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Chapter 15: "Wake up sleepy head!" "No... please... so tired." Jordan, still half asleep, wondered who these two women were that were talking. "Up and at 'em!" Jordan felt someone shaking his shoulder. "Let's go! We have a busy day ahead of us!" "Just 15 more minutes..." the other lady said. She sure had a beautiful and sexy voice, Jordan thought. "Jordan!" someone shouted and clapped their hands. "Get up!" "What!!??" Jordan sat up, and saw Angela grinning at him. "There you go!" she said. "Time to get up! We need to get ready and get a present for Bella and Matt's place is about an hour away." Jordan looked around. Where was the other woman whose voice he had heard? "Thanks, Angela," Jordan said. 'Oh my god,' Jordan thought to himself. 'That other woman's voice - it's *my* voice!!' "I'm up, I'm up..." he moaned. There it was again! Jordan's voice was high, delicate, and friendly. Jordan rubbed his face. "Hey, remember the cute dress I mentioned I had for you? What do you think?" Angela held out a short white dress on a hanger. "That's a dress?" Jordan gasped. He didn't know much about woman's clothes, but what Angela held out looked like nothing more than a narrow tube of fabric attached to a white polo shirt. [Ed Note: Search for 'paulina gretzky white dress' to see the dress] "Come on, Jordan, loosen up a little, will ya?" Angela rolled her eyes. "It's a body-con dress. It'll stretch to hug and accentuate your curves. Guys love 'em." "I'm sorry, Angela, but that's just too tight and too short for me," Jordan said, pleased that he was finally standing up to Angela and telling her 'no'. "Okay." Angela looked disappointed, but quickly brightened up. "Maybe some other time, then. Anyway, let's get a quick breakfast and then we'll raid your closet for some party clothes!" * * * Jordan couldn't get over how his voice sounded. It sounded high and perky and cute. Like a girl or young woman's voice. 'Why aren't I freaking out about this?' He wondered. It sounded so feminine. 'Shouldn't I be more bothered by it?' But for some reason, every time he heard his own voice, he felt an inner calm of relaxation wash over him. 'I guess I must like this voice,' Jordan reasoned to himself. 'Or why would I feel so calm and relaxed when I hear it? I wonder what Anna will think about it?' After breakfast, they walked across the street from Angela's apartment to Jordan & Anna's apartment to pick out some clothes for Jordan. They walked up the front stairs from the sidewalk to the front porch and Jordan paused as he fumbled for the keys to open the front door. "Uh..." Jordan hesitated. He didn't want Angela to come into the bedroom and see all of his male clothes. Also it looked a lot more like a couple's bedroom than a room being shared by two sisters. "Maybe you could wait here? In the living room? And I'll bring out things to show you?" "A fashion show!" Angela clapped enthusiastically, plopping down on the sofa. "Love it!" "Right, a fashion show," Jordan said. Jordan disappeared into the bedroom and gathering up the dresses, skirts and blouses that he had bought with Rebecca using his clothing allowance. Looking over at the bureau, he was glad to see the car keys that Anna had left for him before she took a taxi to the airport. It wouldn't be long before he would be back and using those keys to drive north to Utah. With luck, sometime late tonight (or more likely, very early tomorrow morning) he might actually be with her. Oh, how he missed Anna! Jordan carried the clothes out to the living room. "No, no, no," Angela quickly riffled through the clothes. After rejecting each item, she would toss it aside, onto an easy chair, making a large pile of clothes. "Jordan, these are all work clothes. Don't you have any party clothes?" "Rebecca helped me pick them out." "Rebecca?" "Johanson's niece. She and I shopped together at the mall when you and Anna disappeared." "So *that's* what happened to you! I wondered. Well, Rebecca has wonderful taste, but these are all too conservative for a *party!*. Don't you have anything more fun?" Jordan sighed. He had started out with the more conservative items, hoping that one of them would pass muster. He went back to the bedroom and reached further back into the closet and started pulling out the more low cut dresses which Rebecca had picked out. "Okay, I think this will do," Angela said, finally choosing a sage green A-Line dress, sleeveless with a knee-length skirt and a pink belt which made it feel more like a party dress. She handed the dress to Jordan. "It's girly and the skirt will twirl nicely," Angela said. "Now here, try it on with the breast forms." Angela had brought the shopping bag of breast forms over from her apartment. "Let's see how it looks with the largest ones." "Angela," Jordan whined. "They are much too large." "I am telling you they aren't," Angela insisted. "They look awesome on you. You didn't want to wear the dress I picked out for you, could you at least try on the breast forms I want?" "Okay," Jordan sighed, giving in. "Just this once." He figured that this would be the last time he had to wear the forms anyway. After the party, he'd be back at home and changing back into men's clothing. Jordan took all of the breast forms back to the bedroom, found the largest, Double-D, forms, removed the Victoria's Secret bra (stuffed with socks) that he had been wearing, and put on Angela's bra (fastening it in the front and then turning it around, the way Anna had taught him), and then slipped each breast form into the cups of the bra. 'Oh my gosh, these are big,' he muttered to himself. His new breasts stuck out from his chest like a Jane Russell poster. Jordan was about to swap them for a smaller pair (despite what Angela wanted), but first he decided to try on the dress. Fortunately, the cut of the dress covered up the size of the Double-D breast forms, to the point where Jordan thought that it looked okay. He went out to the living room to show Angela. "Very nice!" Angela said, as she made Jordan twirl around. "You look just like a girl going to a birthday party. Of course, not as great as the white body-con dress I have at my apartment..." "Angela--" Jordan said, with a tone of warning. "But this is very nice," Angela said, smiling. "Oh, and hey, don't forget to take your pills." Angela held out a pair of white pills. "Two pills?" Jordan asked. "I thought it was only one white pill?" "No, it's two," Angela said. "Okay, thanks." Jordan walked over to the kitchen, got a glass of water and swallowed down the pills. "Now where is the pink one?" Jordan asked. "The pink one?" Angela looked at him confused. "What pink one?" "You know, the pink pill from Dr. Green that goes after..." Jordan stopped. "Angela?" he asked, suddenly worried. "What were those pills you just gave me?" "Oh, you know, the same pills that I gave you at the game last week. To help you relax." "Not those pills..." Jordan said, dismayed. 'Damn it!' He thought to himself. 'Every time I take those pills I get into trouble. I swore I was going to stay away from them.' "Of course," Angela said. "We can't smoke at the party, remember? So we'll need the pills to make sure we don't have those cravings. They should be full strength just as we're arriving." "Thank you Angela," Jordan said, knowing there was nothing he could do about it anyway. "You're welcome!" she said brightly. "Okay, now we both need to get showers and put our makeup on. See you in about an hour, okay?" * * * "Chantel!" "Vanessa!" Chantel squealed, hugging her therapist / friend. Chantel Heatherton James, the super-hot wife of Cardinals offensive lineman Emmitt James, was walking through the lobby of the clinic when she was spied by the therapist, Dr. Crosby. "Did I miss an appointment?" Vanessa asked. "Are you here to see me?" "No, no," Chantel laughed. "I'm just here for a facial and some hair and makeup. Matt Coleman's daughter's party is this afternoon, and I want to look my best." "Oh, that's right! I heard it was Bella's party today." "Of course! You're friends with Matt's mother, the famous hypnotherapist, right?" "Yes, and also--" Vanessa stopped midsentence. "Also...?" Chantel prodded, sensing there was some good gossip Vanessa was holding back. Vanessa, as a therapist, was very careful not to reveal details about her patients. But, of course, she was friends with Mrs. Coleman, and her daughter Angela was friends with Jordan, so she figured it was okay to continue. "And also I chatted with Angela, you know, Mrs. Coleman's daughter? She'll be there with her friend, Jordan Ross." "JORDAN ROSS??" Chantel squealed, so loud you could hear it throughout the lobby of the clinic. "THE Jordan Ross? She'll be there? Are you sure?" "Uh..." Vanessa was taken aback, "Yes, I believe so." "Wonderful!" Chantel enthused. "We've all been wondering who this 'Jordan Ross' was, ever since we saw her with Matt last Sunday on Sports Center! It's been this huge mystery! Can you tell me anything about her?" "Jordan was on SportsCenter?" Vanessa was shocked. "You can't be serious!" Shy Jordan? On a sports TV show? "Yes, with Matt Coleman! And we're all so glad! You know his late wife Elsa died of cancer, right? Well, we've all been wondering when he'd be ready get back in the saddle, so to speak," Chantel's grin was a mile wide. "We're so happy that he's found someone!" To say that Vanessa was shocked would have been a gross understatement. Her shy, nervous transgender patient was seen on TV with the quarterback of the local NFL football team?? It was almost too unbelievable. Vanessa wondered if Matt knew that Jordan was transitioning from male to female. 'But he must,' she reasoned. 'After all, Angela was at the clinic with Jordan, and so surely Angela would have told her brother that Jordan was transgender.' But now what to tell Chantel? Already Chantel could see that Vanessa knew Jordan Ross, so that cat was out of the bag. And maybe she could help Jordan's transition along just a little bit? "I just saw Jordan and Angela together yesterday," Vanessa smiled. "She seems like a wonderful person. Very sweet, but a bit shy around men," she confided. "Really?" Chantel's eyes gleamed with significance. "Well! That is certainly something that the football wives can help out with! Matt really needs a wife to settle down with and help him get over Elsa's death. And that poor Bella! She so needs a mommy. It breaks our hearts! We've been hoping and praying that Matt would finally find someone. Oh, I can't wait to talk about it with the other football wives! We'll think of something to help Jordan get over her shyness." 'Oh no,' worried Vanessa, feeling overwhelmed by Chantel's enthusiasm, as the two air-kissed goodbye and parted ways. 'What have I done?' * * * Jordan found the pills from Dr. Green in his overnight bag. After all, he had promised Dr. Green that he would take them every day. He swallowed the white pill (it really did look exactly like Angela's relaxation pills) and then put the pink pill under his tongue to dissolve. Jordan walked into the shower, disrobed, unlaced and stepped out of the corset and then carefully removed the tape holding his penis tucked. Stepping into the shower, he realized just how nice it was to finally be back in his own bathroom. He automatically reached for his razer to shave his legs but then stopped. 'I have absolutely no hair on my body at all,' he said, amazed. The clinic had done their job so thoroughly, that his body and face were now completely hairless. Jordan tried to analyze his feelings about it. On the one hand, he'd be glad to never have to shave again. He hated shaving. But on the other hand, his body looked so smooth. He looked younger, like a young, pre-pubescent boy, "or a girl," he muttered to himself. Jordan ran his hands up and down his body, marveling at how soft and silky and luxurious the skin felt under his fingers. He picked up the soap and wash cloth and washed himself, his skin feeling alive and tingly. The clinic had done an extremely thorough job. He couldn't find a stray hair anywhere. And it was permanent. Jordan wondered what it might feel like with Anna in bed, their smooth bodies rubbing up against each other. Then his mind wandered to Matt. What would it feel like to have his rough football hands-- Just then, the shower ran out of hot water. Shivering, Jordan quickly turned off the water, stepped out of the bathtub and toweled off. Even using the soft towel on his new skin was a sensuous experience. He was really starting to like not having body hair anymore. He used some of Anna's body lotion to moisturize his skin. 'I better take care of my skin, so it stays nice and smooth,' he reasoned to himself. He put on the same deodorant he had used at the clinic (he remembered the flowery scent). Next was Jordan's least favorite part, taping his penis back. "There must be a better way." He started to think about purchasing some sort of tight bikini brief or gaffe, but then corrected himself. "It's just one more time," he realized. Jordan pushed his penis between his legs, added some gauze and then taped it in place. Without a doubt, taping was the worst part. Jordan dressed in the Victoria's Secret lingerie that Johanson's niece, Rebecca, had picked out for him. He skipped the thongs and chose a pair of briefs. They rode low on his hips, which he was having a hard time getting used to (he kept wanting to pull it up), but there was nothing else for him to wear so he figured he'd just have to live with it. Next up was the bra and the breast forms. It felt a little weird to be slipping his arms into Angela's bra, but none of his bras would fit the new forms, so there was really no other choice. Taking the Double-D breast forms from the case, he slipped each one into a cup of the bra and then adjusted things until everything sat right. He ran his hands over the mounds on his chest. They were large and voluptuous. He got goosebumps as he hefted them. "Hunh, glue." Jordan saw, for the first time, breast form adhesive in the bag. He read the instructions ("No need to reposition your breast forms... moves with you... no need to fear exposure... more secure... create a bond between you and your breast forms..."). Jordan looked through the bag some more and found the solvent. "Might as well," he sighed. After all, knowing that the forms were secure would be just one less thing to worry about. And then, after the party, he would just use the solvent to remove them. Following the directions, Jordan removed the breast forms, spread a generous amount of adhesive on the inner surface, and then re-inserted them, adjusting everything so they were in their proper place, and then holding them in place until the warmth of his body caused the adhesive to bond to his skin. After the proscribed 5 minutes set time, Jordan removed his hands. "Oh!" he said, surprised, "it really works!" The tug of the forms on his chest was surprisingly heavy. Looking in the mirror, Jordan tightened up the bra straps to provide extra support. "Wow, these *are* heavy," he thought to himself. He could tell that they were already putting a strain on his back, and the straps on the bra were digging into his shoulders. "Just one more day," he kept saying to himself. Next was the corset. As before in the clinic, Jordan put the corset on himself, and then tightened it up as best he could, working up and down the laces carefully. One benefit of the corset was that the cups provided his breasts with more support and helped with the strain on his back. "So that's why women wear corsets," Jordan thought to himself. "If this weren't just for today, I might be wearing them all the time too." Jordan walked into the bedroom and sat down at the dressing room table. First, he carefully did his makeup, starting with moisturizer, some cover up and a light foundation. Next was his eyes. He started with the eyeliner pencil, doing it and then re-doing it until he was satisfied, then mascara for his eyelashes, and some eyeshadow, like Anna taught him. He chose a pearlescent rose color this time, just because it was Bella's party and he thought it might look prettier for her. Finally, lipstick. Going with the pink party theme, he outlined his lips with a darker rose color, and then used pink lipstick. Smacking his lips, he looked at himself in the dressing table mirror. Stunned, all he saw was a beautiful young woman staring back at him. "Is this really me?" he asked, hearing his voice and seeing how it exactly matched the face of the woman before him. "I guess it is," he said again. "I am Jordan Ross," he said. It was as if he were introducing himself to himself for the first time. "Here, Jordan," he said, "put on some perfume." Jordan took some of the "Angels Only" perfume and sprayed it on his wrists and neck. "Now I look, feel, and *smell* like a woman," he thought to himself. Jordan picked up the curling iron, turned it on, and waited for it to heat up. His hair was still mostly OK from the salon, but there were some flat parts that he touched up with the iron. Anna had taught him this too. Just then, the front door opened. "Time to go!!" Angela shouted from the living room. "I know you want to spend all day primping and preening for Matt, but we need to leave now or we'll be late!" "Damn," Jordan muttered to himself. "Be right there!" he called out. Frantically, Jordan threw aside the curling iron, found a matching green purse (Anna's) and quickly threw some makeup and perfume into it. Just as he stepped into the dress, Angela entered the room. "What's taking you so long?" she asked. "Just finishing up," Jordan said. "Could you zip me up?" "Sure. Oh hey, your corset! I forgot you're waist training, right? Here, let me tighten you up." Angela reached into the dress and pulled on the laces until Jordan's waist had been reduced by a further two inches. He gasped as she tied it off and then tucked the laces into the corset. "There! Oh! You need some shoes!" Angela went into Anna's closet, mistaking it for Jordan's, and found a pair of pink high heeled sandals. "Perfect!" she said. "These will match your belt. Now let's go!" "But..." Jordan gasped (the corset was so tight!). He put on and buckled the heels. "These are too high," he complained. They were at least an inch higher than anything he had ever worn. Jordan stood up and felt the strain on his calves and the pressure on the ball of his feet. It felt like he was walking on stilts. "They're perfect. Let's GO." "Okay," Jordan said, feeling rushed. He quickly grabbed a pair of earrings (the small hoops with the three diamond studs, he would have to put them on in the car), grabbed his purse and ran after Angela, the skirts from the sage green A-line dress twirling and floating around his legs as his heels clicked sexily on the parquet floors of the apartment. They left the front door of the apartment and just as soon as the door clicked shut, Jordan knew he had forgotten something. "Shit," he said. "Language!" Angela cautioned. "Remember, we're going to a little girl's birthday party." "I left my wallet and keys inside," Jordan said, frustrated. He reached for the door knob, but it was locked solid. "No time," Angela said. "We'll call a locksmith after the party. You won't need a wallet or any money anyway." "But what about Bella's gift?" "I'll take care of it. You can reimburse me later." "Jordan looked at the door, feeling trapped. Okay," he finally agreed. The two ladies walked out to the sidewalk where a taxi was already waiting. Like a man, Jordan decided he would run to the far side of the taxi so that Angela wouldn't have to scoot across the seat, but just as he stepped off the curb, his heel caught in a crack and he tumbled to the street! "JORDAN!" Angela screamed, running to his side. "Are you okay??" "I... I think so," Jordan said. "A little scraped up," he said. "Oh no! Your dress!" "What?" Jordan got up, unsteadily, and saw what Angela was talking about. He had landed in a puddle of oil left by a parked car and it left a huge black stain on the dress. "Oh no," Jordan said, distraught. "I'll go change," he headed back to the apartment, but then stopped short. "I have no keys!" Jordan cried. He was practically sobbing now, feeling upset and emotional. Could anything else possibly go wrong?? "Get in the cab," Angela said, with calm assurance. "I'll be right back!" Angela raced into her apartment and returned two moments later. "Here!" she said, hopping into the taxi and throwing a white piece of fabric onto his lap. She shut the door and the taxi pulled away. Jordan held up the fabric. It was the white body-con dress that Angela had picked out for him earlier. Jordan would have to wear it after all. * * * "Is Jordan Ross there?" "I'll check for you." Anna was calling the clinic, hoping to call Jordan to see how he was. She was worried. For some reason, Jordan wasn't picking up the cell phone she had put into his overnight bag. She had called the clinic late the night before, but was told, curtly, that it was after visiting hours and the patients needed their rest. "I'm sorry, but it looks like she checked out. Last night." Checked out! Anna was relieved. If Jordan had checked out, then everything was okay and he was feeling better. "Could I talk to the doctor?" she asked. "I just want to make sure... uh... *she's* okay." "Of course, let me check," there was a long pause as Anna was put on hold. "Very well, I'll put you through." Anna waited while the call clicked through. "Hello, this is Vanessa Crosby," a female voice said on the phone. "I'm sorry?" Anna said, confused. "I'm looking for Jordan Ross's doctor? Who are you?" "Who is this?" Vanessa asked, careful not to reveal anything. "I... uh... I'm Jordan's sister," Anna said, remembering to say 'sister' and not 'wife' since she didn't know who she was talking to. "My name is Anna Ross." "Oh, Anna! I see your name here on Jordan's file. You're his emergency contact and medical decision maker." Since Anna was Jordan's medical decision maker, this meant, according to the clinic rules, that Vanessa could discuss Jordan's therapy in general terms with Anna without running afoul of client / therapist confidentiality rules. "My name is Vanessa Crosby. Dr. Green recommended me to Jordan. I'm a therapist here to help Jordan over the next month and a half or so," Vanessa said, referring to the period before and just after Jordan was to receive breast augmentation surgery by Dr. Green. "That's wonderful!" said Anna, thinking how wonderful this was. "You are absolutely correct, it will only take about a month and a half and then all this will be over," said Anna, referring to the time it would take to complete her employee training in Utah. "I'm so glad you agree," said Vanessa. "When we talked, it was clear that Jordan was very stressed about being away from you and dressing as a woman. I'm just helping Jordan to relax and accept his current situation better, understanding that it won't be much longer until everything is set right." "Oh, thank you, Dr. Crosby," Anna said. "And Jordan is okay?" "Our first session went very well. I think Jordan is already much happier and more confident. We'll be meeting again next week." "Well, I think this is just super!" Anna said, pleased. She had been so worried that Jordan would become more and more depressed and angry at having to continue the deception until Anna's training was over. It was such a relief that he was getting professional help. "At the next session," Anna continued, "would you please tell Jordan from me that I think these sessions with you are a great idea? And also tell... uh... *her* to be sure and follow all of your instructions to the letter." "I certainly will," Vanessa smiled. 'It's always so much nicer when everyone is on the same page,' the therapist thought to herself. "Where is Jordan now, do you know?" asked Anna. "Oh, yes. Angela Coleman took Jordan home last night. I think they spent the night at Angela's place. Oh! And they're going to a party today for Angela's niece, Isabella." "Well, that sounds like fun," said Anna. "I suppose, if you don't mind an army of four-year-olds running around like little maniacs!" Vanessa laughed. "Well, I'm glad that Jordan and Angela are together and doing something fun," said Anna. "I was worried. This is the first time we've been apart in years." "Jordan is lucky to have such a devoted sister," Vanessa said. * * * Angela and Jordan arrived at 'Kidstart Toys' to find presents for Bella. "Wait for us," Angela told the cabbie. "Really?" Jordan asked, as they walked into the store. Angela shrugged. "Matt will pay for the cab when I arrive. He's loaded. He doesn't mind. Now let's get you changed!" Jordan and Angela went into the ladies' room. Even though he had been in the women's restroom at the stadium, consciously stepping into the wrong door was still a difficult one for Jordan. Angela turned Jordan away from her and unzipped him. Jordan shrugged out of his spoiled, green, A-Line dress. It slipped to the floor. "I also got you this," Angela said, handing Jordan a tiny fragment of stretchy, light-pink fabric. "What is this?" "A thong! You can't wear panties with this dress, you'll have VPL for sure. You've worn a thong before, right?" "Oh, ah, sure," Jordan said. "Of course I have." Jordan was stricken with panic. He couldn't change his panties in front of Angela! She'd see he was taped up for sure! Shit.... what to do? "I... I need to go to the toilet first," Jordan said, ducking into the stall. "Okay. Just don't dawdle! We're on a schedule!" Safe in the stall, Jordan took down his panties and sat on the toilet seat and inspected the thong. It was a small triangle attached to two strips of fabric. 'What am I getting myself into?' he freaked. Jordan used his time on the toilet seat to adjust the tape between his legs. Trying his best to scrunch it together so it would be hidden when the thong was on. Finally, he stood up and put on the thong. It seemed to fit. He felt around and couldn't feel any pieces of tape sticking out. "Well, now or never," he took a deep breath and flushed the toilet so it would seem like he had actually used it. Jordan stepped out of the stall, and oh! the thong slipped up between his ass cheeks, caressing him in places Jordan had never been touched before by underwear. 'Oh... that's a bit too... intimate,' he thought to himself, taking awkward steps and wiggling his bottom. 'Am I going to be feeling this all day long?' Fortunately, Angela was so focused on the time that she didn't even look at Jordan, but just took the white dress off the hanger and held it open. "You'll love this, I promise," she said. Jordan dove into the dress and Angela helped him pull it down. It was so tight! It slipped down his body and legs like a sheath, caressing every inch of skin along the way. Once they finally pulled it over his bottom, the fabric stretched to accommodate and hug his every curve. Angela fussed with the polo-shirt collar. "Oh..." Jordan said, his eyes wide. It was borderline slut, he thought. The dress was so tight it was almost painted on. And it accentuated his body all the way from about two inches below his crotch, around the curves of his ass (which now looked amazingly firm and round and plump, thanks in part to the corset) over his thin waist and over and around the curves of his breasts which now looked absolutely gi-normous. The top had a soft collar with a plunging neckline which showed his natural cleavage which was plumped up thanks to the breast forms (now glued in place - he couldn't remove them even if he wanted to), with Angela's bra and the corset. "I know!" Angela said, mistaking Jordan's shocked expression for approval. "Isn't it amazing! Of course, it's too tight for me, but on you it looks fan-fucking-tastic! Oops! Language!" she corrected herself. "I love the collar. It gives it a sporty-tennis dress feeling, doesn't it?" "It does," Jordan admitted. 'But what about the slutty short skirt??' he wanted to ask. "But... don't you think..." he hesitated. "I'm worried it's too short for a four-year-old's birthday party, don't you think?" Jordan for the life of him couldn't possibly imaging going out in public in such a dress. "Naah," Angela brushed off his concerns. "All the football wives and their children will be there. They'll all be dressed like this. You'll see." "Oh. Okay," Jordan sighed. It was clear that nothing he could say would change Angela's mind. And besides, his other dress was ruined so there wasn't anything he could do. How was it that Angela always seemed to get her way? The two walked out of the bathroom and started shopping for Bella. As he walked, the thong slipped deeper into his ass, making Jordan walk with an exaggerated sway to his hips. That, by itself, would have been okay, but after just a few more steps he felt the dress ride up. It was so tight, that just the movement of his legs caused the skirt to bunch up. "The dress..." Jordan tugged at Angela's sleeve. "It's riding up," he whispered. "Oh, yeah. It does that. You'll just have to pull it down." Jordan pulled down the dress back in place. But then, after a few more steps, it rose back up again. "Try taking smaller steps," suggested Angela. Jordan pulled down the dress again and concentrated on small, mincing steps. It seemed to help. "See? No problem," Angela smiled. "And besides, even if you have to pull the dress down occasionally, guys *love* that. It's a great flirting gesture." 'Just what I need,' Jordan thought glumly, tugging the dress down again. 'Something else to be even more attractive to men.' Jordan clicked through the store with small steps on his high heels and tight white dress following Angela. The heels were taller than he was used to, so the small steps were probably a good idea anyway. He felt the stress on his arches and calves as he walked in the heels. 'Heel- toe, heel-toe, lean back, small steps, don't rush' he ran through his mental reminders. He was glad he had gotten walking lessons from Anna! At least his steps were reasonably feminine, he thought. "Ooh! Perfect," Angela said. "I'll get Bella a pair of these fairy wings. She'll love these. What are you going to get her, Jordan?" "I don't know. Maybe a necklace? Is four-years-old too young for a necklace?" "Of course not. She wears necklaces. Matt and the nanny just make sure she doesn't wear them to bed. Let's go check 'em out." Angela and Jordan went to the jewelry counter. "May I help you?" the lady at the counter asked. "I'd like to buy a necklace for a young girl," Jordan said. "Any idea what kind?" The saleslady looked at Jordan. 'Wow, her dress is really short and cute,' she thought to herself, enviously. 'I wish I was going to that party!' "Maybe a heart?" Jordan asked. "Little girls like hearts, right?" "Well, we have this design," she pulled out a box for Jordan to see. "It's a pink enamel heart on a silver background, with a thick silver chain." Jordan looked at the necklace. It seemed like the sort of thing a little girl would like. "How much?" he asked. "$35 dollars. It's sterling silver." "She'll get it!" Angela announced. "It's perfect." * * * "Jason? Are you okay? I haven't heard from you in days." Anna was on the phone to Jason, who was still at work, on a Sunday, searching for a new job for Jordan. He had sent out dozens and dozens of e-mails so far. "Anna!" Jason said, feeling huge waves of guilt at hearing her voice. Jason was really hoping to have found a way to fix all of Jordan's problems before he had to talk to Anna. "I've been spending all of my time trying to find a new job for Jordan," Jason said. "I've been hitting up the job boards and leveraging every contact I have." "Any luck?" "A few leads, a couple of which are near your bank job, so that would be nice. But nothing firm yet. Listen, Anna, I..." Jason bit his lip, but then decided he must continue, "I want to apologize, from the bottom of my heart." "Apologize for what? I know it's hard to find a job for Jordan's skills. These things take time. Besides which, we have some time. Jordan's seeing a therapist at the clinic, Vanessa Crosby, do you know her? And she's helping him to relax with being a woman until my training is over and I'm back in Arizona." "What? Vanessa Crosby?" the name was completely new to Jason. "No, Anna, that's not what I meant. I want to apologize for Jordan's stay at the clinic, and Dr. Green. I... I had no idea what all would happen." Of course, Jason was referring to the Adam's apple shave and the voice surgery. "Oh that. Jason, please don't worry about it," Anna said, thinking that Jason was referring to Jordan's bad illness in the clinic. "It's not your fault. In a way, I'm glad Jordan was at the clinic where he could have the best care. I've had a long talk with Dr. Green and I'm in full agreement with Jordan's treatment. "But what about the procedures? You don't mind them?" Again, Jason was referring to Jordan's throat surgeries. "Well, he is definitely more feminine," Anna said, thinking that Jason was referring to Jordan's hair removal procedures, "and I suppose it is permanent, isn't it?" "Yes, I think it is," Jason said, glumly thinking of his friend having to live with a high, feminine voice for the rest of his life. "But I think it's all fine," Anna said, again referring to Jordan's hair removal. "In fact, I think I like him better like this." "Really??" Jason was shocked. "Sure. Jordan's still my husband. Now he, well, she," Anna giggled, "is just, you know, even more special to me. To be honest, just between you and me? It turns me on a little. Swear you won't ever tell Jordan." Angela thought about sleeping with Jordan and his smooth, hairless body. It was definitely sexy, she thought. Jordan hadn't been an especially hirsute man before anyway. "Oh, Anna, I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear you say that," Jason said. "I promise I won't tell Jordan. He *is* special, isn't he... I mean she? Maybe we should be using feminine pronouns for now. We've put him... uh... her through hell, and he... uh... I mean *she* is still soldering on." "Yes," Anna agreed. "We'll need to think of something super special to do for... her... when all this is over." "Agreed. Have you talked to Jordan?" Jason asked. "No, I haven't. I called Angela's place, but there was no answer. I think Angela is taking him to a party." "A party?" Jason said, suddenly feeling cold pricklies. "What party?" "Oh, apparently it's a party for her niece, Isabella, you know, the daughter of the Cardinal's quarterback." "Jordan is going to a party at MATT COLEMAN's place??" Jason asked, in full panic mode now. "Sure, what's wrong?" "Anna, haven't you heard? Jordan was seen with Matt Coleman on Sports Center!! If he goes to a party at Matt Coleman's place, then this all goes from bad to way, WAY worse! Can you imagine what a circus this would be if the media got involved??" "Oh god, no! Jason! You have to stop it!" "I will! I promise. I have Angela's cell phone number. I'll call her right now." * * * "Hello?" Angela was on her cell phone. "Hello? Can you call back?" Angela looked at the phone. "Bad connection," she explained. "There's not good service out here." Angela and Jordan were in the taxi, on their way to the party. Matt Coleman lived in an exclusive neighborhood up in the mountains on the far outskirts of the town, right next to the national park. Jordan was feeling relaxed, confident, and ready for the party. It was probably thanks to Angela's pills which seemed to be finally kicking in. "Who was it?" Jordan asked. "It was Jason," Angela said. "What did he want?" "I don't know. He sounded weird. I hope he's okay." The phone rang again. "Hey Jason," Angela spoke. "Yeah, that's better. What? Oh, okay." Angela turned to Jordan. "It's for you," she said, handing the phone over. Just then, the cab turned left into a valley drive between two hills. "Hello Jason? Hey, what's up?" Jordan struggled to hear his friend through the static. "I'm sorry, you're breaking up. There's really bad service here." Jordan listened for a second. "It dropped," he said, looking at the phone. "Don't the people here need good cell phone service?" "It's my cheap provider," explained Angela. "The other providers have better service." Jordan was agog at the size of the houses they were passing. Each one had an enormous lawn and a three-car garage. The driveways had lots of BMWs, Mercedes, and Escalades. "Just wait'll you see Matt's place," Angela said, grinning. The cab pulled up to a gate with two uniformed security guards. "Hey Ted!" Angela greeted the guard. "Angela!" he replied, expansively. "So good to see you again! How's it hanging?" "Oh, you know, same 'ol, same 'ol. Let me introduce you to my bestie- friend and totally coolest boss, Jordan!" The phone rang again. "Hi Ted!" Jordan rolled down the window and waved. Jordan looked at the phone. Angela's relaxation pills were really starting to kick in by now and he was getting that happy, relaxed, easy-going attitude he remembered from last time. 'Must not drink alcohol,' he thought to himself, but in such a way that he worried he might forget. The phone rang again. "You better answer that," grinned Ted. "Maybe it's your lover calling, wondering why you're going to a fancy party in the hills!" "It's not her lover," Angela laughed. "All her lovers are already at the party!" "Well, I better let you in, then!" Ted motioned to the other guard who opened the gate with a press of the button. Jordan finally answered the phone. "Jason?" he asked. "Hey, can we talk later? I'm just about to arrive at a party that Angela's taking me to." "Jordan!" Jason was in full-on panic mode. "Don't go! You can't go to the party!" "What's that?" Jordan had mostly heard just static, with the word 'party' at the end. Just then, the car crested the hill. "Oh my god," Jordan said, looking at the gorgeous view of Phoenix and the mountains which opened up before them. "Told ya," Angela said, grinning and playfully punching Jordan in the arm. "Jordan!" Jason said on the phone. "Jason? Hey, I think we finally have a good signal." The car drove up the drive way, curving its way up to the main entrance. "Jordan! You can't go to the party! Get out of there! I saw your picture with Matt Coleman on Sports Center!" "WHAT???" Jordan said. "I was on Sports Center?? Are you kidding me?" Angela looked over, surprised and delighted. "Yes! And if you go to the party it's going to be a circus! The media will get hold of this and your picture is going to be everywhere! 24x7! They called you the 'New Mrs. Coleman!!' You have to get out of there!!" Just then the door to the taxi opened. Jordan felt cool air on his bare legs. "Jordan? Welcome to my home." Jordan looked up. There was Matt Coleman, with his mother, RoseMarie, behind him. Matt was looking down at Jordan and holding out his hand to help him out of the cab. * * * End of Chapter 15