "This can't be right, I thought we were going to the salon," he thought to himself. At this point, he would welcome seeing the row of hair dryers and the pictures of different women's hairstyles lining the walls. Jordan stopped rubbing his eyes and moved his hands away from his face. He slowly opened his eyes and frowned when he continued to see what looked like an emergency room. The woman pushing Jordan's wheelchair wheeled him up to a main desk that was in the room and approached a large man that was behind the desk. "This is Dr. Green's patient, Miss Jordan Ross," Jessie announced. Hearing Jessie speak jarred another memory. "Dr. Green. I remember Dr. Green. He wants to help me feel better." At first Jordan thought the man behind the desk hadn't heard Jessie because he had said nothing. Jordan heard keyboard clicks coming from behind the desk so he realized the man must be looking up on the computer. "The doctor has her set up in 5A just down the yellow corridor on the right." The man replied. Jordan smiled because he was right. "Bingo! Yellow corridor, here we come!" Jordan's eyes continued to get heavy as his eyelids closed hard. He could still hear voices in the room and suddenly he felt like he was floating. His arm was raised slightly and then it felt as if something was attached around his wrist. A slight pinch on his wrist snapped him out of it as he jerked awake. He was moving down the hall again in the wheelchair. Jordan noticed his hands in his lap and he saw an orange bracelet around his wrist. "Is that a hospital ID bracelet?" he pondered as he raised his arm closer to his face so he could see it better. It was an Id bracelet just like you would get at the hospital when you were being admitted.. Jordan saw his name and age on it but the one thing that caught Jordan's eye was that it read: Sex: F Jordan giggled to himself. "F," he thought to himself. "I look like an F." Jordan laughing as his head continued to get lightheaded and bubbly. Different things started to echo through Jordan's head. First he heard Anna from the bedroom that morning as she was handing him the pad and pen. "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." Then Anna's voice turned into Angela's from first arriving at the clinic. "If you need me for anything let them know and I will come as soon as possible." "The pen and pad is in my purse!" Jordan remembered and immediately looked towards his lap. Jordan thought maybe they had put his purse hanging from the side of the wheelchair. Jordan checked the left side and then slowly leaned to the right side. "Damn, I lost my purse again?" he thought and again giggled. Jessie interrupted. "Hold still sweetie, we don't want to have to strap you in," she said. Jordan laughed to himself. "I'll ask Jessie where my purse is," he thought and he turned his head slowly again to face nurse Jessie who was pushing his wheelchair. He struggled to hold his head back straight but finally he made eye contact with her once again. He opened his mouth and attempted to say something. Jordan frowned as no words came out of his mouth. Jessie looked down at him and smiled again. "Don't worry, We're just about there Jordan." Jordan turned around and faced the front again. He looked at the floor and for the first time noticed a yellow stripe on the center of the floor that followed the hallway as it continued on. "It's the yellow brick road!" Jordan concluded to himself smiling. He continued laughing to himself. Then Jordan looked at the doors as they passed. The rooms were few and far between, as they continued down the hall. They were just passing room 3A and Jordan couldn't see the next door as the corridor sharply turned right. "We're almost at 5A!" Jordan felt happy that he remembered which room he was heading towards." As they passed another doorway, the number above it read 4A. Jordan knew he should be nervous about where he was going, but was too relaxed to feel any threat. "When we get to the room, I'll ask Jessie for a notepad. Then I'll tell her to get Angela and then we'll straighten everything out from there." Jordan calmly thought as he played the scenario in his head. Jordan looked up and saw they had stopped next to another set of double doors. Jessie pushed another silver button on the wall, and again the doors automatically opened as she wheeled him inside. The next room reminded Jordan of the 'Clean Room' at his work. He turned slightly and watched the nurse pushing his wheelchair slip a surgical uniform over her blue dress. Then she went to a box with the surgical bonnets inside and pulled out one and stretched it over her hair. She tucked the sides so that all her hair was under. Jordan turned away to face the front but then felt the nurse placing something over his head. Jessie began tucking Jordan's hair under one of the surgical bonnets. Once she was finished, the wheelchair began to roll again. "Ok, here we go." As Jessie pushed another silver button on the wall and another set of double doors opened Jessie pushed Jordan into the room. Jordan giggled at what looked like a surgical room. There were 2 big men in the same surgical outfits that Jessie had just put on and also had the surgical cap on their heads. In the center of the room was a exam table. It had metal sides raised up but as he was wheeled into the room, one of the men lowered one of the sides of the table. There was a pillow towards the top end and a few blankets folded neatly at the other end. Around the table were small wheeled carts. Jordan stared at what looked like tools sitting on top of the carts. Everything was blurry for Jordan and nothing continued to make sense as again he started to close his eyes. He smiled as he thought, "This can't be real. I'm probably still in bed asleep. When I wake up I'll go to work and then to the salon with Angela to get my hair dyed." Jordan again giggled at that thought. "Ok Miss Ross, we're just going to get you comfortable, so just relax," one man said to Jordan. Jordan made an unhappy face. "Now I know I'm not dreaming, I would be dreaming of all female nurses," he thought. Jordan started getting comfortable in the wheelchair and he leaned his head back a little. Jordan opened his eyes again as he felt someone in front of him. It was Jessie. "That's more like it." Jordan smiled as he saw a female nurse. He closed his eyes completely as he continued to think but this time he kept them shut as he was letting go and letting sleep take over. Jordan felt his head wobble to the left, and then right. He felt as if he was being lifted from the chair and floating. A feeling of cold soon came over him and then slowly he started to feel himself warming up. As sleep overcame Jordan, what he assumed was his dream was in fact the nurses started to prep and get Jordan set up for Dr. Green. One of the male nurses lifted Jordan's limp body up from the chair. Jessie was placing one of the surgical gowns similar to what everyone else in the room had on Jordan. Jessie flattened out the blanket that lay on top of the examination table as the two male nurses lifted Jordan's body and lay him flat on the table top. The three nurses walked to a sink along one wall and started to wash their hands. Then they dried them and the 3 each grabbed a pair of rubber gloves. One man walked over to the tray that was next to the exam table. He took a count of all the surgical tools that Dr. Green would need and set them up closest to where Jordan's head lay. Then he strapped Jordan's feet onto the top of the table. Another strap was secured just below his waist and then two straps across the top of his arms secured his shoulders down onto the table. Even if he wanted to, Jordan couldn't move. Another man quickly wrapped a rubber cuff around Jordan's arm and began to inflate it. He checked the monitor and wrote down Jordan's blood pressure in his file. Meanwhile on the other side of Jordan, Jessie lowered the side bar on the Jordan's exam table and sat next to Jordan's body. She grabbed Jordan's hand and started to look for a vein on his wrist. The other man held down Jordan's arm and shoulder so that he wouldn't flinch. Suddenly Jordan's eyes popped open as he felt as if something had bit him. He looked up at the ceiling as he realized that he was now on his back. As he looked towards his hand his view was blocked by the face of the male nurse. "Just hold still Miss Ross, you'll be able to move in just a minute." He said smiling. A tear rolled down Jordan's cheek as he was surprised by the prick. The man blocked his view as he had no idea what was going on to his hand. He saw Jessie and he felt her holding his hand. "When did I lay down?" Jordan thought. "Maybe they're doing my nails? But that didn't hurt last time though." Jordan was still feeling loopy as the quick nap really didn't change the feeling from the pills. Jordan watched as Jessie finished with his hand. She stood up and picked up a clear bag of fluid that was on one of the trays next to Jordan's bed. She raised the bag up and connected it to a large metal stand that had a hook at the top. Jordan had seen these before on those TV hospital shows. It was an IV. Jordan smiled as he watched the liquid drip slowly and then watched the liquid travel down a tube. He noticed the tube for the first time as he followed it with his eyes down. He tilted his head to the side of the table that he lay on as he couldn't see where it went from there. Before he could lean over the side of the bed Jessie wheeled over a monitor. Jordan watched as Jessie opened Jordan's surgical outfit down to the top of his corset exposing his chest. She then pulled out a few sticky circular pads that had wires connected to them. She began sticking them to Jordan's chest. "Those are cold," Jordan thought. Jessie finished up and smiled as Jordan saw that the wires were connected to the monitor that Jessie turned on. "I have to get one of the nurses attention," he thought. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Meanwhile, at just about the same time Jason was driving in his car, returning from lunch. He decided to go the extra distance today for Mexican food. He was speaking to Anna on the phone as he made his way back to the Johanson & Johanson plant. "So, you're still parking your car in front of the house tonight right?" Anna asked. Jason sighed. "I still can't believe Jordan is spending the night at Angela's house," Jason said. "Angela was persistent and wanted him to stay the rest of the week. I got her down to just tonight," Anna explained. "Yeah, well You better hope his disguise can pass the overnight and morning test," Jason replied. "They're both at the beauty clinic right now having a girly day, in fact Mr. Johanson gave them the rest of the day off and tomorrow in case they needed to recuperate. Jordan will be able to pass any test," Anna explained. Jason knew the clinic Anna was talking about as he was just coming up to it. "That's good because I'm not sure how female Jordan would explain a morning stiffie to Angela?" Jason asked. Anna laughed. "We took care of all that this morning," Anna replied as she was immediately cut off. "No kidding? Jordan's a lucky guy to get a morning hummer." Jason laughed. Anna scoffed. "Figures you would go there. I meant Jordan's all tucked away down there and shouldn't have any problems," Anna explained. At that moment, Jason saw that he was passing the clinic that Anna spoke about. He glanced at the parking lot and immediately he noticed a familiar looking car. Quickly reacting, Jason made a hard right into the parking lot of the clinic and in the process dropped the phone into the passenger seat. As he drove down the first aisle of the lot and pulling up behind the car that caught his eye, he heard Anna speaking into the phone calling his name. "Jason, Jason? Are you still there?" He listened. He stared silently at the license plate of the light blue Mustang convertible. The license plate read: 'JOHANSON' as he shook his head unbelievably. Slowly he picked up the phone again. "Anna, I got to run. I'll call you later." And without waiting for Anna's response he disconnected their call. Jason parked the car next to the Mustang and sat waiting to see if Mr. Johanson would come out. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Jessie was moving around the table as she grabbed a blanket that was at Jordan's feet. She unfolded the blanket and covered the lower part of Jordan's body with it. Jordan saw his opportunity to get Jessie's attention as she continued to cover him. Just as Jordan finally made eye contact with her as she smiled, a familiar voice entered the room. "All right, lets get this party started," Dr. Green said as he made his entrance. All the nurses greeted the doctor as they had prepped everything in the room. Dr Green made his way over to the sink and washed his hands. He dried them and then like the others he put on a pair of rubber gloves. Nurse Jessie opened up Jordan's file and held it for Dr. Green. He grabbed a surgical mask as he read the file stats. He tied the mask behind his head as Jessie disappeared behind Jordan again. Jordan's mind suddenly became clear as he began to think. "I have to get Dr. Green's attention. He'll be able to get in touch with Angela and then she'll tell them to give me my notepad so that I can write." Jordan got his wish as Dr Green hovered over Jordan's face. "Hello my dear, I think we're ready to begin." Jordan widened his eyes but before he could do anything else, he watched as a pair of hands put a clear mask over his nose. "Don't worry, and just breath in. Deep breaths Jordan," Dr. Green said Jordan started to breath as he immediately started to feel lightheaded. "Oh no," he thought. "I have to get in touch..." Jordan began to think and then he lost his train of thought. Jordan watched as everyone moved around the room acting like he wasn't even there. Dr. Green saw Jordan's eyelids start to get heavy as he stood next to the surgical tray. Jordan groggily strived to stay awake, but everything began getting blurry. The last thing Jordan saw was Dr. Green picking up the scalpel from the tray. His eyelids shut hard. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The afternoon marched on and Jason continued sitting next to Mr. Johanson's car waiting for his boss to show up. He was just finishing his 5th round of Words With Friends as he glanced at his time before finally put his phone down in the passenger seat. "Come on, sir!" he mumbled to himself. Jason picked up his phone again and scrolled through his contacts until he came to Mr. Johanson's secretary. He pressed the dial button. As the phone was ringing and he waited for an answer, Jason took another look around from his car windows to see if his boss was anywhere. "Good afternoon. Mr. Johanson's office," the secretary answered. "Hi Kimberly, it's Jason is Mr. Johanson in?" he asked. "Hi Jason, no Mr. Johanson cleared his schedule here at work and took the rest of the day off," she replied. Jason sighed. "Did he say where he was going to be?" he continued to pry. "He didn't say where he was going to be, but he did say he was going to see his friend Ryan Green," Kim replied. Jason, still holding the receiver opened his car door and briskly made his way to the side of the clinic building. He quickly ran up to the sign on the front lawn. "Thanks Kim. I'll try back later," Jason said and then ended the call. Jason stood in the grass of the clinic office building staring at the large stone sign for the clinic. It also listed the names of all the surgeons and Jason saw that the 3rd name on the list was Dr. Ryan Green. Quickly he ran back to his car and locked the doors and walked up to the clinic entrance. At the same time two women wearing robes and sunglasses walked up to the door just behind Jason. They were in the middle of a conversation, and Jason said nothing but held the door for the two as they entered. "Thank you," they said smiling but then continued their conversation. Jason entered the door behind them. Exactly how his friend had done earlier, now Jason stood in awe as he took in the large room. He stared at the main lobby area. The sound of the large fountain overpowered everything else in the room. He saw the 2 women in front of him stop as the woman with the Ipad approached them. "Hello ladies may I dial in your appointments, please?" Jason watched the process as the women gave the greeter their names. Then Jason started to panic. "How am I going to get past this woman, I don't have any business here except to find out what my boss is doing here." He thought. Another guy was coming up to the entrance doors pushing a small hand lift with trays of water on them. It was the vending machine delivery guy. "Perfect!" Jason thought as the women in front of him were just being escorted away to their clinic destinations. Jason pulled the glass door open so that the delivery guy could push his hand lift in easily. "Thanks man," he said as he approached the woman with the Ipad. Jason stood next to him. "Delivery for the 3rd floor vending," he announced. The woman turned and pointed to the elevator on the other side of the fountain. Just as he had said that, Jason leaned down and tried to straighten a row of trays on the bottom of the hand truck. "This one needs to be straightened," he said as he started to push it a little. "The whole thing is going to come crashing down." Jason concluded. "Oh thanks," the delivery guy said as he started to push the cart of water towards the elevator. Jason quickly followed besides him. "I'll get the elevator for you," he said as he walked with the delivery guy. Jason walked with the delivery guy to the elevator and then he pushed the number 3 on the elevator and then walked away. Jason was on the other side of the fountain and out of sight from the greeter who he looked towards. She paid him no mind as she was helping new guest as they were entering the clinic. He continued looking around the large room for Mr. Johanson walking around the large lobby and benches that surrounded the fountain. He made sure to stay out of sight of the greeter but at this point, she didn't look as if she was looking for him so he didn't worry about her. He walked back once more towards the elevator area to see if there was another area on the other side of the elevators that he had missed, but all he found was a wall. Jason again walked to the center, and saw some men and women reading on the ledge of the fountain. Slowly becoming discouraged, he decided to sit on the small ledge surrounding the fountain. Jason leaned over and covered his hands over his face. Slowly he moved them away and then stared at the floor. The floor shined as it was polished well. It was so shiny you could see your face in it. Jason saw his slight reflection and then made out the reflection of someone standing on the second level staring down. Quickly he looked up, as Mr. Johanson made eye contact. Mr. Johanson locked eyes with Jason. "Oh Crap!" he said as he stared and knew that he was busted. Jason looked up at his boss as he yelled, "Wait there, sir." And then he made his way over to the elevator. He pushed the number 2 button and waited for the elevator car to open up. He leaned back and glanced up to where Mr. Johanson was standing to make sure he hadn't moved. Mr. Johanson was still there. The elevator door opened and Jason walked inside quickly being whisked to the 2nd floor. He exited the elevator and walked straight up to Mr. Johanson. "Sir, What are you doing here?" he asked angrily. Mr. Johanson could tell Jason was mad and he probably had the right idea why he was there, but still Mr. Johanson decided to try a different angle. "I'm getting a football sheet from one of my doctor's friends?" he replied. Jason firstly looked puzzled and thought about the answer as Mr. Johanson thought that he had his HR manager fooled. "Did you know Angela and Jordan are here too?" Jason announced as a test. Mr. Johanson widened his eyes and acted surprised. "Oh they are?" He shot Mr. Johanson a knowing look. "Sir, You knew they were here, I heard you gave them the rest of the day off as well as tomorrow," he said catching Mr. Johanson in a lie. Mr. Johanson's face got red as he realized that he was caught in a lie. "Alright, you're right. I'm not only here for a football pool," he said. "You need to get out of here before they see you," Jason said excitedly. "What were you trying to do anyway, catch a glimpse of the girls as they got their hair done, or stare at them while their nails dried?" He exclaimed unbeknownst to him that there was something bigger going on here. Mr. Johanson continued to look at the floor as Jason continued to try and get his boss to leave. "I swear that's not it. I wasn't trying to do that," Mr. Johanson said humbly and then he swallowed hard. "Actually..." he started. Jason watched as Mr. Johanson sat on the edge of a bench near the balcony where he was just caught looking down at the lobby. "It's Jordan," Mr. Johanson confessed. Jason leaned against the railing and listened. Mr. Johanson sighed deeply. "I haven't been able to get it out of my head everything you told me about Jordan," he confessed. Jason had wondered what Mr. Johanson thought about Jordan. Since their talk about Jordan's secret, Mr. Johanson hadn't said another thing about it. He figured it had been bothering his boss, because it was a big secret to keep and he risked a lot telling his employer about it. Jason knew if he hadn't revealed Jordan's identity and Jordan had been exposed as a man that he would be terminated along with Jordan for having try to deceive the company. Another reason he revealed Jordan's secret was because of how flirtatious Mr. Johanson was getting during his shopping trip according to Jordan. Now that Mr. Johanson knew Jordan was a man, there was no way he would be attracted to him anymore. "I know sir, but you can't reveal to anyone that you know anything about Jordan being male," he explained. Mr. Johanson swallowed hard and looked up at Jason. "I kind of already did." Jason's eyes opened wide and mouth gaped open staring in shock as he couldn't believe what he just heard. He swallowed hard. "What are you talking about, sir?" he asked nervously. "I know, I'm sorry Jason. I know I shouldn't have and I'm really sorry. Everything I'm doing is going to help Jordan in the long run, along with helping the company. From this point on everything is going to be legit, and I promise no one will get in trouble," Mr. Johanson confessed. Jason looked around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation and then finally sat next to his boss on the bench. "What are you talking about sir?" Jason said in a whisper staring nervously at his boss. Mr. Johanson swallowed hard. "I decided to help Jordan," he replied. "Help her how?" Jason quickly but quietly asked. Mr. Johanson cleared his throat. "Well, I thought about everything you explained to me about Jordan's identity. Then I thought long and hard about what it took to get her here from the east coast. The thing that kept running through my mind was when you said that Jordan was unsure if she was going to be staying with the company because of her sexual identity." Mr. Johanson paused. Jason waited for the story to continue and said nothing. "I have to tell you, this consumed the rest of that day. I spent the whole time doing research of male to female transitioning and it's really amazing the things they can do," Mr. Johanson continued to explain. "I must have watched every Youtube video of other males who have transitioned into females. Right then and there, I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to move fast to ensure that Jordan stays with the company long until retirement," Mr. Johanson explained. Jason still listened to Mr. Johanson's story and took everything in. "I'm going to be helping Jordan move forward with the sex change," Mr. Johanson finished. Jason's eyes bulged and he started to perspire on his warm forehead. His chest got tight as he took in everything that Mr. Johanson just said. "Sir, you can't do that," Jason began slowly so not to freak out. "Don't panic Jason. I'm going to cover all the costs anonymously," Mr. Johanson replied. "Sir, you don't understand, you can't do that to Jordan unless she agreed to it," Jason muttered. "Well she must have agreed to it, because she's in there with Dr. Green right now," he replied. Jason's eyes bulged once again as he got louder. "What are they doing to Jordan?" he asked. Mr. Johanson looked at Jason. "Today is only the first step. Jordan's getting his adam's apple shaved down to give a more feminine shaped neckline." Mr. Johanson began and for Jason, it almost felt like a dream as he listened to his boss explain the feminization of his friend. "Once inside his neck they're also going to do vocal surgery so she'll speak a higher tone and sound more female. The last thing but most important, Jordan will start on her first round of hormone treatments with a shot," Mr. Johanson explained. Jason's face was blank. He had no reply for his boss. Inside his mind he screamed. "What have I done?" He started to panic. Mr. Johanson saw Jason's worried face and saw him sweating. "Jason, don't worry, he's in good hands. Dr. Green is one of the best male to female surgeons around," he explained. Jason suddenly sprang to life as he stood up. "Sir, we have to stop the Dr. from doing anything, this is a mistake." Mr. Johanson watched his HR manager panic as he continued to sit casually crossing one leg over onto the other. "It's too late. Dr. Green is probably almost finished," Mr. Johanson replied. Jason's face continued to panic as his eyes raced around the room until he realized there was nothing he could do. Instead Jason sat down slowly lowering his body on the bench next to Mr. Johanson. His thoughts continued to race through his head. "What do you mean this is a mistake?" Mr. Johanson replied. Jason continued to freak out inside his head. "Anna is going to kill me, I'm a dead man. What have I done?" he continued to repeat over and over. "Jason?" Mr. Johanson interrupted his thoughts. "What's a mistake?" he again asked. Jason snapped out of it and turned again towards his boss. "Sir, If the company finds out about what you've done, we could both be in a lot of trouble," he whispered. Mr. Johanson remained calm and confident, "The doctor said he wouldn't do anything unless Jordan agreed completely to everything. The doctor has been in with her for over an hour, so Jordan must have given him the ok," Mr. Johanson once again explained. "I talked to Dr. Green just before he went into surgery with Jordan and he said he would be out to talk to me just as soon as he was finished and I would be able to see everything he did. You can go in with me and we can see the results together, ok?" Mr. JOhanson suggested. Jason didn't reply he only sat nervously next to Mr. Johanson and thought about everything and how he could fix it. "This has to end today or Jordan will never be the same. Is he even going to look the same without his adam's apple? Is this surgery even reversible?" he thought. "It has to be, yeah they perform female to male surgery too so it can't be too late, but would they be able to return his voice to male?" So many questions raced through his mind and he wasn't sure how long he was locked inside his head but his thoughts were interrupted as Mr. Johanson started to stand up. Jason looked as a young doctor in scrubs approached his boss. "Jason, this is Dr. Green, Dr. Green this is Jason my head of HR at the plant," Mr. Johanson explained. Dr. Green smiled, "Oh good, then we all know why were here. She's finished, lets go take a look." Dr. Green said as he led the way towards the elevators. Jason's legs shook as he walked along side his boss and the doctor. "So how did Jordan do?" Mr. JOhanson asked as the stepped inside the elevator. "She did really well. The incision in her neck is small and....." Dr. Green replied but Jason just toned him out as he again started to panic. "Incision in her neck? Oh God! This really happened!" Jason repeated in his head. The elevator returned to the lobby and Dr. Green continued to talk as they walked along through double doors and down long corridors. The whole time Jason walked numbly along as the doctor continued to talk. The walk was a blur to Jason as the doctor finally reached a patient's room. The door was slightly opened and Jason saw that the room was dark. The doctor pushed the door in slowly, and pulled a curtain back. Behind the curtain a low light shined above a hospital bed. Jason watched Mr. Johanson and the doctor surround the bed. The doctor flicked on another light next to the bed that shinned brighter. "She hasn't come off of the anesthesia yet, in fact, she'll probably still be out awhile. In that time and after were done here, I'm going to let the beauty technicians come and take Jordan down to one of the salon rooms, and while she sleeps the technician wants to do some more electrolysis on Jordan's face to permanently remove any hair," Dr. Green explained as he pulled down a sheet that was pulled up to Jordan's neck. Jason approached the bed and saw a woman asleep. He knew it was Jordan only because the doctor led them to Jordan's room. Had Jason passed this person in the hall, he would not have noticed that it was his friend. Jordan's long blonde hair was still tucked under the surgical bonnet and he still had the surgical gown on. His face was still made up, but after some sweating, probably during surgery and from being under the hot surgical lamp, some of his makeup had run. Even with his hair covered and makeup slightly disheveled, Jordan still had a woman's face. Around his neck were bandages. The doctor pointed at the bandages." We just have her neck wrapped up just in case there was some problems," Dr. Green said as he started to peel the surgical tape slowly from around Jordan's neck. "It won't even be noticeable. The girls downstairs can also cover the small incision with some makeup." The doctor continued finally taking the bandage covering Jordan's neck off. "You see, nice and smooth and no sign of the adam's apple." Dr. Green showed the two spectators. Jason looked closely as he saw no lump in Jordan's throat. His eyes widened. "Oh yeah, I'm a dead man," he thought. "And the voice, how did that go?" Mr. Johanson asked. "We were able to tighten her vocal cords, and didn't run into any problems. Once she's nice and healed and not using her voice for a few days, she should have a beautifully pitched female voice," the doctor explained. Jason stood arms folded rocking slowly in place taking in everything the doctor was explaining. "Well, that won't be a problem, because she has laryngitis," Mr. Johanson replied. "Well then I guess she'll have no problem during her healing process." Dr. Green laughed. "You do good work doctor," Mr. Johanson added as he leaned into Jordan's face and took a good look at his flat neck. "Now where do we go from here?" he questioned as he still examined the doctor's work. The doctor looked for a clipboard around Jordan's bed and found it near the head by a monitor. Attached to it was a file. The doctor took a minute and flipped through the file. "When Jordan and I had our discussion," the doctor began as he continued to read through Jordan's file. "Jordan said that she wanted her clothes to fit the way they were supposed to, to make her look more female without the use of the corset under her clothes," the doctor stated. Jason couldn't believe his ears as he listened to what the doctor said, but he kept his cool, "There's no way Jordan said that. Dr. Green must have the files mixed up." Jason concluded. Mr. Johanson turned to Jason as the doctor spoke and nudged him whispering, "I told you so" to Jason. The doctor continued. "So we are going to continue to give Jordan the increased hormone shots as well as pills that she will have to take daily. This will help her redistribute her body fat and also make her skin softer." The doctor explained. "I administered the first shot just after her surgery, so she is already on her way" Jason's eyes bulged at the doctor's words. "So, uhh what changes will Jordan see now that she has had her first hormone shot?" Jason asked hesitantly. "Well like I said, she will have to take the pill and comeback to see me regularly. Considering Jordan's age I believe within the first month Jordan will probably experience some soreness in the chest area. Her skin will feel more soft. She'll have fat distribution in the lower body, hips and face," the doctor explained. "There is also a downside, Jordan may experience some psychological and emotional changes, as well. I would like for Jordan to see a therapist during her process," the doctor said. "A therapist for what?" Jason asked. "Jordan may need someone to talk to about the changes and feelings that she'll be having. She will definitely need the support of all her friends, family and co workers," the doctor replied. "We will definitely be there for her. She can count on us," Mr. Johanson replied. Jason stared at Mr. Johanson as he was really enthralled with what Dr. Green was saying. "I didn't realize how obsessed Mr. Johanson is with Jordan until now. I have to stop this before Jordan gets any more shots, and he definitely can't talk with a therapist," Jason thought. "Also, we spoke of breast augmentation and Jordan had said that she and her sister, Anna were both on board with the procedure. I still would like to talk to Anna before that, I have some questions for her. That might be within the next month," Dr. Green said. Jason's eyes again widened as Dr. Green mentioned Jordan getting breast implants and about bringing Anna into the conversation. "Anna would never say that and she'll put an end to this the minute the doctor brings the subject up," Jason thought. Mr. Johanson smiled. "I'm going to let one of the beauty techs take over now and let one of my nurses wheel Jordan to the salon" The doctor said as he pressed the call button for the nurse. Immediately two nurses came into Jordan's room. "Jordan is ready to go," the doctor told the nurse. The nurses started to hook Jordan's IV up to a smaller post that was attached to his bed. Dr. Green led the other two men towards the hallway door. The nurses started to hook Jordan's IV up to a smaller post that was attached to his bed. "Ed can we talk in my office?" Dr. Green said reaching the hallway and then turned to Jason. "Jason I hope as the HR manager everything you see here will keep Jordan in good standing with company records. She is under my care as I continue with her male to female hormone replacement therapy," Dr. Green explained. "Mr. Johanson will keep you updated but if you have any questions you can call me directly at this number." Dr. Green said as he handed Jason his business card. As the 3 men stood in the hall, the nurse was pulling Jordan's bed from the room. Jason watched as she wheeled his friend away. "See Jason, she's in good hands. Don't worry," Mr. Johanson said as he put his arm on Jason's shoulder. He stared at his watch. "It's getting late. Why don't you take the rest of the day off and I'll see you tomorrow." Mr. Johanson walked away with Dr. Green as Jason just stared and watched Jordan's hospital bed disappear down the hall. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Jordan was lying down as he opened his eyes slowly. His eyesight started out blurry but cleared up as he stared above him. There was a light there. The kind you would find in a dentist office, but it wasn't turned on. He felt a blanket over his body. He used his elbows to prop himself up a little and as he did he felt a little dizzy as the room started to spin. He was also feeling sore all over his body. He saw that did have a blanket covering him. He pulled the blanket back and saw that he was wearing the white sundress that he put on that morning. He felt the tightness around his body and saw that he still had a feminine shape so he knew that the corset was on. "Wasn't I wearing surgical scrubs?" he thought as he felt for the surgical covering that he thought was over his hair. As he put his hand up he felt his long hair. Jordan tried to remember the events of the day but was coming up blank. He looked around the room and saw that it was a salon room. It had a sink and a counter and pictures on the wall. The sign on the wall said: Facial Sculpting. Jordan's mind started to wander. "How the hell did I get at the salon?" he thought. Right then, he swallowed for the first time since waking up and immediately felt the burning soreness of his throat. Jordan made a face and closed his eyes in pain again. His throat wasn't the only pain he felt, his face was also very hot, like he was burning up. He turned around to face the doorway and saw some women talking in a larger room. His head was still spinning as he tried to focus. He made eye contact with one of the women who saw that Jordan was awake. She smiled at him as she made her way into the room. She looked familiar but Jordan couldn't remember where he knew her from. "Good morning sleepyhead, do you remember me?" she said as she stood in front of him. Instead of trying to play the guessing game without a voice, Jordan just shook his head "no." "Oh you poor dear. Angela was in here and told us that you lost your voice." She said. "If you forgot, I'm from the salon on Main Street in town. I'm Reba, I did some work for you last time." She explained. Once Reba said she was from the other salon, he remembered her. "She's the one that did my...hair?" Jordan had a lot of different women doing a lot of different feminine things to him during his last salon visit he was trying to remember what Reba was working on, and then it hit him. "Oh shit, she used that laser on my face," he explained. At exactly the same time Reba picked up the laser probe which was on a smaller table next to Jordan and started to wrap up the cord. "While you were sleeping I was able to do a full session on your face," she said as she turned and put the laser in a box and then in a drawer. "I think I got most of everything," she began to explain as Jordan felt his sore but smooth face and then made a panic face. "Don't look so worried hon. The hairs I did see were very light and a lot of women have that. So I made sure those hairs won't come around anymore. I did above your lip, your cheeks and some around your chin. Oh and I also did some of the brows." Reba continued to clean up the room and explain the work she did on Jordan. Jordan took it in everything in as he thought, "I'll never have facial hair again." He panicked. "My eyebrows are going to permanently femininely arched." He thought as he swallowed again. He brought his hands to his throat and held them there. "You look like you're in a lot of pain," Reba said as she put her hands up to Jordan's face. She felt his forehead as she saw Jordan close his eyes. "Oh my dear, you're burning up," she exclaimed. Jordan heard her run out of the room and faintly heard other voices. Jordan was again out. END OF PART 11