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I'm sorry, I got lost in the summer months. I hope everyone had a wonderful summer! Thank you again for all the comments. I appreciate both positive and negative thoughts from everyone. I will try to post the next chapter sooner than I have been. Again, like before..I would never leave the story abandoned and I do have a direction that I'm going. Take care! XX Halloween For Life Chapter 13 "Ohhhh God!" Jordan moaned from inside his head after opening his eyes. Once again he was staring straight up at the ceiling. He brushed a few blonde curls from in front of his face with his long nails and squinted at the lights. He had to blink a few times to get his eyes accustomed to the brightness of the room. Finally able to get his bearings, he slowly started to shake his head in disbelief while staring up at the ceiling tile and the curtain track that surrounded his bed. He unfortunately recognized his surroundings to be that of the clinic hospital room. He chuckled to himself, firstly and then quickly changed his laughter to a slight whimper. He brought his hands from his sides up to his face and covered his eyes. He wasn't thinking straight and only for a moment thought that maybe he was still asleep and dreaming. He laughed at the notion and once again removed his hands from his eyes. He started to chuckle to himself. "I'm stuck in the fucking movie, Groundhog Day," he thought while still chuckling. After another minute, Jordan accepted defeat and began to cry. The breakdown for him was more than being a man disguised as a woman,. It was even more than waking up without a voice at the clinic. This breakdown was about missing Anna. His only reaction thus far to hearing of his wife's departure was a fit of anger which caused him to be restrained and given a sedative. With the information he now knows and thinking clearly about the distance that separated Anna from him. This feeling was more dismal than anything else he had felt and he was letting it all out. He repetitively shook his head in disbelief. "Two months," he thought. "I won't see her for two months." Emotions began running wild for him, and soon his flow of tears turned into a solid weeping session. He made no effort to move as he continued laying flat on his back, he allowed the tears to drop down past his cheeks and onto his neck and to his pillow. "I can't wait two months," he thought, and after a few minutes he finally started fighting back the tears with anger. He pounded his fists into the bed at both of his sides. In a moment of clarity, he started to think. "Laying here crying about it, isn't going to be bringing her back." His emotions began to flip flop around as his moment of anger brought him out of his sadness and he soon realized he was laying in a pool of tears. "What's going on with me?" he thought. "I've got to pull myself together and get out of this place." As he let out a deep sigh. He wiped the tears from his eyes with his arm, and again shook his head. He turned his head quickly to the side towards the window and proceeded to slightly push his body up. He felt his ponytail brush the back of his neck and with both hands he moved the hair covering his ears, behind them. He reached his hand under the ponytail and felt the dampness from the tears on his neck. He began rubbing the area on his neck to dry it up a little more. While his head was tilted to the side and facing the window, he realized that the blinds were up and now had a clear view of the night sky. "Wonder what time it is?" he thought. With no one watching him, for a moment he acted like a guy and pulled up the neck of the nightshirt to his face and used that to wipe any remaining tears from his eyes.. He also wiped his nose slightly as it had started to run. Another thought entered his head as he perked up. "I need to write the nurses a note telling them that I have to leave immediately!" He began to plan. "Then when they come in to check on me I'll be able to speed up the process and just hand the note to them," he thought. Jordan quickly turned to the other side of the bed and reached towards the side table for his note pad. As he glanced towards the table he only saw his prescription pills and a container of water with a glass next to it. The notepad and pen were gone. "Great!" he thought. "Another Jordan plan shot down before execution," he scoffed. He perked up again once he heard the sound of him laughing coming from his throat. His thoughts quickly changed when he realized how he hadn't really tested his voice yet. "I wonder if I could just tell the nurses that I have to leave," he continued to ponder. Up until now, the only opportunity Jordan had to use his voice was when he was upset with the doctor's news about Anna. Even then, he had only grunted and made straining sounds from his throat. He pulled himself all the way up until he was sitting completely upright. He swallowed and noticed that the soreness inside his throat was gone. He put his hands up to his throat and felt his neck. It felt a little sore to touch and wondered if that was from the sore throat pain he had a few days earlier. He listened as he cleared his throat and he was ready to try this. He decided that with no one around, he would try to speak in his regular male voice. Anxiously Jordan again cleared his throat and opened his mouth. "Hello," a voice coming from his mouth had said. He cringed when he didn't hear his own voice and quickly reacted with shock. With widening eyes he covered his mouth with his hands and contemplated in his head what had just happened. "What the Fuck?" he thought. Confusion swept over him. He had heard himself say 'Hello' but he didn't hear his voice saying it. He removed his hands from his mouth and paused for a moment. Slowly and more quietly he repeated questionably. "Hello?" Again his eyes widened by the sound of a voice with a slightly higher pitch came from his mouth. Jordan tried clearing his throat again. He knew he had been using a softer and more feminine pitch to his voice since he began dressing as a woman, but now, this softer voice was coming out natural instead of his male voice. A cold chill shot up his back. He was afraid. "What's going on?" he again said aloud. Again, coming out of Jordan's mouth was a natural feminine voice. "This is crazy! This is so crazy!" he repeated in more of a whisper. He didn't want a nurse running into the room thinking that he needed help. Quickly, his mind raced with crazy theories about speaking in a higher feminine voice for so long that maybe his voice had changed. He didn't know what the answer was, but he tried several more times to bring forth his male voice, unfortunately for him, the only voice he heard was female. "I have to find out what's going on, but I can't let anyone hear this voice. Even though they may think it's a normal sounding voice to be coming out of this body, until I can figure things out, I'm going to remain mute." he thought as he tried to relax himself but all he kept thinking about was the soft female voice that he had been left with. He brought his smooth legs up from under the covers and bent his knees hugging them with his arms. He needed a few minutes to think about things. Jordan took those few minutes and then some. He couldn't wrap his finger around the reason for his vocal change. He soon found himself lost in his stare of the room. Unfortunately the answers that Jordan was looking for would never come to him from the solitary confines of his clinic room. Finally, as he couldn't come up with any reasoning that would satisfy this mystery, he broke his trance. "I need to get in front of a computer so I can research this," he concluded. "But how am I going to get out of here without being seen?" He again began to ponder on a new topic. His attention drew to the curtain that surrounded the bed. Slowly he followed the curtain up and for the first time noticed that it was only partially surrounded his bed. The open area was the side facing the window while the rest of the room's view was blocked. Just as he had made that discovery, a booming male's voice began to speak over a loud speaker. "Attention guests and visitors to the clinic. It is Friday night 30 minutes until 10pm. Visiting hours will be over at 10. Please start to gather all your belongings and make your way to the exit doors. We will open again at 9 am. Thank you for visiting." The voice disappeared. "Holy shit! It's still Friday night, and only 9:30!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I thought it was later than that." "Hmm, visitors," he said inside his head. Immediately, he leaned over the side of the bed until he could see the view underneath. He quickly spotted what he was hoping for. Jordan was all smiles once he saw the flowery overnight bag was once again set back underneath the bed. Suddenly Jordan got excited as a plan began to circulate in his head. "This is perfect!," Jordan thought. He was thankful there was no IV piercing his wrist anymore and there was no pain in his stomach. He did still feel slightly dizzy from the rush of excitement he just experienced in the last 10 minutes and also from leaning over the side of the bed. He shook his head to clear his fatigue. He felt his long hair swing behind his head few times. "Whatever was in that sedative they gave me really hit me hard," he thought. "But this is my only shot, and I've got to take it." Although the numbness in his legs was gone, he still slowly draped them over the side of the bed dangling just above the floor. Slowly he began sliding his body off the side of the bed. He held on to the head of the bed as his feet touched the floor. Two days of bed rest came into thought, as Jordan nervously stood on the floor. He didn't want his legs to give out from lack of use. His determination to leave was strong and that pushed him along as he made sure his legs were sturdy. The cold floor sent chills up his back as he let out a deep sigh and let go of the bed and saw that his legs stood firmly on the floor. He was positive that he could get around without any hesitation. "If I want to pull this off, then I have to move now." Quickly, he bent over and grabbed the handle of the overnight bag and brought it up to the top of his bed. He hurried the zipper along the track but realized that the unzipping was loud. He stopped for a moment and listened to see if anyone had heard the sound. Jordan only heard people in the distance but no one was coming for him. When he felt it was safe, he again began to unzip the bag slower. He flipped the top of the bag open and saw that it was packed with female items. He remembered Anna explaining in the bedroom on Wednesday morning what she was placing inside for him for his overnight stay at Angela's. Jordan was happy to remember Wednesday morning. A few hours ago he couldn't remember anything. "I must have been sedated for the past two days," he concluded. "Those pills that Angela gave me couldn't make me that groggy for so many days." He was about to inspect the contents of the bag and finally get some clothes on when he realized that the pressure on his bladder from finally standing and moving around started to become overwhelming for him. Jordan had to pee immediately, and as much as he was in a hurry to get moving, the plan was going to have to wait. Slowly Jordan peeked out from behind the curtain. As the room came into view he saw that his room was empty and clean. He remembered the mess he had made by throwing everything to the floor but looking around the room, Jordan saw no remains from his outburst. "I hope they got up all the glass," Jordan thought as the cold of the floor reminded him that he had nothing on his feet. Slowly he leaned out a little further from the curtain until he saw a view of the doorway of his room. Again, no one was there and no one was in the hallway outside his room. Finally building up enough confidence, Jordan started taking small steps from behind the curtain and across the room until he reached the bathroom. He immediately rushed towards the toilet and lifted the lid in a flash. He hiked up the purple nightshirt and pulled down the panties that were underneath. His penis stood erect as he directed it towards the bowl. He stood for a few seconds waiting for his pee to flow, and then stopped and quickly put the seat down. "Someone is bound to hear me if I pee standing up, then they'll come in and see me awake," he thought. With his nightshirt still pulled up, he sat onto the toilet and immediately began relieving his bladder. He smiled as he thought ahead this time instead of jumping right in. The flow of urine was more quiet sitting rather than it would have been had he been standing. As he sat, he was thankful that his penis wasn't taped back. He wasn't sure he would have made it if he had to go through that thick tape in order to pee. He wondered if Anna had packed the tape in the overnight bag. He knew he would definitely need it if he was going to be able to execute his plan. After about a minute, Jordan started to get a feeling of relief as he was finishing up on the toilet. Jordan pulled at some toilet paper from the roll and folded it over once. He lifted up slightly from the toilet and dabbed at the tip of his penis, wiping any urine that remained. He threw the paper into the toilet and stood up. Without thinking, he reached for the handle as a force of habit. He jumped back and again stopped himself from doing something stupid. He made a frustrated face as he once again almost brought attention to his room by flushing the toilet. "I just got done giving myself props for not peeing while standing," he thought. "Stupid mistakes are going to get me caught," he whispered. He winced at the sound of a female voice coming from his mouth. Jordan stepped out of the panties he had on and left them on the bathroom floor. He let his nightshirt fall back down to his knees as he peeked back out into his room. He watched and waited for a few seconds. He witnessed activity passing his doorway, but no one was paying his room any attention. Jordan still felt like he had to move fast if he wanted to ever leave the clinic. He darted out from the bathroom and back to the curtain. Once behind the curtain he leaned against the bed and grabbed his chest letting out a large sigh. The run was a short one but the feeling of getting caught and anticipation of getting out of there kept Jordan on the edge and out of breath. After calming down and catching his breath, he turned his attention once again, to the overnight bag. Upon immediate inspection, he saw the white sundress, the one he wore on Wednesday was a wrinkled mess at the top of the bag. Jordan thought about his plan as he stared into the bag at the contents of which he had to work with. He began to smile the more that he thought about it. "It's going to feel good to finally lose this Victoria's Secret night shirt," he thought as he continued to inspect the contents of the bag. "The hospital probably thinks I'll be asleep for the rest of the night with that sedative they shot into me," he concluded. "That's why I can't bring any attention to my room," he continued to think about his plan. "Once I get dressed and makeup on, I'll just walk out with the rest of the visitors just in time for closing time," he thought. "In order to make this believable I have to let my hair down and go into full female mode," he thought as he started to put his plan into motion. He lifted the wrinkled, white sundress out of the bag and put it on the bed next to the bag. Underneath the dress was the purse he carried on Wednesday. His eyes lit up and he quickly grabbed it and opened it. He immediately saw his pack of cigarettes. He pulled them out and quickly flipped the hard top of the box open and smelled inside. "I could really use a cigarette right now," he thought. He closed the pack and placed them back inside the purse and placed the purse next to the overnight bag. Next he removed a pink colored bag which he remembered Anna had said was his makeup bag. It was bulging out and it seemed like it was packed to it's capacity. The bag was closed and for now he kept it that way. He wanted to focus on getting dressed first and then he would do his makeup. Moving on to the next item Jordan took out a set of white Victoria's Secret bra and panties that sat on top of a light blue garment. He remembered when he was looking at his reflection that the scrunchie in his blonde hair was the same shade of blue. "I guess Anna was trying to color coordinate my look," he thought. He placed all these items on the bed and then held the blue item in front of him. As it unfolded and fell in front of his body he revealed it to be another sundress. Except for the color, the sundress looked exactly like the one he had worn to the clinic on Wednesday. Jordan also saw the remaining items underneath which were, the corset, some tape and gauze to cover his penis and a pair of matching shoes with a slight heel. There was a see through bag which contained some miscellaneous items. He saw a perfume bottle, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and Anna's small hoop gold earrings with 3 diamonds. Jordan remembered giving them to her on their Anniversary. Jordan briefly smiled at the thought of their Anniversary, but then changed the subject. "Great! I guess my choices are the sundress or the sundress," he thought sarcastically. He had wished for a pair of jeans or even dress slacks but once again thoughts returned to Anna. He remembered her explanation that she was washing all of his female attire so that he would have a full clean wardrobe before she left on her business trip. Jordan was reminded again about the doctor telling him that Anna had already left on her business trip. Quickly, he shook that thought from his mind. He didn't want to get upset again and he knew he had to stay focused if he wanted to get out of the clinic tonight. Once he was home, he would try to get in touch with Anna. He began running his situation in his head. "Doesn't matter if my female clothes are all washed or not because starting tomorrow, I'm finished dressing as a woman, and with all this," he immediately thought. "I'm throwing on my male clothes, getting a haircut and I'm buying a plane ticket to Utah to find my wife," he continued to plan. "No more changes to my face, no more dresses, and no more clinic visits," he thought firmly. "Hell, I might be done with Arizona all together." He started to get more angry. Jordan pulled himself together and quickly as he realized that he continued to get sidetracked. He grabbed the wide tape and tore off a few pieces. He kept them attached to a few different fingers and then hiked up the purple nightshirt. He took his limp penis in hand and pulled it back between his legs like Anna had done so many times for him. He placed the white gauze over his tucked away penis and with a piece of tape in hand, he draped the first piece vertically across the gauze to hold it back. He added the other strips of tape over this one to hold it in place. With his penis tucked back, Jordan grabbed the white panties. He picked up one leg and stepped in and did the same with his other leg and soon guided a fresh pair of panties up his smooth hairless legs until they reached their destination. He reached again at the bottom of the purple night shirt and began to lift it off of his body. When he reached his head he ran into a little trouble squeezing his ponytail through the neck of the shirt. Jordan guided it through slowly and was finally able to remove it from his body. Jordan stood in only the panties behind the curtain shivering from the cool of the air conditioning on his naked body. So he wouldn't continue to catch a chill, he tried to get dressed quickly. He picked up the bra and slipped his arms through and set it in place on his chest. He stretched his arms behind his back and closed the clasps on the first try. He adjusted it again so it sat straight on his chest. Jordan looked into the nightbag for his socks that would complete his fake breasts. He hadn't remembered seeing them but did notice a bulge coming from the zippered top section of the overnight bag. He unzipped the small compartment and removed two rolled up pairs of white socks. Jordan took one pair and placed it into one cup of the bra and then repeated the process with the other pair. After some adjusting, Jordan was happy with the placement of the socks. Quickly, Jordan worked the blue scrunchie out from his hair. He used both hands and held the ponytail to the side while guiding the scrunchie down to the end of the 'tail.' Once it was free from his hair, Jordan bent over so his hair fell down in front of him. He jerked his body straight up as his hair also whipped up. He ran his long nails through it to try and fluff it up a little. "I'm going to have to fix my hair a little," Jordan thought as he continued to run his fingers through his hair. Jordan went back to the zippered section and felt inside. His hand grabbed something and soon Jordan had produced a roll on woman's deodorant. He uncapped the women's dove deodorant and slowly rolled it into his armpits. Jordan sighed as he looked at the hairless pits under his arms. He still couldn't get used to looking at himself and seeing a completely hairless body. The flowery smell wasn't too strong but the scent still took some getting used to. He pulled the waist of his panties and rolled a little near his crotch. Next, Jordan picked up the corset from the overnight and stared at it. "How am I going to get this tightened?" Jordan thought while staring at it at arms length. "Well, I have to try," he thought. Jordan quickly wrapped the corset around his body and fastened it in the front across his stomach. He adjusted it to make sure that both sides were even and that it was right at his hips. Quickly Jordan reached his hands behind the corset to the laces. Starting at the bottom, he pulled the strings tightly, then he repeated the process with the top of the laces. He continued on as he remembered Anna explaining it to him as she tightened it early Wednesday morning for him. Jordan hurriedly continued to pull the laces evenly. Soon enough he did feel it getting tighter around his waist. He knew he wouldn't achieve the tightness that Anna had gotten but at least his body would have some kind of womanly shape to it. Jordan wasn't used to doing this alone and had to take short breaks from the pulling. He knew that the corset was pulling in his sides and could see the results as he looked down at his hips. He continued to pull the corset in a few more times until he just couldn't do it anymore. He admired his figure, turning from side to side as he looked down at his waist. "Hope this doesn't cause permanent damage," Jordan thought Jordan lay the sundress facing the back on the bed. He pulled the zipper down the back and lifted it up. Jordan set the dress close to the floor so that it would be easy to get into. He stepped one foot in while holding on to the bed and then stepped his other foot into the dress. He reached down and began pulling up the cool fabric as it passed up his legs, over his stomach until the garment was up and over his shoulders. Once in place, Jordan again reached behind him and grabbed for the zipper on the back and pulled it up slowly. He could feel it getting tighter as the zipper went to the top of the dress. Jordan brushed the front and sides of the dress and removed any fuzz that caught on it from sitting on the bed. He then began to straighten the socks in his bra so that they sat nicely and looked shapely. Jordan noticed how the sundress hugged over the corset and the combination of the two gave Jordan a nice feminine figure. He also realized how chili the sundress made his legs. "The minute I get home, I'm putting on pants," he thought. Jordan removed the shoes from the bag and put them onto the floor. He slid his feet inside each shoe and stood up straight gaining a little bit of height. "...Then I'm grabbing my sneakers." He continued his thought about being home as he stared at the pair of heels on his feet. Jordan walked to the side table and grabbed his two prescription bottles that Dr. Green must have left for him. He poured himself a glass of water from the container. He wasn't feeling any pain at the moment but thought he should take another dosage of both for his first day on the prescription. He opened both bottles and removed a pill from each. He first put the round one in his mouth and chased it down with some water. The second pink one, like the first time, he slipped it under his tongue. He removed the clear bag containing the perfume and oral hygiene items and put them into his purse. "I can't wait to brush my teeth," he thought as he figured it had been awhile. All he could taste at the moment was the pill under his tongue that was dissolving. Then Jordan threw the prescription bottles into the overnight bag followed by all the items that were left on the bed and slowly he zippered the bag back up. He kept out only the purse and makeup bag. He opened the purse and placed the makeup bag inside of it and grasped the handle of the overnight bag. Like before, he peeked out slowly from behind the curtain, staring again into his room. Jordan once again was thankful to see no one. Without hesitation this time, Jordan began to dash for the bathroom door. This time Jordan stopped in the middle of the room as his heels loudly clicked on the hospital room floor. "Dammit!" he thought. "It's always something." Jordan turned his run into a tiptoe to try to refrain from making any loud noises. He soon reached the bathroom once again. He set the overnight bag carefully draping it over the toilet. He unzipped just the side of the bag. Jordan spotted the panties that he had removed during his first bathroom trip and picked them up. He stuffed them into the unzipped side of the bag. Jordan made his way over to the sink which had a mirror over it. He set the purse in the sink and looked up into the mirror. He again stared in awe at the reflection that looked back at him. He still couldn't get over his feminine look. He only stared for seconds this time, as he didn't want to waste time getting drawn into another trance with how much his face had changed. He did make sure to try and fluff up his long blonde hair a little more than he did by the bed. Jordan looked down to see the purse and opened it. He removed the makeup bag and then unzipped it. He reached for the clear bag and removed his toothbrush and toothpaste. He quickly loaded up the toothbrush and brushed his teeth. He felt good to get a minty taste into his mouth after it being so dry for so long. He rinsed and then dabbed his face with a small towel that was next to the sink to get rid of any toothpaste that was around his mouth. He focused next on the makeup bag and looking inside, he saw the first thing that he needed. He removed a fat makeup applying brush that was sitting in a small plastic tray. He set the tray at the top of the sink and quickly sent his fingers back into the bag to move items around so that he could see. He spotted what he was looking for and pulled out the foundation. He vigorously shook the bottle as Anna had taught him and opened it. He poured a little bit onto the plastic tray and then dabbed the applying brush into the foundation and then began to dab the brush onto his face. He worked the brush at a steady pace so that he could cover his face fast. "I have to look convincing enough as a woman and not look like me," he thought to himself as his fingers worked the brush from his forehead to his neck. After minutes of blending in the foundation, he put the brush down and went back into the bag. Once again after a little bit of digging, he spotted the eyeliner pencil. He took the plastic cap off the end of the eyeliner and brought it up to his eye. He held his fingers at the base of the eye and with the eyeliner in his other hand, he began to trace around his eye. When he was satisfied, he quickly moved to the other eye. Anna made sure that Jordan was knowledgeable with applying makeup before she had left and Jordan smiled when he saw the finished outcome. Once again he looked closely as he inspected the outline job around his eyes. He put the eyeliner down next to the foundation and fished back into the bag. He didn't have to look long because on top he saw the eye shadow. He removed it and opened the color tray. He saw that the color Anna used for him. It was a light tan. She said it looked good with his blonde hair so that's what he used. He coated the brush and brushed it lightly over his eyelids. He made sure not to overdo it, so he played it safe and just added a little above both eyes. Quickly leaning in close to the mirror and inspecting both eyelid, he once again felt satisfied and looked into the bag and saw the mascara. He grabbed it and twisted off the top. With the wand in his hand, Jordan moved in close to the mirror and ran the coated brush over his lashes. He watched as the lashes curled upward as he stroked the wand through one side and then moving to the other side. He was sure something was done to them that the spa technician hadn't explained to him as he stared closely at them. The lashes seemed longer and thicker than he remembered them being. "That's just something else I'm going to have to investigate once I get out of here." Jordan stepped back and blinked his eyes a few times to make sure his eyes looked good, just how Anna had shown him. He moved in closely again to make sure there was no smudging or any glops of mascara. Again, he was pleased with the outcome. Jordan put the mascara back and reached back into the makeup bag once again moving things around with his fingers. He stood motionless for a moment as he thought he heard someone inside his room. Jordan set the bag down in the sink as paranoia came over him. He slowly crept to the bathroom doorway and leaned his head out and glanced towards the hallway. He watched as activity still filled the hallway and still, no one was paying any attention to his room. Jordan sighed with relief that no one was bothering him and quietly crept back to the mirror to finish applying his makeup. He picked up the makeup bag and brought it closer to his face so that he could see inside better. He saw many different tubes of lipstick. He began to remove them from the bag and line them up by the 'Hot' and 'Cold' knobs on the sink. When he had finally finished grabbed all the tubes, he counted a total of 6 different shades. Since Jordan began dressing as a woman, he always wore a light shade of lipstick on his lips. This time Jordan grabbed for a bold red color. He had never gone this shade of dark red before. He grabbed the tube and uncapped it, and then paused and thought. "If I want to look different and get out of here I'm going to have to change up my look." "Here goes nothing," he said softly in a slightly whispery voice. He leaned in close to the mirror and coated his top lip with the red lipstick. Jordan leaned back and took a good look. He couldn't believe how red the color looked and was not used to it. He leaned in close again and expertly coated the bottom lip. He pressed both lips together and looked in close again to make sure he didn't smear anything on his face. He turned his head from side to side and inspected his whole face. He was once again blown away at how different he looked. "Hopefully, they won't expect me to be awake, but if they are looking for me, I doubt they would think that I would get all made up." He smiled and hoped that his plan would work and he could make it out of the clinic. Still staring at his feminine persona smiling, he thought. He reached into the clear bag and took out the earrings. He lifted one side of his hair and leaned in with the earring and slid it into the hole in his ear. He repeated the process with the other earring. Quickly he worked on his hair once again. He ran his fingers through a few times. His hair still had some body. He reached for a few of the curls on the top of his head and brought them down over his face. After awhile he thought that he was presentable enough to slip out., "Anna would be proud," he thought. He reached lastly into the clear bag for the pink perfume bottle. He held it up and read the side. "Angels Only," he whispered in his new voice. He uncapped the bottle and sprayed his neck once and once again down at the back of the sundress. The scent was soft but very flowery and feminine. Jordan looked into the mirror and smiled. "My last day as a female, let's make this one count," he thought. The male voice once again came over the loud speaker. "Attention guests and visitors to the clinic. It is now Friday night 5 minutes until 10pm and visiting hours will be over at 10. Please start to gather all your belongings and make your way to the exit doors. We will open again at 9 am. Thank you for visiting," The voice once again disappeared. Jordan packed up all the scattered makeup and everything that was left on the sink into the makeup bag and zippered the top. He slipped it back into the white purse and held it close to his dress. He reached for the overnight bag and grabbed the handle pulling it from the toilet seat. He tiptoed his way to the bathroom door entrance and stopped. He breathed in heavily and sighed very deeply. Without looking out this time he slowly glided his heels onto the floor out of the bathroom and made it to the entrance of his hospital room. "I can't look suspicious or like an escapee. I have to walk confidently out of the room and towards the exit." He paused. "I have to be a woman," he said again softly trying to build up his confidence. "You look like a woman, you sound like a woman, now act like a woman," he continued to say. He only paused for a second at the doorway and then confidently walked out of his hospital room. A feeling of relief came over him as he exited the room that had been his prison for the past few days. That feeling quickly vanished as his mind went blank as to which direction to walk. He suddenly got caught up in all the activity of the hallway as he saw people were everywhere. Nervousness set in again as he saw nurses scrambling with patient charts and other ones were cleaning their areas. He also saw some visitors that were saying goodbye to other patients. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. Finally, he saw a man waving goodbye to a bandaged faced woman. The man started to walk away and Jordan thought he would follow him to the exit. He was a few steps behind the man when suddenly the man abruptly turned back around again to say goodbye one last time again to the bandaged woman, leaving him to fend for himself again. He continued walking on down the hall without missing a beat. He listened to the clicking of his heels as he focused on each step making sure he walked as a woman would, the way he was trained. "Exit signs, I need an exit sign," he frantically thought. His eyes scrambled reading the signs that hung from the ceiling. Jordan saw different signs with arrows pointing towards different wards of the the clinic. Finally in the mix Jordan saw an exit arrow pointing to the right. Jordan sighed upon seeing this and immediately made his way towards the corridor in which the sign directed. His confidence slowly came back, the further he got from his hospital room. No one was looking at him any differently than they were any other 'visitor' that was in the hall. Fear immediately sent a cold chill up Jordan's back as he felt the uneasy feeling again. Making the right turn led him directly to one of the main nurses stations with 5 nurses working behind a desk. His knees nervously shook but didn't slow his step or look up as he approached the desk. As he had briefly noted, he saw that there were two women on the phone and two more were busy looking at a chart. One of the nurses, he recognized as Mae. It was the nurse who had given him the sedative shot earlier. "Oh God, please don't look up," he nervously thought. Another of the younger nurses stepped out from behind the desk and stood in the middle of the hall where Jordan heading. Jordan held his breath as he realized that he was going to be stopped. Immediately a young boy raced past him and continued towards the nurse. "Steven!" A man yelled from behind Jordan making him slightly jump at the sound of the man's voice. The man apologized as he passed by as he saw Jordan flinch at his yelling the boy's name. The boy came face to face with the nurse who smiled at him and said, "No running honey, you don't want to fall." By this time, Jordan was walking past the nurse and the boy. His father stopped and Jordan heard them all talking but he continued on. Once Jordan walked past that scene, he let out another huge sigh of relief finally coming to a set of two elevators. "Oh thank God!" Jordan thought. There were three other people standing in front of the elevators when Jordan joined the group. When he stood behind them he noticed that the button for the 'lobby' was lit, so the elevator car was already on it's way to this level. All he could do now was wait, just like any other 'visitor' would do. A few Seconds later the man from the hallway along with his son Steven also made their way to the elevators and stood behind Jordan. Jordan continued to stare straight ahead, not making eye contact with anyone in the group. "Hurry, please hurry. I've got to get out of here," Jordan excitedly thought. Jordan heard the first couple talking lowly to each other but overpowering their voices was little Steven's from behind the group. Steven's voice was the only voice that really stood out as little kids never modulate their voices in a crowd like adults do when speaking out in public. "Daddy, can I get chicken nuggets?" Steven asked his father loudly. Steven's father was a little more reserved and replied in a lower tone, "Yes you can. We're going to get them because you were a very good boy here today." Steven repeated the compliment right back to his father. "I was a very good boy today, right daddy?" The people in front of Jordan turned around and smiled at the young boy's sentence. Jordan only thought of escape so he didn't share in the groups humor in little Steven's comment. He soon blushed after he realized that the people were waiting for a smile or reaction from him, but when he continued staring up at the elevator level indicator the threesome frowned and turned back around. *DING* That was the sound Jordan was waiting for and again confidence and excitement came over him as he watched the elevator doors open. Everyone stepped inside the elevator as little Steven raced past Jordan and blocked the elevator level buttons inside, announcing that he wanted to press the button. Again, everyone except Jordan smiled at the comment. "I just hope you know your alphabet kid," he thought in his head. "Press the button with the "L" on it," Steven's father commanded. Everyone in the elevator watched as Steven stared at all the buttons on the wall in front of him. Jordan wanted to lean in and push the Lobby button for the little boy but he knew that wouldn't be the 'womanly' thing to do. Steven continued to look over all the buttons until he spotted the 'L' button and pressed it right away. Jordan finally smiled with the group as the boy looked up at the crowd with an embarrassed face. Quickly, he reached over to his dad's legs and hugged them. Jordan took his mind off the boy and watched the elevator doors close and the elevator car drop down. He again focused his attention up at the digital level indicator above the doors and watched the numbers go down. He knew he had been in the clinic elevators a few times already, and although he hadn't remembered clearly, he did remember the elevator moving fast. he thought correctly as the display showed that they had reached the Lobby. "DING," went the doors as they opened up into the familiar lobby. Jordan excitedly followed the group of people out of the elevator and into the large clinic lobby. The lobby had a much different look from the last time Jordan had been here. The only sound heard was of the crowd's footsteps including his own heels making their way towards the exit. It was a big difference from his first experience upon seeing the room as silence engulfed it. Gone was the booming flow of water from the large fountain in the center. Jordan glanced towards it and saw the water laying calm in the base of the fountain. The echoes of small conversations the other visitors were having was also a noticeable difference compared to the many voices trying to talk over the fountain's blast. The room which Jordan had last seen filled with sunlight from all the skylights and windows on the walls in the room were now dark. He also noticed the missing sound of the muzak that was played over the loud speakers. These were all good signs to Jordan that the clinic was closing and he was very close to exiting the building and leaving this life behind him. Relief finally started to set in as he continued to contemplate his return to being male. "I'll call Jason once I get to Utah and explain everything. He's got to understand that I just can't live like this anymore.", Jordan kept trying to convince himself in his head. In reality he knew Jason had pulled a lot of strings to get him the job at Johanson & Johanson and he was going to be pissed. "It's my life, and I have to do what's right for me," Jordan proudly said. "Miss Ross!", a woman's voice suddenly called out. It echoed above the other conversations. A chill came over Jordan as he had heard his name being called. "Oh No!" he thought but continued to walk and stare straight ahead. "I'm too close to stop now." His eyes focused on the exit door as it got closer and didn't see that he bumped his overnight bag right into a woman's side that he was trying to walk past her. Jordan smiled and turned then mouthed 'sorry' from his red lips. The startled woman smiled back and continued to walk. "Don't turn around, don't turn around," Jordan thought in his head. "You're almost free." "JORDAN!" another, louder woman's voice had called. The second voice sounded familiar. Although he was determined on leaving, Jordan knew that he had been seen. He stopped, stepped out of the line of people that was heading towards the exit and turned around and headed back towards the familiar voice. It was Angela. She was in front of a hallway that had the words 'SALON' over it. She was waving Jordan over. Jordan continued his approach towards her with confusion. "Why was Angela here?" he thought and as he continued towards her, he noticed that she wasn't standing alone. Right next to her stood an African American woman with short hair. She was tall and thin and was dressed very professional. She held a manila folder on top of a binder and held it close to her chest with one hand. She was smiling as Jordan made his way towards the pair. When Jordan was close enough, the woman approached Jordan with her free hand extended towards him. "I came to see you earlier but you were asleep, hi Jordan, I'm Vanessa Crosby," She explained as Jordan shook her hand. As he stood next to her Jordan noticed how Vanessa was a few inches taller than he was and this was with him in heels. Angela spoke up as she walked forward and joined the conversation. "I came in for a facial peel, then I was going to come see you," She explained. "Before I could get up to your floor, I ran into my mom's colleague, Vanessa, we just started talking about you and you walked by," She continued. "Which, by the way, it's great to see you up and about, and you look so pretty," Angela continued to ramble on. Jordan could feel himself blushing as Angela spoke. Inside he was panicking. "Oh God!" Jordan started to sweat. "Angela knows the therapist that Dr. Green wants me to talk to." He smiled and mouthed silently, "Thank You," to Angela Angela's eyes widened in shock. "Oh no! You still don't have your voice?" Angela again announced. Jordan only nodded at Angela's voice comment. As he did, he saw Vanessa make a suspicious face towards him. Almost as if she didn't believe him. "Aww," she started. "I'm starting to forget what you even sound like," Angela concluded. Jordan dismissed it as he still anxiously tried to inch his steps closer to the exit. Again, It seemed to Jordan that Vanessa was catching on as she grasped his hand and held it. "I was hoping to speak to you for a little bit before you left," she said. Jordan nervously shook his head as he continued to sweat a little more. "Please, it won't take long and maybe we can figure out your lost voice," Vanessa pleaded. Jordan made a surprised look towards her. She smiled. "Please, I promised Dr Green I would speak to you about what you two had spoken about." Angela entered the conversation. "Ooh, Dr. Green. The girls in the salon told me he's a fabulous breast surgeon." Her eyes widened as she focused on Jordan. "Oh my God! Are you getting a consultation for breasts implants?" she asked. Jordan immediately turned red and got more flustered by everything that was happening. He looked around to see if anyone was listening to Angela. The situation reminded him of little Steven from the elevators and was convinced that Angela was speaking louder the boy did. He was just happy that most of the crowd had made their way to the exit. He knew he was close to being out of the clinic and out of the women's clothes for good, but he knew if he was ever going to get out of here, he would have to hear what Vanessa had to say and had to get away from Angela. He ignored Angela's question and focused on Vanessa. He shook his head towards her finally agreeing to speak with her. She smiled at Jordan. "Great! Angela will you wait for us and then see Jordan home after?" she asked. "Sure! The bus will be awhile anyway," Angela replied. "Perfect, we won't be long," Vanessa said. Vanessa then motioned above the thinning crowd for one of the clinic security guards to come over. When he did, Vanessa immediately directed him. "I'm going to be here a little longer than planned, could you take Miss Ross' bag and purse along with Miss Coleman, to my lounge. Set her up with a drink while I speak with my client for a little while?" The security guard leaned down and picked up the handle of Jordan's overnight bag. He then reached for Jordan's purse. Jordan hesitated but ended up handing it over to the guard. "Follow me miss," he said to Angela. Angela followed the guard and then turned around and faced back towards Jordan. "Make sure you go at least a few cups larger. I'll see you in a bit," Angela yelled, still referring to breast implants. Jordan blushed. "There's a little private room just across from here, it's a short walk," Vanessa said as she started to walk and point to just past the silent fountain. Jordan felt so much smaller walking next to Vanessa. He looked down at her long legs pretending to stare at the floor. Their heels on the hard floor was the only sound in this direction. "I love your perfume," Vanessa said as the passed the fountain and walked up to a door. Jordan smiled at her comment. True to her word, the walk was a very brief one, as they stood in front of a door with a nameplate on it that read. 'Private Counselling Room A' Vanessa pushed open the door to a dark room. She turned on a set of light switches by the door as the room lit up. Jordan immediately followed her into the room as he saw her put down her binder and folders on a small desk. His eyes widened when he saw a classic tan psychiatrist couch and a large chair on opposite sides of the desk Jordan backed up towards the door. Vanessa turned around and saw Jordan's hesitation. He nervously shook his head and mouthed "No" over and over again. Vanessa walked towards him and reached for both of his hands. She squeezed them in a pleading comforting way and began to pull him slowly towards the couch. "Please don't be nervous and don't look at this like a patient/psychiatrist talk," Vanessa said, trying to coax him onto the couch. "I only want to talk to you about what you've been going through, and try and set your mind at ease about things in hopes that you feel more comfortable with yourself," she continued. "Please Jordan, I promise it won't take long." She smiled at him sincerely. "I'll be more comfortable after today when I'm done with all this feminine stuff." As he thought that, he had stopped struggling and looked into Vanessa eyes. She did seem like she was being sincere. Jordan stared down at the floor and thought. "I guess the sooner I listen to what she has to say, the sooner I can get out of here to get a haircut." Vanessa smiled as she watched Jordan put his hands at his sides and walk over to the psychiatrists couch. He smoothed out his sundress from behind and slowly lowered his body on the cushion. She followed behind him and she noticed that he was sitting straight up on one side and he stiffly kept his knees close together. "Jordan, put your feet up, stretch out and relax," Vanessa explained as she rubbed his shoulder. Jordan looked back at her nervously. He noticed that she had not yet sat down and stood with a folder flipping through some papers that were inside. Finally he turned back around and lifted his legs up. He pulled the hem of his sundress down so that it wouldn't ride up as he stretched his legs out to the end of the couch. He was facing the blank wall away from Vanessa's chair and then finally sat back and rested his head on a pillow that was already sitting at the head of the couch. As Jordan continued to adjust his body on the couch Vanessa spoke up. "I just want you to know, that I said nothing to Angela about your visit to the clinic or about this little conversation," Vanessa said from behind him. Jordan looked at Vanessa with fear. "I know she is your co-worker and knows nothing about your gender, and we intend to keep it that way for you," She continued. Jordan slightly turned and mouthed, "Thank You," towards Vanessa. Vanessa watched as Jordan turned back around. She saw that he still had a smile on his face and was sure that he was beginning to trust her. The thought did cross Jordan's mind briefly, but then thought about doctor/patient confidentiality. He knew he could get the clinic into trouble if they were to say anything about his private life. Vanessa's hands suddenly reached down from over his head and again touched Jordan's hands which he sat on his lap. "Relax honey. Everything is ok," Vanessa said comforting. "I just want to talk," she said and then once again disappeared from his view. He could hear her finally sitting down in the chair that was behind him. Then he heard silence. He didn't know what to do as he waited for Vanessa to start to speak. He could still hear her going through some papers and then sometimes she heavily sighed, but she didn't speak for a few minutes. Suddenly, Vanessa spoke out loud in a calm monotone voice. "Ok, lets begin," She stated. "I need you to get comfortable and sit here and listen to me. I need you to relax and have an open mind. Most of all I just want you to focus on my voice. It is the only sound you will need to hear," Vanessa began. "Now I ask, if you could please close your eyes for me," Vanessa asked. Jordan sighed. He knew the only way to get out of here was to comply and so, he closed his eyes. "Are your eyes closed now and is my voice the only sound that you hear?" she asked. Jordan replied with no answer, only shaking his head slowly up and down. Quietly, Vanessa got comfortable with her binder open on her lap. She had a group of papers set aside that she quietly flipped through. The papers were the Sex Reassignment forms that Dr. Green had Jordan unknowingly sign while under the influence of Angela's pills.. Having Jordan's signature signed on the line basically gave the clinic the ok to move forward in helping Jordan with his transition from male to female and that included therapy. As far as Vanessa understood, Jordan was transgendered and wanted to live as a woman. Her, and the rest of the doctors were going to help Jordan achieve that goal. Vanessa also had copies of Dr. Green's notes that he had taken from his interview with Jordan.. Vanessa knew everything about Jordan's transition including which pills he was on, which shot's were administered and what his next move was. In his notes, Dr. Green had stated that Jordan had some hesitance and went on to say that Jordan seemed shy and embarrassed about Dr. Green's admission that he knew Jordan was male. He wrote of his recommendation that psychiatrist Vanessa Crosby speak with Jordan. He continued to say that he would like a weekly session set up for Vanessa to use hypnotism to get to the root of Jordan's insecurities. He finished by writing that he wanted Jordan to feel more comfortable and confident with his femininity, so that he could enjoy his life as a woman. That was Vanessa's plan starting with this first session. On the other side of the binder Vanessa had a blank piece of paper for her own notes. She had a pen ready. She briefly looked up at Jordan who faced away from her motionless and then looked back down at her paper. She dated the top of the paper and then wrote 'Miss Jordan Ross Session 1' She wrote comments about how Jordan was dressed femininely, with the addition of makeup and perfume. Secondly she wrote that Jordan had come to the first session fully dressed as, and presenting himself as a convincing woman. Jordan could hear the sound of Vanessa writing things down and then she continued shuffling through her papers. Once again, there was silence. Minutes later, a slight ticking noise began. Jordan thought the sound originated with Vanessa because it had started just as she settled in. She still said nothing as she let the ticking continue for a couple of minutes. Jordan suddenly heard Vanessa lightly clear her throat and began speaking in a monotone voice over the ticking. "Now Jordan, I'm going to ask you to listen to my words. We're going to get relaxed so that I can talk to you. Before we do, we're going to do a breathing exercise. It helps our minds relax and clear out any negativity. We'll be breathing in deeply from the nose and then exhaling through the mouth. I will talk you through it and also do the breathing exercise with you to guide you. We are going to begin our session now, nod your head if you understand my words and you know exactly what is going on," Vanessa explained. "Oh God, I should have run when I had the chance," he thought as he nodded at Vanessa's question. Jordan was listening to what Vanessa was explaining to him, but on the inside he questioned her technique. "This is ridiculous, I just need to go home," he thought. "Hopefully this goes fast so that I can get out of here." "Good. Now just focus on my voice," Vanessa started. "Here we go," Jordan thought. That was the last thought Jordan had as he suddenly heard someone calling to him. Starting off faintly, almost far away and slowly the voice got louder. The sound of ticking was coming back as once again he heard someone calling his name. Abruptly the ticking stopped and he suddenly felt his hands being rubbed. "Jordan!" the voice said as he suddenly snapped out of his fog. He saw Vanessa sitting on the couch in front of him. He looked down and saw her slowly rubbing his hands. "Our session is over, honey," Vanessa continued rubbing his hand while smiling at his face. Jordan focused his eyes as he immediately looked around next to the couch that he sat on. "What are you looking for?" Vanessa asked. Jordan replied back to Vanessa in his feminine, now normal voice, "I thought I had my purse with me." Vanessa smiled and thought about how Jordan felt comfortable using his feminine voice and didn't revert back to his muted self. She knew that her first session with Jordan was a success and he was feeling more comfortable. "Your purse is with Angela waiting for you, remember?" she replied. Jordan thought for a second and then remembered that the security guard had taken it for him to hold. "Oh that's right.." He laughed. "I'm going to give them a call now," Vanessa said while picking up an office phone that was on a business table. She pressed two numbers and waited only seconds as someone answered. "Could you escort Angela Coleman back to the lobby with Miss Ross' things, please. Thank you." As Vanessa hung up the phone she watched as Jordan slowly lowered his legs off the couch and onto the floor and then sat up. He looked confused to her but she said nothing else and just allowed Jordan to regain his composure on his own. "What's going on with me?" Jordan questioned. He seemed tired but knew that he couldn't be. He had spent the last few days in the clinic resting and most of the time asleep. He rethought how he felt and it definitely wasn't a tired feeling that came over him. He stood up from the couch and then stretched his arms into the air. Finally Vanessa watched him moving slowly and asked, "Are you ok?" Jordan coming out of his stretch finally smiled at Vanessa. He took a moment and thought about the question and then answered. "I am. In fact, it really felt good to be completely relaxed," he replied. "That's great to hear. I'd like to continue these sessions with you if I could see you on a weekly basis, maybe?" she asked. Jordan didn't hesitate. "If all your sessions are like this one, I'll be here," he replied. "Great! Lets make it every Friday?" she questioned. Again Jordan replied quickly, "Sounds good Vanessa." Vanessa and Jordan made their way to the door and as she opened it, Jordan immediately saw out in the lobby as Angela was approaching with a security escort from the opposite side of the fountain. The lobby was darker than before as more of the lighting had been shut off. The three met towards the center of the fountain. Angela handed Jordan his purse and his overnight bag. Jordan turned around one last time and saw Vanessa still standing in the conference room doorway. She waved good bye again and then went back into the conference room. Vanessa walked back to her notes and skimmed over what she had written. She had a full page and a half of notes from this session. She reread where she coaxed Jordan to speak and not to be afraid to use his feminine voice. She also read back in her notes that Jordan's fears of wanting to leave at the beginning had all but disappeared. "Definitely a successful 40 minutes," she said aloud. She sat back down into the chair and began adding notes for her next session with Jordan. Jordan and Angela followed the security guard to the clinic entrance. Angela turned and looked at Jordan."How did everything go? she asked. "Did she talk about breast implants? Do you think you're going to do it?" Angela again talked very quickly The walk to the door was a short one and when they got there, the security guard turned the lock and then held the door for Angela and Jordan to exit the clinic. Angela realized she was asking Jordan a ton of questions that she would never get a reply to. Jordan had let Angela know earlier that his voice hadn't returned. The two walked outside in the dry air. Jordan placed his overnight bag on the ground and then unzipped his purse. He noticed Angela already had her cigarette and lighter out. Jordan fished inside his purse for his pack and pulled out a cigarette. After Angela lit hers, Jordan soon leaned into her lighter flame with his cigarette at his lips. Angala exhaled the smoke from her drag. "Well, I hope you're still up to going with me to Izzy's birthday party tomorrow. My brother goes all out for her parties and they would both love you to be there," she explained. Jordan again took only a second to think, and then smiled and replied, "Sounds like fun!" END OF PART 13 ...