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Halloween For Life - Chapter 23 (A Fan Fiction Continuation)
Beware of Being Too Trusting
Friday Morning:
Jordan woke up when he heard the front door close. "Angela?" he called
out.
Jordan got out of bed, wincing as his heavy breasts pulled at his skin,
and padded down the hallway to peek into Angela's bedroom. She was
already gone for the day, this relieved Jordan a little.
"Weird," Jordan thought, as he swallowed his white pill from Dr. Green.
"Is she avoiding me?"
Jordan put the pink pill under his tongue to dissolve. Looking in the
bottle, he realized they were all gone. "Excellent!" he thought. "I'm
finally done with those!"
* * *
As Jordan got his shower that morning, he felt that something was
definitely wrong with his breasts.
In addition to feeling warm and sore (like they had for days now), they
now also felt itchy and hot. This was intensely frustrating, because he
couldn't scratch underneath since they were still glued on. They were
also becoming less and less comfortable to wear, especially overnight.
"I can't *WAIT* until I get these goddamn things off!" he said, to no one
in particular. Jordan was visibly excited. After all, this was going to
be a GREAT day...the day that Jordan would start taking the steps to
reverse the craziness of this past week and return to being a man for
good again.
Jordan dressed in lingerie, doing his corset up himself. It was so
awkward to do by yourself. Jordan's attempt was a passable job, but much
looser than Anna, Angela or Tiffani would have done. Last night, Jordan
had almost despaired of removing it - he actually wondered if he'd have
to sleep in it all night long. But he was finally able to manage it
before going to bed.
Next, Jordan put on his makeup, everything except for lipstick. Jordan
was definitely becoming addicted to makeup and he knew it. Just another
one of those things he'd have to fix once he got the new job next
Tuesday.
Jordan looked in the closet. This was the first time he had chosen his
own clothes to wear without having a woman there to help him.
"What would Jordan Nicole do?" Jordan asked himself.
Jordan Nicole looked through the closet trying to decide what to wear.
She noticed that all of her dresses seemed to have been freshly washed.
That must have been Angela. Jordan Nicole decided that she must thank
Angela as soon as she saw her again.
After some consideration, Jordan Nicole picked out her 'standard' - the
white floral sundress with the scoop neckline and the cap sleeves that
her sister Anna had originally picked out for her a week ago.
[http://all-womens-dresses.com/wp-content/uploads/parser/white-floral-
sundress-1.jpg]. She then paired it with some dusty-pink heels
[https://ak1.ostkcdn.com/images/products/8300827/P15618332.jpg] which she
felt highlighted the pinks in the flowers of the sundress, and this time
chose a pink purse as well (one that Angela had let her borrow
previously) rather than the white purse which Anna had originally chosen.
Finally, Jordan Nicole put on her lipstick. None of the colors on her
bureau were just right, so she hopped over to Angela's makeup table and
chose a dusty pink color to match her shoes.
"Should I?" Jordan Nicole thought to herself. But then she just shrugged
her shoulders. The color was just such a perfect match. It really
completed the look.
'Angela won't mind,' Jordan Nicole decided as she applied the lipstick,
humming with pleasure. It didn't bother her that the lipstick had an
indentation from Angela's lips on it from repeated use. "I am a beautiful
woman. I love my body." The words repeated in Jordan Nicole's head. "I'll
just make sure to thank Angela later," she vowed.
"Perfect!" Jordan Nicole looked at herself in the mirror, giving her hair
one last brush.
Jordan Nicole applied the perfume that Anna had provided for her last
trip the clinic. It was "Victoria's Secret Angels Only" perfume. 'I
approve' said Angela when she first saw Jordan apply it. 'Now we're both
angels,' Angela had joked. It smelled of freesia, violets, and apple
blossoms. It was the very height of femininity. Jordan Nicole loved it.
It made her feel so lovely and enchanting.
Jordan Nicole applied a second spray, "since I'm going to the clinic to
see Dr. Green today."
But then, the itching in his breasts brought Jordan back down to earth.
"God damn it!" Jordan groaned, pressing the breasts against his chest.
"Aaaagh!" The itching was so bad, he could barely stand it!
"Maybe Angela has something..." Jordan was desperate, so he went into the
bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Jordan inspected the contents
until he found a couple of bottles that looked promising.
Two different types of antihistamines. One of the bottles seemed well
used and worn around the edges, and the other seemed almost brand-new.
Jordan read the instructions from the well-used bottle, took out two
pills (they were white and diamond-shaped) and swallowed them with a
glass of water (leaving a lipstick print on the glass).
He put the bottle into his purse (just in case) and then left the
apartment to walk to work.
As Jordan walked to work, he passed by Bob, construction worker by day,
pizza delivery man by night. Jordan put his head down and tried to walk
quickly past Bob, hoping he wouldn't be recognized.
But, of course, Jordan would have no such luck.
"Hey Baby!" Bob shouted, then gave out a wolf whistle. "Looking good!
That was a great kiss the night before. How 'bout another?"
Jordan, now blushing beat red, just hurried on by, his heels clicking far
too loudly on the concrete sidewalk.
"Maybe next time?" Bob shouted, cackling.
"Maybe *never*," muttered Jordan, feeling hot and embarrassed. "Is this
what women really have to deal with?" he wondered.
* * *
As he got to work that morning, Jordan began to feel funny. The itching
in his breasts seemed about the same, but, oddly, it wasn't bothering him
as much. He felt relaxed. Mellow. Happy.
"I guess that's why they say not to drive heavy machinery after taking
antihistamines," Jordan thought to himself.
Jordan worked through his morning task list and through the e-mails.
There were several messages from Angela, all about routine work items.
None of them contained a hint as to why she was avoiding him.
Finally, it was time to head to the clinic.
"Mr. Johanson?" Jordan popped his head into the CEO's office.
"Jordan!" Ed Johanson hopped out of his chair, grabbing his car keys. "I
was just about to head out for lunch. Walk with me to the parking lot,"
he instructed.
Ed Johanson had planned this carefully. He knew that Jordan would have to
ask for time off, and he had instructed Tiffani to send Jordan to his
office to ask, and he had made sure his keys were handy so he could jump
up when Jordan entered.
Jordan followed Ed Johanson down the hallway.
"Now, how can I help you?" Johanson asked.
"Well, ah, I have an appointment, um... at the clinic? And so I just
wanted to let you know that I'll be away this afternoon. But I should be
able to make up the time tonight, or this weekend."
"Is this the clinic on Glendale avenue?" Of course, Ed Johanson knew very
well which clinic it was.
"Uh, yes, it is."
"I'm headed that way, I'll give you a drive."
"Oh... okay." Jordan was flummoxed. He didn't want to get into any close,
intimate situations with Johanson, but at the same time he couldn't, for
the life of him, think of a good excuse as to why he would take the bus
instead of accepting Johanson's offer.
Besides, Jordan reasoned, it seemed that Mr. Johanson was on his way to
lunch anyway. And if the clinic was on his way... Maybe it was just a
sincere offer to help. Perhaps Jordan was being too suspicious, so Jordan
just ignored his reservations, and accepted the offer the way any guy
would if another guy offered him a ride on his way...not thinking about
how ridiculous that statement actually was.
The two of them walked up to Ed Johanson's light blue Mustang with the
"JHANSN" license plates.
"I thought you drove a white Lexus convertible," Jordan said, remembering
the last time that Johanson had driven him home from the mall with
Rebecca.
"Oh, I do," Johanson said, opening the door for Jordan and then waiting
and watching as Jordan carefully sat down into the seat, put his purse in
his lap, and then rotated his legs into the car. The flash of Jordan's
bare legs and pink heels caused Johanson to take a quick breath. He
reached down and made sure Jordan's sundress was fully in the car before
closing the door and going around to the other side.
Jordan admired the light blue and white interior. It was a gorgeous
classic car, lovingly restored. It must cost a fortune.
"I have something of a car collection at home," Johanson explained, as he
got into the car and closed the door. "I drive the Lexus around town
mostly and save the Mustang for good-weather days."
Of course it was a lie. Johanson had been driving the Mustang ever since
he started to obsess about Jordan, hoping against hope that he'd have an
opportunity to impress her with it. And now here they were!
"Here, let me help you with that seat belt, it can be a bit tricky."
Jordan gave a short 'eep!' as Johanson reached across, fetched the
seatbelt, and snuggly fastened it.
"There!" Johanson said, patting Jordan on the leg and leaving his hand
there for just a fraction too long. "All safe and secure."
"Uh, thank you," Jordan said, feeling trapped and just a little bit
panicky. He had expected just a simple drive to the clinic, but now he
found himself being quickly fondled by Johanson. Again! How did he keep
finding himself in these situations? Clearly Jordan wasn't thinking of
himself yet as a pretty girl in a sundress.
Johanson started the car, enjoying as he always did its throaty roar. He
looked over and smiled at Jordan before pulling out of the parking space.
"I hope that we're still on for the luncheon on Sunday," Johanson said.
"Mrs. Guertin is eager to meet you."
"Well..." Jordan saw an opportunity. "Actually, I think I may bow out, if
that's okay. I... ah..." Jordan struggled to think up an excuse.
"Actually, to be frank, Mr. Johanson, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable
going on a social engagement with my boss."
"Oh but Jordan, this is strictly business," Johanson said smoothly, but
freaking out inside. Jordan was getting cold feet! His plans were
starting to fall apart!
"I know, but it's still something of a social event, and, you know..."
"If it helps, Jason is going to be there too."
"Jason?" Jordan looked at Johanson, surprised. Jason hadn't said anything
about attending the luncheon.
"Yes, of course. So you see, there will be other business people there."
"Well..." Jordan paused, thinking. Perhaps Tiffani and Angela had it
wrong? What if this was merely an innocent meeting with a stockholder?
"Well, okay," Jordan said. "If Jason's going to be there, then I suppose
it would be alright."
"Wonderful!" Johanson said, relieved. Now all I need to do is get Jason
to come, he thought to himself.
* * *
They spent the rest of the time on safer subjects, chatting about the
weather and the most recent Cardinals game. Jordan got lost for a moment
analyzing the game and what had gone wrong with the offense in the second
half.
"I saw on-line that Emmett James practiced yesterday," Jordan continued
as they pulled into the parking lot of the clinic. "I'm glad his injury
wasn't more serious. But then lateral strains are usually not that
serious. Not like turf toe or ACL tears."
As Johanson got out of the car, he just shook his head with amazement.
Jordan was such a beauty and so knowledgeable about football as well! His
appreciation for her just about doubled. He felt a decided stirring.
Meanwhile, Jordan was trying to unbuckle the seatbelt, but without
success. He desperately tried to press the old-fashioned button, but his
long, pink French tipped nails kept getting in the way. Damn it!
Johanson opened his car door and reached in.
"I'll get that for you," Johanson said, reaching across Jordan and
unfastening the buckle, their bodies pressed against each other. "It
sticks. It's a bit tricky."
"Uh, thanks," Jordan Nicole said, accepting Johanson's hand as she
stepped out of the car.
'Oh god, she smells so nice,' was all Johanson could think while not
releasing Jordan's hand. . 'What is that perfume?' He then accompanied
Jordan to the front door of the clinic, all the while still Jordan's
hand.
'We're holding hands! We're holding hands!' Jordan Nicole thought,
frantically, looking down, and just praying that no one would see them.
But Johanson seemed oblivious to Jordan's inner turmoil and just
continued walking and chatting as if there was absolutely nothing wrong.
As they reached the front door of the professional office building,
another problem presented itself. He needed to escape Johanson so that he
could hide out someplace to avoid having to attend his appointment with
Vanessa. After all, the hypnotherapy sessions with RoseMarie had been
more than enough! He *really* didn't want to have to attend even more
sessions with Vanessa.
But Johanson opened the front door to the clinic and ushered Jordan in,
and there just didn't seem to be any opportunity to get away.
Jordan stepped into the large and open waiting room of the clinic. His
heels clicked across the marble floor as they walked, still holding
hands, past the comfy couches and chairs and towards the large fountain
in the middle of the room. Bright afternoon sunlight was streaming in
from the large skylights several stories above.
"Well, thank you so much, Mr. Johanson," Jordan said, finally freeing his
hand. "I really appreciate the drive over, but I can take it from here,"
he said, hoping to get rid of Johanson so that he could then go hide from
Vanessa.
"Are you sure?" Ed Johanson said, looking around the room. "I can wait
with you, if you'd like."
"No! Completely not necessary. I'll be fine."
"Oh, look, here is someone now."
'Damn,' Jordan thought, as a woman approached with an iPad.
"Jordan Ross?" she asked. "I recognized you from last week. Welcome back
to the clinic!"
"Thank you," Jordan said, dryly.
"I'll leave you now," Johanson said, pulling Jordan into an unexpected
(and awkward) hug and a good-bye kiss on the cheek which Jordan returned.
Jordan put his hand to his cheek, feeling Johanson's scratchy beard
stubble. "Call me if you need anything," Johanson smiled.
As Johanson turned to leave, Jordan noticed that he had left a pink lip-
print on Johanson's cheek!
'Oh my god,' Jordan thought to himself, seeing that mark of his
femininity. Jordan knew he should say something, but he was much too
embarrassed to speak up. He wondered what would happen when Johanson got
back to the office and Tiffani saw it. Seeing the lipstick also stirred
some feelings in Jordan, something about lipstick calmed him a little.
"I see that you are right on time for your first appointment with Vanessa
Crosby," said the woman with the iPad. "I'll call her right down!"
"No, that's okay..." Jordan tried to stop her, remembering his goal to
avoid any further meetings.
But the woman had already pulled out a walkie-talkie and was speaking
into it.
"Vanessa Crosby, are you available?"
"Go for Dr. Crosby," Vanessa's voice replied.
"I have Jordan Ross here for you."
"Wonderful! I'll be right down."
Jordan's heart sank. It didn't look like he was going to be able to get
out of his appointment after all.
Jordan rolled his shoulders. His breasts were starting to itch again,
this time much worse than before.
"Could I get some water?" he asked.
"Of course!" The woman walked with Jordan to one side of the waiting area
where a large pitcher of ice water (with lemon slices) was placed on a
table. She poured a glass for Jordan.
Jordan dug out the pills from Angela's medicine cabinet. At first he took
two pills and swallowed them down, but then remembering that they hadn't
seemed to help much with the itching the first time, he decided to take
two more.
"Jordan?"
It was Vanessa, smiling and beckoning Jordan to walk with her. Resigned
to his fate, Jordan followed her across the large waiting room. Vanessa
was quite tall, especially in heels, and this made Jordan (who was
naturally smaller) feel and almost like a child as she led him past the
water fountain (their heels clicking together on the marble floors), past
other women patients and staff chatting away about their procedures (some
with bandages on their noses or other body parts), and finally down a
short hallway and to a room which read 'Private Counselling Room A'.
It was the same room that Vanessa had used previously. Vanessa flipped on
the lights.
"That's a beautiful perfume you have on," Vanessa said, trying to break
the ice. "I remember it from last time."
"Thanks," Jordan blushed. Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to put
on so much perfume that morning, he reflected. Jordan was getting
nervous again, and started feeling an urge to smoke.
"Now please don't be nervous," Vanessa said. "We're just here to talk,
like last time. Okay?"
"Okay." Jordan said, while placing the cap of the lipstick back on and
dropping it into his purse. That was odd, Jordan didn't even remember
reaching for the lipstick, but this chain of thought was interrupted.
"Oh, such a beautiful voice! Don't you love your voice?" Vanessa asked.
"I do! I do love my voice! And...I am a beautiful... woman, I love my
body." Jordan said, smiling broadly. It was as if the words bubbled up
unbidden from his subconscious. Normally Jordan would have questioned
his unreserved response, but the quadruple-dose of Angela's pills was
just starting to kick in, and the consequences of verbalizing aloud the
anti-smoking mantra at this clinic was completely lost on Jordan in this
state of mind.
Vanessa smiled. It was clear that her suggestions from the previous
session had taken hold. Vanessa also realize how attentive Jordan was
with re-applying make-up impulsively, and made a note that she could use
this behavior to help further re-enforce the treatments.
"Now here, have a seat and get comfortable," Vanessa led Jordan over to
the psychiatrist's couch. Jordan smoothed down his sundress before lying
down. The cushions were soft and comfortable. Jordan rested his head
against the pillow and relaxed his legs, facing wall like before.
Vanessa lowered the lights.
After some flipping of pages, Jordan heard Vanessa sit down in the chair
behind him. As Jordan waited for the session begin, the itching in his
breasts increased.
"Are you okay, Jordan?" Vanessa asked, seeing Jordan rolling his
shoulders.
"My breasts..." Jordan moaned. His mind was in a fog. "They... hurt."
Jordan placed his hands on his breasts and moved them around, desperately
trying to reduce the itching.
Vanessa consulted Jordan's folder. Ah! She saw it now. Jordan was getting
implants this afternoon. Clearly she was nervous about the procedure.
"Well, I think we can take care of that, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good. Let's begin."
* * *
"Jordan Nicole? Our session is over, honey."
Jordan Nicole opened her eyes to Dr. Crosby's smiling face.
"Did I do okay?" Jordan Nicole asked.
"Oh, honey," Vanessa smiled, "you did *very* well. Now, you need to get
up so we can get you to your appointment with Dr. Green."
"My breasts, they feel better."
"Yes. I gave you a suggestion which should make them feel better."
Vanessa led Jordan Nicole from the private counseling room.
"Thank you, Dr. Crosby," Jordan Nicole said, as they walked to the
Elevator. The pills were nearly at full strength now. Jordan Nicole felt
almost completely disconnected from her body as she stood next to Dr.
Crosby in the elevator. She felt beyond mellow to nearly catatonic. She
also wanted to smoke, and reached for the lipstick again, but couldn't
help herself. Jordan was acting on autopilot now, and everything was
fading into a disoriented dreamlike cloud.
"I'm afraid it's only temporary," Dr. Crosby explained. "I'm afraid you
may be having some sort of bad reaction to your breast forms! But Dr.
Green should be able to sort you out."
"I hope so," Jordan Nicole said. Even now, as she began to wake up more,
the itching was starting to come back. As they walked, it started to get
worse and worse. 'I really need Dr. Green's help now!' Jordan Nicole
thought dumbly to herself.
Finally, the elevator stopped at the second floor and they walked to Dr.
Green's office.
"How's my favorite patient today!" Dr. Green warmly greeted Jordan with a
hug.
"I need new breasts!" Jordan Nicole said, plaintively gesturing to her
chest.
Of course Dr. Green knew that Jordan was here for new implants, but he
hadn't expected such a blunt statement.
"There's something wrong with her breast forms," Dr. Crosby explained.
"Itching!!" Jordan Nicole said, grasping her breasts and working them
around in circles, trying desperately to ease the itch. The pills had
completely eliminated all of her public filters.
"Okay, Jordan," Dr. Green said.
"Oh, she likes to be called 'Jordan Nicole' now," said Vanessa Crosby.
"Oh! Okay. Jordan Nicole?"
"Yes, Dr. Green?"
"I will take care of your breasts just as quickly as I can, but I need to
ask you some quick questions, first, okay?"
"Okay," Jordan Nicole could barely think straight the pills were so
strong.
"I'll leave you now, Jordan Nicole," Vanessa gave her a hug and a kiss on
the cheek before leaving.
Dr. Green sat Jordan down and pulled out her file.
"Now, of course you're here to get new breasts," Dr. Green said.
"Yes," Jordan Nicole replied, thinking that Dr. Green was referring to
new breast forms. After all, Anna had talked to Dr. Green and they had
set everything up, and Jordan trusted Anna fully.
"Very good. And I see that you've already discussed size and shape and
placement with my staff. So, we're looking at a tear-drop shaped form,
size D, made of silicone. Is that your understanding?"
"Yes, sounds good." Between the itching and the pills, Jordan Nicole was
having an extremely difficult time concentrating.
"Now, in terms of placement, there are many options and with many
different pros and cons--"
"Please, Dr. Green," Jordan Nicole interrupted, "whatever you feel is
best."
"Okay," Dr. Green said. He noted 'sub-glandular placement' on the form.
That would go best with the teardrop-shaped form and would mean the
fastest possible recovery time. With luck, Jordan would be able to go out
and about as early as Sunday. Since Dr. Green was aware that the ACS Gala
was coming up fast and that Jordan would probably be going to the Gala,
other implant placements would take much more recovery time and therefore
would be out of the question.
"Now, one last question."
"Please Doctor," Jordan moaned, feeling that something was very, very
wrong with his breasts.
"This will only take a second. I see that you are wearing a corset. Is
this to obtain a more feminine figure?"
"Yes..." The itching in his breasts had turned to fire.
"Well, I'm sure that wearing a corset all the time must be very
uncomfortable! I can help you achieve that with a lot less fuss. Would
you like that?"
"Oh, yes! That would be wonderful!"
"It's a simple procedure called 'trunk liposuction'. We remove the fat
cells and so fat is forced to grow elsewhere. That in combination with
the female hormones you've will give you a wonderfully feminine figure,
and it will be permanent. Is that what you want?"
But Jordan wasn't listening. The burning in his breasts had become
overwhelming.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever you recommend."
"You'll need to sign, of course..." Dr. Green held out a couple of forms.
Jordan frantically snatched a pen and signed in the two places (on two
forms) where indicated.
"Now please, Doctor, I... I...!!!"
Suddenly Jordan was having trouble breathing. He slipped off the chair.
"Oh shit, it's anaphylaxis!" Dr. Green cursed, finally realizing what was
going on. "NURSE!" He shouted. "GET SOME EPINEPHRINE - STAT!! AND GET A
WHEELCHAIR!"
Dr. Green knelt next to Jordan, and helped her to lay on the ground.
"Well Jordan, I was going to talk a little more about the procedure and
show you where the incisions would be, but I guess we'll just have to go
right to into surgery."
But Jordan, his brain fogged up by pills and pain, didn't comprehend a
thing.
* * *
The next half hour was filled with confusing images. Jordan remember the
sting of the needle as he was injected with the epinephrine and he was
finally able to breathe again. Then he remembered being wheeled down the
elevator, through the lobby, and then through some double doors into a
large area with a lot of rooms.
"Hey... haven't I been here before?" Jordan mumbled, thickly. The place
was familiar on the one hand, but on the other it seemed like Jordan had
not been here in over a year. "Is this the..."
But before he could think of what it could be, Jordan was wheeled to some
desk, where someone said "5C".
"Oh, it's the yellow corridor again," Jordan said, reaching out with his
hands. But then someone put his hands back into his lap.
"I have a bracelet again," Jordan thought, looking at his wrist. "An
orange bracelet. An o-range brace-ce-let," he said in a child's silly
voice. For some reason it seemed really funny that he had an orange
bracelet on. He looked at it closely. It said "Jordan Nicole Ross."
"Jordan Nicole," he mumbled. "What a pretty name. I wonder whose it is?"
"Hey!" Someone had pinched his wrist. And then he felt something cold and
then someone taped something to it. "They must have to replenish my
liquids after the allergic reaction," Jordan reasoned.
Jordan was moving again, this time with a stand holding a hanging bag of
liquid. The two of them clattered down the hallway together, going
through double doors and down hallways with yellow stripes on the floor.
"Nurses," Jordan said, recognizing Jessie from before. "Hi Jessie!" he
waved. Jessie smiled at Jordan and put a surgical bonnet on his head.
"This seems so familiar..." Jordan thought to himself. But before he
could remember why, he felt himself being lifted... lifted... lifted, and
then gently placed onto a cold table.
"Those are bright lights," Jordan said looking up at the round lights in
the ceiling.
"Close your eyes," said Jessie.
"Oakie dokie," Jordan answered. He felt relaxed and safe. He was glad to
be in bed so he could recover. Man those pills really had done him for a
loop.
Jordan felt people working around him arranging things. Silver trays with
silverware and whatnot. Someone slipped something around his arm which
squeezed.
"Now just relax," Jordan heard Dr. Green and his soothing voice. Someone
put a clear plastic mask over his face. "And breath normally."
Jordan opened his eyes to see Dr. Green in his hospital scrubs. Dr. Green
picked up a bottle of solvent.
"Now, let's get these nasty breast forms off of you, shall we?"
"Yes, please..." Jordan said, breathing normally through the mask.
"So then we can give you your brand-new implants," Dr. Green continued,
dabbing the solvent at the corner of Jordan's breast.
"Wait... what?" Jordan said in total shock.
But before he could hear the answer, Jordan was blacking out.
END Chapter 23
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