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If other fans wish to create other timelines, we will assist you in posting your timelines, within reasonable constraints. -- Whodibah Fans Chapter 14 "Jordan!" Angela cried out, surprised. "Your voice! It's so beautiful!" 'What is she talking about?' Jordan wondered, confused. 'This is just my normal voice.' "Why thank you, Angela," Jordan said, deciding it was better to go along than question his friend. "I guess you must have had the beginnings of the cold ever since we first met," Angela surmised. "And now I can hear 'the real you'. It makes sense. After all, laryngitis as bad as you had must take a while to incubate." "I... I guess so," said Jordan. Jordan's confusion was back. Did his voice really sound different? What was Angela saying? It sounds natural to him now, but did it sound different earlier? He was a man, after all. Did he always have such a high and musical voice? Wouldn't he remember that? But before he could question his voice too closely, someone called out. "Jordan!" Jordan and Angela looked over to see Vanessa exiting the clinic. She walked over to them carrying a shopping bag. "I'm so glad you haven't left yet," Vanessa Crosby said. "Dr. Green asked me to give this to you, and I forgot." "Thank you," Jordan said, receiving the bag. It was enormously heavy. What the heck was in it? But before he could ask what it was or what it was for, Vanessa was already chatting up Angela. "Any weekend plans?" Vanessa asked. "Yes!" Angela said, excited. "Jordan and I are going to my Izzy's birthday party tomorrow! She's my niece," she explained, "her real name is Isabella." "What fun!" Vanessa said. "And Jordan, do you have something pretty to wear?" "Well, I..." Jordan started. "Oh, we'll find something super cute! I'll make sure of that!" Angela interrupted. "Izzy will be four! She's starting to become a real little person, so it's kind-of important. Also, I think my brother has a thing for Jordan." Angela grinned. "What?" Jordan said. "Oh no, I'm sure he doesn't." "I think he mi-ight," Angela said, in a sing-songy voice, teasing. 'Oh my god,' Jordan realized. 'She's trying to set me up with her brother! Okay, I'm going to go to the party, because I've already said 'yes', but I'm going to stay as far away from Matt as possible. There is *no way* I'm going to encourage that!' "Wait, do you mean your brother, Matt Coleman? The *quarterback* for the Arizona Cardinals?" Vanessa asked, eyes wide. "Well, yeah," Angela said, rolling her eyes. "He's the only brother I have! He already told me he likes her." Finally, the bus arrived, ending Jordan's torment. Jordan and Angela said their goodbyes. 'So,' Vanessa thought to herself as the bus pulled away. 'Jordan and Matt Coleman! How interesting!' Vanessa knew many of the football players' wives since they all came to the clinic to get a little work done now and then. 'This could be the perfect thing to help Jordan become more comfortable as a woman.' Vanessa had decided that Jordan's shyness about having a female body and being around men were the personality traits where Jordan needed the most help. These were the traits which came through most strongly in the interview and the traits which Vanessa thought Jordan would need to overcome to be a productive, female, member of society. * * * The office was dark and quiet. There were only two lights on, one in Jason's office, and one in Johanson's. Jason was at work late searching through job sites trying to find a job for Jordan. "I'm gonna fix it," he kept telling himself. "No matter what it takes, I'm going to fix things for Jordan." He moved to a different job site and continued his search. He had some promising leads, but most were too far away or were for less money. Jason hadn't realized that Jordan would be happy take a job with less money, now that Jordan's wife, Anna, was on a path to a better job reporting to the president of her bank. Jason had visited Jordan in the clinic the day before, but had left quickly once he saw Anna was there. He was too horrified at what had happened and his role in it to confront Anna, or Jason. He desperately wanted to find a job for Jordan first, and then he would go apologize. Hopefully the apology would be accepted once he had set things right. Jason thought about Anna, headed to Utah. She would be checking in to her hotel about now. "I never expected to have this sort of relationship with my 'girlfriend'," he muttered to himself, wincing as he remembered the conversation with Angela that morning. "Your honey pot is leaving town today," Angela had said that morning, walking into his office with some papers to sign. It took Jason a couple of seconds to realize Angela was talking about Anna. "Yes... uh, yes she is." "It sucks about her sister, getting sick like that. Well, I hope you and Anna at least had some quality time together last night." "What... what do you mean?" Jason asked, confused. "Well, I noticed that Anna didn't come home last night. So she must have spent it at your place, am I right? For some late-night, boyfriend- girlfriend-goodbye-sex?" Jason blushed. He didn't know where Anna had spent the night (he suspected it was at the clinic, in Jordan's room), but he thought it was best to play along. After all, a girlfriend going on a 6-week trip would want to spend her last night with her significant other. To say anything else would be suspicious. "Yes," he lied. "You're right. Anna and I spent the night together. It was very nice." "Goodbye sex is the *best*," Angela grinned slyly at him. "I hope you wore her out! I hope she feels nice and *used*, so she won't be snuggling up to any of those hot, clean-cut Mormons in Utah." "Anna would never do that!" Jason answered, angrily. "Oh hun, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply..." Angela bit her lip. "I was just teasing," she said. "That's okay, Angela," Jason said, quickly cooling down. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me." "It does you credit," Angela continued. "Sticking up for Anna like that. You are the best man a girl could have. And you're such a good friend to Jordan as well." 'Some friend,' Jason thought darkly to himself. 'I've trapped him in a job as a woman, and now he's had throat and vocal cord surgery.' 'Until I fix this, I am so dead,' he thought to himself, for about the 200th time. * * * Jordan looked out from the balcony of Angela's apartment, at his own apartment. "So close, and yet so far," Jordan said to himself, wistfully, with his new, soft feminine voice. His own apartment, full of male clothes, was right there, just a hundred steps away. And look, there was the car! Anna must have left it for him and then taken a cab to the airport. He could just walk down the stairs, across the parking lot and into the apartment. There he could change, fetch the keys from the hook and then drive to Utah. In just over 10 hours he could be knocking on her apartment door. How he missed Anna! And now she was gone, for a month and a half. She was his closest friend, the person he would have done anything for (and had), and now she was gone. The ache was almost too much to bear. "That's it," he vowed. "As soon as I get the chance, I'm telling Angela that I'm leaving to stay in my own apartment tonight. And then I'll get dressed in men's clothes and get the hell out of here. I'll call Mr. Johanson and just quit. They can give the job to Angela. She deserves it more than I do anyway." "Hey girlfriend, whatcha doing out here?" Angela joined Jordan on the balcony. "I... I miss Anna," Jordan admitted. "We never got a chance to say goodbye." "Oh honey, I understand." "How could you understand?" Jordan said, suddenly furious. "You're such a busybody that the entire world could be collapsing and you would just say, 'Hey everybody! Let's go to the spa!' Listen Angela, you've been great, honestly, but I need to spend tonight alone in my own apartment. No offense, but I've had a really hard week. I need to be alone." Angela didn't answer. After a fuming for few seconds more, Jordan turned to look at her, but was surprised to see her face all scrunched up. "Angela?" Jordan asked. "I know I'm a pest," Angela said. "I know that... that... I meddle and pry in your affairs, and I wouldn't blame you for leaving. It's just that..." "It's just what?" "You know that my brother, the quarterback, lost his wife, recently, right? Her name was Elsa. Well, what you may not know is that Elsa was also my best friend ever since elementary school." "Oh, Angela..." "And... and..." Angela was crying openly now, "I miss her so much! And you and she, well, you are both so much alike. She loved football and she was something of a tomboy. She tried out for and made the Arizona Cheerleader squad, but she was also a lawyer. She was just so smart and she let me boss her around and she smoked too and she was up for anything. And then she died of cancer. It was... it was just three years ago, last week." Jordan felt horrible now. For all of his troubles, they still didn't add up to losing your best friend to cancer. "I'm so sorry for speaking so harshly just now, Angela," Jordan said, pulling her into a hug. "I... it's just that I've had a really bad week." "I just want to be friends," Angela sobbed. "Maybe it was wrong of me to try and replace Elsa with you. But... it helps. Do you know what I mean? I feel less lonely when we're together. I'm so happy you're my boss at Johanson. I couldn't imagine anyone better or more qualified. Is it so awful to be my friend?" "No, of course not. You're amazing, Angela, and you've been super through all of this. I'm just tired and cranky, that's all." Jordan sighed. There was no way he could walk out on Angela now. "I'm really looking forward to Bella's party tomorrow," Jordan said, trying to make up for things. "Really?" Angela said, in a small voice. "Yes, really." Jordan tried to think of something else which might cheer up Angela. "And you'll help me pick out the right outfit, won't you?" "You bet!" Angela brightened up immediately. "And with the work you've had done, you look amazing. Matt is going to be so surprised!" Jordan smiled, happy to see Angela feeling better. "Hey, should we see what's in that bag from Dr. Crosby?" Angela asked. The two walked back into the apartment. The bag from Dr. Crosby was on the kitchen table. "They're breast forms!" Jordan said, shocked, pulling out a pair. "Dr. Green gave me a bag of breast forms." Anna must have talked to Dr. Green, Jordan realized, and told him that I needed breast forms, like we had discussed. "In all different sizes," Angela pointed out. "So you *are* getting implants! I knew it!" "What do you mean?" Jordan asked, frightened. "These are just breast forms, not implants." "Dr. Green gave these to you so you could see what size you liked best. That's the way it works. You wear a pair for a while to decide what looks best. That way, when you get the operation, there's no doubt about what size they'll implant. Here! Try these on!" "Oh, Angela, I don't know, I'm awfully tired..." "Please?" Angela whined. "For me?" Angela looked so hopeful and happy that Jordan just couldn't say no. After all, he wanted to make up for being such a bitch to her earlier. "Okay," he relented. * * * Mr. Johanson closed up his office and turned out the lights. It had been another late night. He had been spent large portions of the last two days at the clinic, looking in on Jordan as she recovered from the surgery and then the near-scare of the infection which had flared up at just the wrong time. Thankfully, all that was over now, but it had been touch and go for a while. Johanson had seen Jordan's sister, Anna, there several times, and they had chatted amiably. Anna had thought it was wonderful that Jordan had such a nice boss who cared so much for his employees. Johanson felt a bit uncomfortable hiding his true reason for being there, but only a bit. "After all, I am paying for her transition," he reasoned. "And that's clearly what Jordan wants." Johanson saw light coming from Jason's office. "Burning the midnight oil?" Johanson asked, leaning against the door jamb. "Yeah," Jason said, shrugging. "I got a call from Dr. Green," Johanson said, conversationally. "Apparently Jordan checked herself out of the clinic today and she and Angela are back at Angela's apartment so she can rest and recover." "That's good news," said Jordan. "Mr. Johanson--" But Johanson already knew what Jason was going to say. "Jason, we've been through all this," Johanson interrupted. "Several times." "But Mr. Johanson, you can't go around paying for an employee's sex change surgeries without the employee's consent." "And I keep telling you that Jordan has given her consent. Dr. Green made that perfectly clear." "I've known Jordan since elementary school. There is no way he... I mean *she*, would want this." "Dr. Green also told me that he talked to Anna." "ANNA? Really?" Jason was shocked. This was new. "Yes, Anna. I think she has known Jordan for even longer than you, correct? Anna told Dr. Green that Jordan wants breast augmentation surgery." "There is NO WAY that Anna said that," Jason was appalled. Something was seriously out of whack if that was the case. "Dr. Green said his conversation with Anna was quite clear. Anna told him: 'We talked about it and Jordan is completely on board with the idea.' I think those were Anna's exact words, according to Dr. Green." "There must be a mistake," Jason said, feeling panicky. "There has to be!" "Jason, is it possible that you don't know your friend as well as you think you do?" Johanson asked, carefully. "After all, consider this: She is a male to female transgender individual. Why wouldn't she want breast implants? And look at her - she presents so well as female! She is, quite literally, the most feminine person I know. The only way for that to be true is if she were truly a woman on the inside. Don't you see?" Johanson's arguments were having an effect on Jason. 'Maybe Jordan really wants to transition?' he wondered to himself. 'Is that possible? Is it possible for someone who has never expressed even an iota of desire his entire life to suddenly put on a dress and then subconsciously decide he has been a woman all along?' 'But no! This is Jordan! We grew up together!' Jason thought angrily to himself. 'It just can't be true!' "I'm sorry, Mr. Johanson, but I just can't believe that Jordan would agree to surgery. He's-- SHE's not like that." "Then why don't you ask her?" Johanson said, reasonably. "I think I will!" Jason said. 'As soon as I have a lead on a new job,' he thought to himself. "Good. Just, please, don't tell her that I'm paying for her visits to the clinic, okay? I don't want that to get out until the right time." "Don't worry," Jason said. "I won't." Jason, as HR director, knew that if he told *anyone* about what Johanson was doing, it would be a massive problem. There could even be criminal charges, and Jason, now an accessory to the act, would likely be indicted as well. And then the implications for the company! Johanson and Johanson, without Johanson? If the scandal got out, people would take their business elsewhere, and the entire company might fold. No, there was no way in hell that he was ever breathing a word of this to *anyone*, not even Jordan. Dangerous thoughts crept into Jason's brain. 'If only Jordan actually wanted to be a woman,' he thought to himself, 'then this would all go away. There would be no danger of being exposed, Johanson's actions would be seen as charitable rather than criminal, Angela would be Jordan's best friend and everyone would be happy.' 'Except for Anna,' Jason thought to himself miserably, realizing that there was no way this was going to play out without someone getting hurt. Johanson saw the emotions play over Jason's face as he thought through all of the implications of the current situation. 'He's coming around,' Johanson thought to himself. 'He's starting to consider that Jordan may really want the sex change operations.' But Johanson also knew when to press his advantage and when to back off, and now was the time to back off. "Well, good night," Johanson said. "Good night, sir," Jason said, returning to his job search for Jordan. Johanson walked out to the parking lot, got into his blue Mustang and started the car. He enjoyed its throaty rumble for a second. 'I wonder if Jordan would like a ride in a classic car like this one day,' he mused to himself. He swiped his key-card at the exit and the gate went up, but just as he was about to turn right to head home, he turned left instead. * * * Jordan took the shopping bag full of breast forms into the spare bedroom. Looking through the bag, he found a note from Dr. Green. "Talked to Anna, she agrees that you need new breasts. Try on these to see which size you like best. When you've decided, call the office for an appointment. - DG" 'Oh, well if he's talked to Anna,' Jordan thought to himself, 'then she definitely explained that all I wanted was breast forms and not implants.' Jordan felt much better, reading the note. He knew that Anna would be looking out for him. After all, no wife would want their husband to have breasts! Jordan arranged the breasts by size. Unzipping his dress, he slipped it off his shoulders so it gathered around his waist. Choosing the smallest size, he removed the socks from his bra and replaced them with the breast forms from Dr. Green. He adjusted them a bit and then slipped his arms back into the blue sundress and pulled it back up over his shoulders. He walked back out to the kitchen. "Could you zip me up?" he asked Angela. "Of course!" Jordan pulled his hair out of the way (already this feminine gesture was second nature to him) as Angela zipped up the dress. The bodice pulled snug around his body. "Not bad!" said Angela. "What size this this?" "I think it's a 'C'," Jordan said. "Come here," Angela motioned. Angela grasped Jordan's breasts and adjusted them, turning him from side to side and looking at the shape. "These are already a huge improvement," she said, "but I think you need larger. Let's try the next larger size." Angela unzipped the dress and pointed Jordan back to the bedroom. "Oh, okay." Jordan already thought the 'C's were too big, and now Angela wants larger? But he still felt terrible about his action earlier, so he went back to the guest bedroom and swapped out the breast forms for the next larger size. "What are these?" Angela asked, as she zipped up Jordan. "Size D," Jordan answered. "Oh, so much better," Angela said, as she grasped and squeezed the forms, adjusting them. 'I wish she weren't being so familiar with my chest,' Jordan thought to himself. 'This could get awkward really fast.' Angela turned Jordan from side to side. "Let's go look in the mirror," Angela dragged Jordan into her bedroom where there was a full length mirror. Jordan looked around. Angela's bedroom was something of a mess, with dirty clothes and dirty dishes piled everywhere. Angela kicked aside some shoes and a used pair of pantyhose and pulled him in front of the mirror. "Now turn to the side. See? You have the body to handle this. You have broader shoulders than I do, so a larger pair of breasts - they look good on you. But..." Angela thought to herself for a second, and then went to her dresser, opened up the top drawer and pulled out a bra. "Here," she said, handing it to Jordan. "Let's go larger. But you'll need a bigger bra. Try mine." "Are you sure? These look fine to me," Jordan said, already feeling uncomfortable with the size. He couldn't imagine walking out of the house with such large breasts and getting the stares of all of the men (and women!) around him. And then there was him putting on Angela's (lace, satin, underwire) bra. That felt just a bit too familiar. Did women really try on each other's underwear like that? "Isn't a Size 'D' already too large?" asked Jordan. "I mean, isn't the average size a 'C'?" "Actually, the average size in America is now Double-D," Angela responded. "No way," Jordan gasped. "It's true. But that may be more because women are getting better fitted for the right type of bra. Regardless, the average woman is Double-D. *I'm* a Double-D. How does it look on me?" "You look amazing," Jordan said. "Exactly. And I've chatted with a lot of women at the clinic who have had implants and they have *all* said that they wished they had gone larger. And I look at your frame and I think that a Double-D would be perfect. Let's try it. After all, you want to make an informed decision, don't you?" "I don't know..." "Please, for me, your girlfriend?" "Okay, for you," Jordan said, accepting the bra. Angela unzipped him and he walked back to the guest bedroom. What Angela hadn't told Jordan was that she really wanted a larger size so that Jordan would be more appealing to her brother. She knew that Matt was a breast man, he had made that abundantly clear growing up, and his ex-wife Elsa had been very well endowed. Angela was afraid that if Jordan was too flat, Matt might not notice in the way that she was hoping he would notice. Jordan took off the white Victoria's Secret bra which Rebecca, Mr. Johanson's niece, had helped him pick out. Then he put on Angela's bra. It was so much bigger! But Angela was right, he needed the bigger bra to hold the new breast forms, which were a sizeable increase. The new forms filled up the bra to maximum capacity. Jordan arranged the breasts so they plumped up his natural chest before walking out to the kitchen where Angela was waiting. "Oh yes," Angela said, with a throaty chuckle. "Now we're cookin' with gas." Matt can't help but notice these! Angela said to herself. Angela was barely able to close the zipper of the dress, the breasts stretched out the fabric in front so much. Jordan felt the dress compress his body. "I think it's so cool that you're doing waist training," said Angela. "Waist training?" "Yeah, the corset. Just like Kim Kardashian! And wow! Oh, baby! With these breasts, you look like her on top too!" Angela took a few moments to arrange the forms on his chest and then arrange the scoop neckline of the dress to hid the seam. "*Now* we're talking," she said. "These are absolutely perfect! Don't you agree?" * * * Johanson parked the car on the street and turned off the engine and the lights. From where he was sitting, he could see Angela and Jordan talking with each other in the kitchen. He looked towards the glove box, hesitated, and then opened it and pulled out a pair of binoculars that he kept there for bird watching. He fiddled with the lenses a bit, focusing first one eye then the other. "Holy crap!" he said, almost dropping the glasses. Jordan had breasts! And not just any breasts, but nice, big, plump, luscious breasts. "Oh my god..." he groaned, as Angela put her hands on Jordan's breasts, shifting and adjusting them. Johanson shifted uncomfortably in the car, trying to reduce the sudden pressure in his crotch area. "Oh Jordan," he moaned a second time as Angela helped Jordan smooth out the dress and adjusted the neckline. * * * Angela turned Jordan from side to side. Jordan blushed, feeling her hands and her matter-of-fact manipulations of his body parts. 'Thank god I'm taped up and tucked,' he thought to himself, worrying that there might be inappropriate bulges otherwise. "Oh Jordan, you look so hot in these! So curvy. You gotta see this. Let's go check 'em out in the mirror!" Angela dragged Jordan into her bedroom and thrust him in front of the full-length mirror. 'Oh no,' Jordan said to himself, feeling desperate. 'They're absolutely enormous.' "Angela, I look like a porn star," Jordan said, out loud. "I know! Aren't they amazing! Oh, you have to get these, Jordan, please tell me you're going to get these!" "Can my body even support them?" "Dr. Green wouldn't have put them in the bag if he thought you couldn't handle them," Angela reasoned. "You just have to learn to stand up straight and keep your shoulders back! And wear bras with underwire, nice wide straps and lots of support. You'll be fine! I'll be happy to show you how! You just let Angela take care of you in the breast department!" 'That's the last thing I intend to do!' Jordan swore to himself. "You so gotta wear these to the party tomorrow," Angela continued. "When Matt sees these, he won't be able to keep his hands off you!" "Matt...?" Jordan was totally freaking out now. "I don't think... I mean... I'm not trying to... Listen!" he said adamantly. "There's no way I'm wearing these to the party tomorrow. These are ridiculously large. I can't go out in public like this!" "Why not? You look amazing!" "But Angela, they're so fake looking! Everyone will know that they're not real!" "Is *that* all you're worried about? Don't you think there will be a lot of fake boobies at the party? All of the wives go to the clinic, I can tell you that. Vanessa has told my Mom some stories, believe you me! Besides which, men don't care if they're fake. And isn't that the goal? To find a hot man to hook up with? To get some nice hard penis in that pussy of yours? When was the last time you had a good humpfest? Rode the flagpole? Got the bone? I bet it's been a while." "I... I..." Jordan blushed beet red at Angela's ribald talk. "What, months?" Jordan blushed some more. How do I get out of this?? He searched his brain in a panic trying to come up with a good response for Angela. "YEARS??" Angela said, honestly shocked. "Oh, HONEY! You gotta let your girlfriend Angela help you get some! You must be practically insane with need by now!" "I'm not that kind of woman," mumbled Jordan. "Oh, pfft," Angela brushed off his statement. "We're *all* that kind of girl, deep down. And let me tell you, football players are the *best*. They're so fit and horny and they go so deep... you show up with these and you'll have your pick!" "Angela! I... I'm just not that kind of girl!" Jordan said, this time more adamantly. 'Good,' Jordan thought to himself. 'You're putting your foot down with Angela. Now no more of this nonsense about getting me some penis.' Jordan walked back to the kitchen table and Angela fetched a couple of beers and joined him. Jordan left on the Double-D breasts for now. * * * Johanson couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jordan was trying on breast forms, and Angela was helping him! "Jordan, you are such a special person," he kept telling himself, over and over. Seeing the display, Johanson was more convinced than ever that Jordan wanted breast augmentation surgery. Here she was trying on different sizes with Angela's help to see what size was best. Even better, it looked like they had settled on the largest size! Jordan already looked amazing. Now, after vocal surgery, she was sure to sound much more feminine (although Johanson had yet to hear her voice). And now, with endowments such as these... she would be nearly a complete woman. "And I'm going to help you achieve all your goals," Johanson said softly to himself as the ladies drank their beers and chatted with each other. "No matter the risks." After watching some more, Johanson put the binoculars away, started the car and headed home. He was going to call Dr. Green tomorrow, to see if the surgery could be moved up. It was clear to him that Jordan couldn't wait. * * * "Well, I can certainly tell you who *has* been doing some serious rockin' and rollin' under the covers," Angela said, grinning from ear to ear. They were back in the kitchen with a couple of beers. Jordan was still wearing the Double-D breasts. Angela wouldn't let him change. "Who?" asked Jordan. "Anna and Jason!" "WHAT??" Jordan shouted, shocked. "I know, isn't it wonderful!" Angela said, misconstruing Jordan's shocked expression for happiness. "I talked to Jason in the office this morning. He told me they slept together last night at his place and she left for the airport feeling good and *used* - if you know what I mean, and I think you do!" "But, but..." Jordan sputtered. "That can't be." Jordan thought about it and just decided that Jason had lied to Angela to help cover up their shared deception. "Why not? They're girlfriend-boyfriend. That's what they're supposed to do! Now I know you're from some little, conservative town on the East Coast--" "Bangor, Maine" "Right. But here in Arizona, premarital sex is perfectly OK. Everyone does it. You need to loosen up a little." "Says you," Jordan teased. "Slut." "Hey!" Angela returned, with mock indignation. "So says the lady with the porn-star boobies!" They dissolved into a fit of giggles. "Thank you, Angela," Jordan said. "Thank you for what?" "Oh, you know. For having me over." "Well, no way I'm going to let you sleep alone after having just spent two days at the clinic," she said. "I'm not losing you like I lost Elsa." 'You know, sometimes Angela is okay,' Jordan realized. "Well, I guess we better get some sleep," Angela said. "After all, party is at 12:30pm tomorrow, and we have a lot of preparations to do. Good night, Jordan!" "Good night, Angela." Jordan closed the door to the guest bedroom and got ready for bed. He took off the corset, but decided to leave on Angela's bra with the Double-D breast forms. 'I guess I have to go to the party tomorrow,' he realized. 'I owe at least that much to Angela, before I quit my job and drive to Utah.' Jordan used the makeup remover to clean his face, and then used the other products from the clinic to further clean and moisturize it. As he did so, Jordan vowed that nothing was going to happen with Matt at the party. He was going to stay as far away from Matt as possible and just find a way to get through the party without anyone ever suspecting that he was a man, OR that he had anything more than platonic feelings for anyone. Especially football players. Especially Matt. 'And then, as soon as the party's over, I'm getting dressed as a man and driving to Utah,' Jordan vowed, as he put his head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep. But things never seem to go as planned for Jordan, do they? END OF CHAPTER 14