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Halloween For Life (A Fan Fiction Continuation) Chapter 25 Lunch Dates? "Nicole." The voice was soft and musical. Who was 'Nicole' ? And why was someone calling for her? "Ni-ico-ole." "Ohhhmmmm, nice," Jordan responded as he felt soft lips on his. He opened his eyes to see his wife, Anna, smiling down at him. "Oh, Anna..." Jordan sighed, "I love you." "I love you too, Nicole," Anna said. 'Nicole, who's that?' Jordan wondered. But then he remembered. Am I really Nicole? he wondered for a moment. But then Anna was kissing him again and the two luxuriated for a moment in warm wet lips and tongues. "Anna?" Jordan asked. "Yes?" "Could you, I mean, would you?" Jordan raised his eyebrows and nodded towards the bed. "Nicole! No! We are very busy this morning! I'm sorry but we just don't have time." * * * Jordan felt much better on the second day after surgery. Most of the sharp pains were gone, replaced by a dull ache which nearly went away with some pain pills. "There's three more bottles of pills," Anna said. "What?" "Three more bottles of pills in the bag from Dr. Green. I think this first one is an antibiotic." Jordan obediently took the pill with some water. "And now, this one," Anna gave Jordan a white pill. Jordan took it and swallowed it down. "I have no idea what that one was for. And finally, there's this pink one. It says to put it under your tongue and let it dissolve." "Not again!" Jordan said. "What?" "It's the same pills I had from my first visit to the clinic. I'm not going to take them any more." "Nicole! You just had major surgery! You are going to do every last thing that Dr. Green says you need to do!" "Fine," Jordan groused accepting the pill and putting it under his tongue. He thought he was done with these pills! But now he had a second set of bottles, and this time it looked like they were much larger. He'd be taking them for a long time to come. * * * "Anna, it's way too short!" Jordan whined. It had been a long morning of trying on dresses at an upscale dress shop and being called 'Nicole' by Anna. She seemed to be saying 'Nicole' at every opportunity. "Nonsense," Anna said. "It's perfect, Nicole! It makes you look absolutely, heartbreakingly adorable. And look, the neckline and waistline cover your support garments perfectly." [See: http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/adrianna-papell-lace-overlay-sheath-dress- regular-petite/4534575] "That's true," Jordan said. But the lace dress was just so feminine! With his new breasts and this dress... there would be no trace of male left at all. "And look at these shoes, aren't they *fabulous*?" Anna asked, picking up a pair of cream-colored strappy heels. [https://www.pinterest.com/pin/284712007666794449/] "You have *got* to be kidding," Jordan gasped. "Those heels are much too high! And that flower! It looks... it looks...so... so girly!" "Exactly, Nicole!" Anna agreed. "They're perfect! We want you as feminine as possible for Johanson. Not that you need much help. You have the waist and breast measurements of a model! Seriously! Anyway, we want you to be the perfect image of an innocent, wide-eyed, beautiful luncheon date for him. Someone who will fit in with high-society but look vulnerable and sexy at the same time." "Please, Anna," Jordan begged one last time. "Please... I just want to wear something simple. Not so short. Okay, I know I need to wear a dress and everything, but can't it be less--" "No, it can't," Anna interrupted. "Listen, Nicole, you have to trust me. You do trust me, don't you?" "Of course, Anna!" "Well then, this outfit is perfect. Now let's check out. We're already running late for your makeover." * * * "Hi, I'm Heather... wait, don't we know each other?" "Yes, uh, Hi! Heather," Jordan said. "I came here almost two weeks ago. You were my stylist then." "I remember! You're Jordan, right?" Jordan saw Anna looking at him. "Ah... actually, I'm 'Nicole' now," Jordan said. "I'm trying to go by my middle name." "Well, no wonder! Nicole is such a beautiful name. And you're her sister, right? Heather turned to Anna smiled warmly. "You were both here right before Halloween, wasn't it?" "That's right," Jordan said. "It seems like it's been Halloween forever." "What?" Heather asked, confused. "Nothing." I just hope it's not truly forever, Jordan thought to himself. He shivered as if a ghostly premonition of a lifetime in dresses and salons passed through his body. * * * "This looks ridiculous. I look ridiculous." "No you don't, you look amazing," Anna assured her "sister." "Anna, look at me!" Anna and Jordan Nicole were standing in front of the full-length mirror at the Salon. Their hair, makeup and nails were complete. Both had gone to a private room in back and had dressed in their new dresses and shoes. Jordan Nicole stood in her flirty high heels and looked at her image in the pink lace dress. "My hair..." Jordan Nicole said. "It's so long!" Heather had washed and touched up Jordan's roots and then added hair extensions. Nicole's hair now fell down to her breasts, with bountiful soft curls. There was so much hair that it weighed heavily on Jordan Nicole's head. Her every movement caused it to flow around her face and cover her eyes. It was annoying. "It's beautiful," Anna assured her husband. "You're beautiful. You've gone from being cute and adorable to being a true heartbreaker." "But these nails!" Nicole held up her nails. The nail stylist had added longer extensions. "They are so long!" "Almost three-quarters of an inch," Anna grinned. "Aren't they amazing!" "But... but..." The nails were painted a bright pink which went spectacularly with the outfit. "Now Nicole, promise me you'll take care of your nails, okay? You can't use them to grip anything. You have to keep them out of the way with everything that you do! If you need help to do something, ask me or Angela, okay? " "Am I going to be an invalid with these nails? Anna, stop! I don't want nails this long! Please, can't I just cut them off?" "NO!" Anna cried horrified. "Listen, Jordan," she whispered, urgently. "We have to make you look as feminine and approachable as possible, do you understand? You have to be exactly the beautiful, delicate thing that Johanson wants you to be - only then will he relax and start to trust you so we can get his confession. Do you understand?" "Yes, Anna," Jordan said, feeling sour. Was it really worth it? Long nails? Long hair? Makeup every day? "Do you want to get your old body back or not?" Anna asked. "Yes, *please*." "Well, then, will you trust me and do what I say... *Nicole*?" "Yes, Anna." "Promise me, Nicole." "I promise," Jordan looked at his wife. "I... I promise to trust you and do what you say." Jordan wasn't loving Anna right now, feeling the pressure she was putting on him to be the perfect little woman for Johanson. "And who are you?" "I am Nicole," Jordan said. Jordan felt a stray thought enter his head. Jordan... Jordan Nicole... Nicole. "I am Nicole," Jordan repeated, as if on auto-pilot. "I love being Nicole. My name is Nicole Ross." 'Where did that come from??' Jordan wondered. He thought back to Vanessa's hypnotherapy. Was this something Vanessa had programmed? "And who am I?" "You are Anna, my sister." "And how are you feeling?" They had rehearsed this briefly in the car ride over to the salon. "Oh, I'm amazing!" Nicole said, subtly thrusting her chest forward. "I'm feeling better than ever! I just had a little work done at the clinic, and I'm so glad I did. I just feel so much more like myself. That's why I changed my name to Nicole, because I feel like an entirely new person now!" "Well, that's spreading it on a little thick," Anna chuckled. "But it should work. Now let's go. We have one more stop to make before we go to the luncheon." * * * "How about a watch recorder? This is our 'Diamond Lady Recorder'." The man behind the counter at 'Spy Gadgets 'R' Us' held up a pink, diamond studded watch [See http://www.spytechs.com/Voice-Recorders/watch- diamond-lady.htm ]. "Oh!" Anna picked up the watch, inspecting it. "These are fake?" "Of course. Cubic Zirconium." "I love it. How much?" "Cheap. $150." "A hundred and fifty dollars??" Jordan was aghast. So much? He brushed back his hair (those damn extensions!) which had fallen into his face again. Anna saw him do it and just grinned. Fixing your hair was *such* a flirting gesture, and here Nicole was doing it automatically! "How long can it record?" Anna asked. "Over four hours." "Sold." The man rang up Anna's credit card while she took the watch out of the package and put it on Jordan. "This is perfect, Nicole!" Anna enthused. "No wires or anything. You just wear a watch. Just make sure that it's on when you and Johanson are speaking. And look, it's pink! It matches your outfit!" * * * "Should I turn it on?" Jordan whispered. "Yes!" Anna hissed. "It can record over four hours. Just turn it on." "Are you sure?" Anna just looked at Jordan, annoyed. Jordan fumbled with the buttons but managed to press the right button to turn on the record feature. "What are you two whispering about?" Jason asked, entering the foyer and handing his coat to the butler. "Nothing!" Anna trilled. "Is this about Jordan's--" "Call her Nicole," Anna interrupted him. "She's Nicole now." "Nicole?" Jason asked, surprised. "You mean like... 'Nicole?'" Jason was confused, and concerned. Was this part of an inside joke? Was this what Jordan REALLY wanted...for real???? And how the hell would he....she ever expect to get away with this? The goal should be to bring less, not more attention to Jordan and this whole fucked up situation. Jordan looked at Jason, embarrassed. Of course Jordan knew, or thought he knew, exactly what Jason was referring to when he said 'Nicole' - since that's how they used to refer to all the little hotties they saw. Never would Jordan have figured out the other levels of Jason's perplexed thoughts. "I'll explain it to you later," Jordan said, feeling hot and uncomfortable. The three were waiting inside the oval entry way of a large, historic mansion. A staircase of dark wood and brass railings curved gracefully up the side of the room. The floor was made of inlaid marble tiles woven into spiral checkboard pattern. Well used antique furniture and freshly watered ferns decorated the room. [see https://cdn2.vox- cdn.com/thumbor/xNyv9bHOD9s_XC2HQA33Ukqp_MY=/0x600/cdn0.vox- cdn.com/uploads/chorus_asset/file/5442409/walk_Gray-Craig-Mansion- 381.0.jpeg ] Jason looked at Jordan nervously. He couldn't believe that this delicate creature was his friend! With the dress, the long hair, the makeover, and her new breasts, Jason almost didn't recognize him anymore. Jason began to seriously despair that his long-time friend would ever be able to return to life as a man. And how was Jordan going to do the interview on Tuesday? Everything was looking so hopeless! "Jason! So glad that you've made it." Johanson entered the foyer from the living room and shook Jason's hand. "And who are these two lovely ladies?" he asked. "Mr. Johanson, may I introduce my... uh..." Jason coughed, "my girlfriend, Anna." "Pleasure to meet you," Johanson said, warmly shaking Anna's hand and giving her a peck on the cheek. Anna appraised her foe. Anna had been expecting someone older and more like a dirty old man. Johanson was more attractive than she had expected, with an easy grin. "And you must know who this is," Jason continued. "This is Jordan." "No!" Johanson looked at Jordan, astonished. "Jordan? Really? You look... incredible." Jordan shifted from foot to foot in his high heels, nervously brushing his new, heavy hair away from his eyes. Anna gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. Johanson pulled Jordan into a full-body hug, his arm circling Jordan's waist, which he held for a few moments before kissing Jordan on the cheek and letting her go. "Thank you sir," Jordan said, coyly casting his eyes downward like Anna had taught him that morning. "Although, if you don't mind? I'd like to be called 'Nicole' now." "Nicole?" Johanson said, delighted. "What a beautiful name! But why?" "Well, sir--" and at this point, Jordan realized how ridiculous and nearly impossible explaining a name change was going to be. Clearly Anna had not thought this through too well, fortunately, Mr. Johanson let him off the hook this time. "Please, *Nicole*, call me 'Edward'." "Of course, um, Edward. You see, Nicole is my middle name and... um... It was the name I was known for back in Maine, where I grew up? I switched to Jordan when I came to Phoenix because I thought it was a better name for a manager? But now... I think I want to switch back. Does that make sense? Edward?" Damn it, Jordan winced to himself. Why are all of my sentences ending with a fucking question mark? I really am starting to act like a Nicole. A stray thought entered his head. Was this Vanessa's doing? Jordan glanced at Anna, who just grinned back. The two of them had concocted the explanation just that morning. "Of course it does!" Johanson said, with an encouraging smile. Of course Johanson wasn't fooled by the made-up story at all. He knew that Jordan was transitioning and that was the real reason she was switching her name to Nicole. But he was more than happy to play along. "And who is this vision I see before me?" A grand dame dressed in a swept into the room. She was wearing black pumps, and was wearing an elegant dress of large blue roses on a grey background. She had white gloves, pearls, a brooch, and a light-blue hat with a wide brim. "This, Rebecca, is Jordan -- I'm sorry -- *Nicole* Ross." Johanson did the introduction. "Our newest employee. She's our manufacturing director and is quite accomplished." "Oh, Eddy!" Rebecca said, placing a hand on Johanson's arm. "She is *such* a darling!" Rebecca stepped forward and grasped Jordan's hands in her own. "Miss Ross, it is *such* a pleasure to meet you, after all that I've heard about you from Edward here. And who are these other people?" "Oh! Mrs. Guertin," for some reason, Jordan Nicole just couldn't help herself: she curtseyed. It was just a little dip and she cast her eyes down. But there it was. A curtsey. 'Where the fuck did that come from??' Jordan thought to himself, horrified. He was curtseying like a little girl! But something about Rebecca's demeanor just seemed to *demand* a curtsey. It was almost like Jordan couldn't help it. There was Rebecca, and instantly he turned into 'Nicole' and gave her a curtsey. "Um..." Nicole stammered, "this is my sister, Anna!" "Pleasure, Ma'am," Anna stepped forward and shook Rebecca's hand. "And this is my good friend, Jason. He also works at Johanson and Johanson as the HR director. And he is... uh..." Jordan coughed, "Anna's boyfriend." "It's good to meet you," Jason stepped forward. "What an adorable pair of love birds!" Rebecca said, indicating Jason and Anna. "Eddy has told me all about you, and now I can understand why. You two look *perfectly* matched. Mark my words, young man! Don't let this fine lady slip through your fingers, or you will sorely regret it!" "I... ah... thank you," Jason said, blushing from head to toe. "I will keep that in mind." "See that you do! Now, everyone else is already here. Let's sit down for lunch. I hope you're hungry!" * * * Lunch was served in a large sun room built on to the side of the house. Jason and Anna were placed at one end of the table, with Johanson and Jordan placed conspicuously at the other side of the table, close to Rebecca Guertin. "Here, let me," Johanson said, pulling out a chair from the table. Jordan Nicole put her clutch on the table and let Johanson help with her chair, carefully pulling down her dress as she sat down. The dress was so short, that it didn't cover much, especially seated, and Jordan's legs were mostly bare. Once Jordan Nicole was settled, Johanson sat next to her, scooting his chair so close that their legs brushed up against each other. Jordan Nicole brushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ears, in a futile attempt to keep it in place. "Now dear," Rebecca commanded, "tell me all about what you do at Eddy's company." "Oh, ah sure!" Jordan took her request at face value and started explaining all of the ins and out of manufacturing engineering. Reviewing the machines, the raw materials, the processes, the maintenance procedures and so on. "Edward," Rebecca said, a knowing grin in her voice. "So beautiful and so *smart* too. I can see that you are definitely hiring the best possible employees. My investments are clearly safe with Johanson and Johanson." "Thank you, Rebecca," Johanson said. "And thank *you*, Jordan... I mean, Nicole," Johanson whispered into Jordan Nicole's ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps. "That was perfect." Jordan Nicole turned to Johanson and smiled her best ingratiating smile. 'The more he likes me,' she reasoned, 'the more likely I am to get him to confess to my surgeries!' As the early courses were brought out by the wait staff, Jordan Nicole struggled with her new long nails. She found she could no longer pick up silverware in the same way - with her fingertips, because the nails got in the way. Instead, she had to scoop them up. Similarly, when she reached for the pepper shaker, she tried to grasp it with her finger tips but the nails got in the way and it just slipped away and out of reach. "Here, let me get that for you," Johanson offered, fetching the pepper shaker and shaking some onto Jordan's asparagus salad. "Thanks, Edward," Nicole said, feeling like a helpless little girl. 'Damn, these nails are so long!' Jordan sighed. It was clear that lots of things would need to be handled differently. Jordan ran his nails through his hair, trying to tuck the long hair behind his ear. Lunch continued with lively conversation all around. "Eep!" Jordan squeaked, dropping his soup spoon with a loud clatter into the (now empty) bowl. Everyone around the table paused to look at Jordan, who blushed. "Sorry!" Jordan said. "The spoon just slipped from my fingers." But the real reason for the errant cutlery was that Jordan had felt Mr. Johanson's hand on his leg!! Immediately when Jordan dropped the spoon, the hand was pulled back. But then, just a few minutes later, it was back. At first it just rested gently on top of his leg, just at that place where the dress ended and his bare leg began. But then it began to gently squeeze and stroke. Jordan immediately slipped into 'Nicole' mode, feeling this man's hand on her bare leg. Her eyes shot wide open, and she trembled, wondering what the hell should she do? Nicole frantically across the table at Anna who was chatting with Jason. After an excruciating minute of Johanson gently caressing Nicole's leg, his hands getting gradually bolder, Anna finally looked up and saw Jordan's panicked expression. 'What's up?' Anna mouthed, silently. Nicole looked down with a little nod of her head towards Johanson. All this time, Johanson was carrying on a normal conversation with Rebecca Guertin, as if absolutely nothing was amiss. 'Oh!' Anna's eyes saw what was happening. Jordan was getting a little 'under-the-table' action from Ed Johanson! From Anna's perspective this was perfect! Johanson would have a little fun and Nicole could draw him into her confidence, perhaps leading to an early confession! 'What should I do?' Jordan mouthed back to Anna. Anna held up the first two fingers on her hand and then slowly parted them. "No!" Jordan said. "What was that, Dear?" Rebecca asked. "'No' what?" "I'm sorry!" Nicole quickly improvised. "I... ah... just bit my tongue." "Oh, that is always such a bother, isn't it?" "Yes, it is, Ma'am." Nicole looked back at Anna who was smirking. Anna looked Nicole straight in the eyes and then held up those same two fingers again, parting them slowly. 'No!' Nicole said, this time with her eyes and a small shake of her head. 'Yes!' Anna nodded her head firmly and emphasizing again what Nicole was supposed to do with her hand gesture. 'Please?' Nicole's eyes beseeched Anna. 'Do I have to?' Anna nodded 'yes' again, and then, infuriatingly, held up the same fingers and slowly parted them again. Her heart pounding in her chest, Nicole slowly, gradually parted her legs. To Johanson, it was an unmistakable signal. Jordan was interested! Johanson slipped his hands down between the young girl's thighs, enjoying the smooth, delicious skin that was there. 'She is so smooth,' Johanson thought to himself, his entire body tingling. 'She must have had all of her hair removed.' Anna and Nicole maintained eye contact. Anna saw Nicole flinch and shiver and then her eyes popped wide open for a second before settling back. Nicole kept her thighs open to Johanson's inquisitive fingers. Johanson was going slowly, first stroking the length of Nicole's bare legs and then dipping his fingers further down to stroke her inner thighs, as Nicole's legs quivered. All of this fondling was having a decided effect on Nicole, who was feeling flushed, jittery, and short of breath. This continued on and off through the next two courses. Jordan kept looking back towards Anna with pleading looks, but all he got back from her was a stern look which said: 'stick with it, we want Johanson to be your best friend.' As Johanson's stroking got bolder and bolder, Nicole was having a harder and harder time concentrating on the conversation at the table. "I'm sorry?" Nicole had to ask more than once. Rebecca Guertin smiled slyly at Nicole. She knew exactly what was going on, and she loved torturing poor Nicole. Young love, Rebecca sighed to herself, watching Nicole shift uncomfortably as Johanson's arm was clearly up to something wicked. "Nicole, tell me more about where you grew up," Mrs. Guertin asked. "What was it like growing up in Bangor, Maine?" And so Nicole would do her best to concentrate on her answer, and try to not be distracted by those damn dancing fingers on her thighs. What made it worse was how she was getting hot and bothered by all of the intimate attention. What was wrong with her? Was this actually making her horny? Nicole could feel her nipples tingle. "Oh!" Nicole said, much too loud, suddenly bolting straight up. She did it so quickly that she knocked her chair backwards which fell to the floor with a loud crash. Immediately, all conversation at the table stopped dead. Jordan was snapped back to the present. Blushing furiously, he looked at Johanson, and then at Anna. 'Shit! My dress!' Jordan reached back and pulled down his dress, which had ridden up while he was sitting. Jordan looked up at all of the eyes watching him. "I'm sorry," Jordan apologized, blushing. "Please continue. I... uh... just need to go to the little girl's room!" "Of course, dear. The powder room is down that hall," Rebecca said, her eyes twinkling and body shaking, trying her best not to laugh out loud. "Me too!" Anna announced, getting up quickly. "Women, always going to the bathroom in pairs," Jason observed. Anna shot him a dirty look and followed Jordan down the hall. * * * Jordan's breasts bounced painfully and his hair went everywhere as he walked down the hall. "Nicole! What was that all about?" Anna demanded, once they were both in the powder room. "He touched me. He almost touched... you know! My crotch!" "Is that all?" Jordan looked at his sister, astonished. "What do you mean, 'is that all?' Are you kidding me?" "That's what happens," Anna shrugged, like it was no big deal. "If you let some guy stroke your leg under the table, you have to expect that he's eventually going to go for the goods. All girls know that!" "But I'm not a girl!" Jordan said. "Hey! Keep your voice down!" "I'm not a girl," Jordan said in an angry whisper. "He'll find out! He'll touch me, down there, and then he'll know that I'm not a girl!" "Do you think..." Anna said, suddenly thoughtful. "... that he already knows..." Jordan continued, looking at Anna, his eyes wide. "... that you are..." Anna faltered. She knew the right word, but didn't want to say it. "That I'm what?" Jordan demanded. "That you're transgender," Anna said, simply. "I'm not transgender!" Jordan cried. "I'm a man!" "Look at you," Anna pointed out, almost containing herself from laughing. "You're not like most men I know!" "Thanks to you! This is all your fault, remember? But seriously... do you think Johanson knows I'm transgender? Is that why he's paying for my surgeries? But how would he know?" "Maybe he can tell. Maybe you didn't pass as a woman as much as we thought you did. Maybe he just realized that you're a woman and then he called his Doctor Friend and said, 'hey Doctor Green - mind if I pay for Jordan's surgeries?'" "Oh my god," Jordan collapsed onto a silk brocade, upholstered bench. For some reason, having Johanson know that he was really a man underneath made him feel so violated and exposed. "But if he knows... and we don't know for sure that he does... maybe other people know too?" "Maybe they do," Anna shrugged. "And they've been too polite to say anything about it?" "Oh god, I hope not." Jordan sat there for a few minutes, just staring at the wall. Did everyone really know? Did Angela? But that didn't seem possible. But it sure seemed like Johanson knew. Why else would he be paying for his surgeries? How did he find out? "Here, let's fix our makeup," Anna suggested. "Good idea," Jordan said, opening up his purse and pulling out his makeup. Jordan looked at his face and fixed some of the foundation and started touching up his eyes. "You've been practicing," Anna observed, impressed that Jordan 'Nicole' was able to efficiently and expertly touch herself up. "Well," Jordan blushed and shrugged, feeling that soothing and comforting flow of warm feelings that doing her face always seemed to provide. "I guess so." "I'm amazed at how full your lips are. And your lashes seem longer, is that possible? I'm jealous." Jordan pulled out the lipstick, and touched it to his lips. Immediately with the touch of lipstick, he snapped back into Nicole. "I have a beautiful body," Nicole said, "I have to take care of this body. I am a beautiful woman," the words slipped out of Nicole's mouth before she could stop them. 'Damn, RoseMarie!' Nicole cursed her hypnotherapist in her mind. "That's the spirit!" Anna said, relieved that Jordan was taking the situation so well. "I'm glad to see that you're on board." "Well, yeah..." Nicole agreed, glad that Anna hadn't read anything more into it. But Anna, hearing the words come so simply and honestly from her husband's mouth, and seeing that mouth with pink lipstick and on a beautifully made-up face, and hearing the words being expressed in such a high, girlish voice... it was starting to cause some serious doubts in her mind. 'Perhaps Jordan really does want to be a woman?' she wondered for the first time, seeing her husband's dainty fingers with their long pink nails working the lipstick tube. 'Perhaps she would be happier as...' "Ready to go?" Nicole asked, jolting Anna out of her wondering. "Wait," Anna said. "If Ed Johanson already knows you're transgender--" "But what if he doesn't?" "If he's paying for your surgeries, then he's probably talked to Dr. Green. And that means he probably knows." "But there's Doctor-Client privilege, right?" "Hmmm... Maybe. Well, regardless, it doesn't change anything." "Doesn't change anything?? What do you mean? It changes everything!" "No it doesn't. You still want to go back to being a man, right?" "Well yes..." "And the only way that's going to happen is if we can get Johanson to pay for it. Which means being his friend and drawing him into your confidence. And the best way for that to happen..." Anna left the implication dangling. "And the best way for that to happen is what?" Jordan asked, pointedly. He wanted to force Anna to say the words out-loud. Anna sighed. "The best way for that to happen is to get back to that table, and lead him on a bit, try to respond like you're interested, and..." "So now you're pimping me out to my boss?" Jordan was incensed. "It's not pimping you out!" "Sounds like it to me! Look, it's me doing all the work here! What are you doing, except putting me into all of these uncomfortable situations. It's just not fair! Why am I always the one to suffer?" "Listen, Nicole, now that you're a girl--" "NOW THAT I'M A GIRL??" Jordan gasped, devastated. "Anna, I'm your husband! Do you really think of me as a girl??" "Look at you!" Anna turned Jordan to the mirror. "What do you see, and be honest." Jordan looked at the figure in the mirror, so strange, and yet familiar. Blinking away tears to prevent the rush of emotions, Jordan swallowed, unable to speak, and Anna continued by saying the obvious. "Jordan, you are dressed like a girl. Your face is made up perfectly, like a girl. You smell like a girl. You have breasts! You have the body of a girl! You look like a girl! Now Jor....Nicole....you have to face facts. You are a girl for now sweetie." "No!" "And now that you're a girl, you'll need to use your girlish charms to get what you want, okay? And that means being nice to a man like Ed Johanson so we can get proof that he's the one who did your surgeries, then that's what you need to do." "Please, Anna, just tell me that I'm your husband, and that you want me back." "Oh Nicole," Anna softened. "Of course you're my husband! And I *do* want my Jordan back. But we have to face facts." Anna gestured to the mirror. "This is who you are now. You are Nicole. You have to use your assets to get what you want. Now fix your makeup and let's get back out there." "But you do want me back, right?" Jordan knew he was being whiny and needy, but he needed to know. "Nicole! We don't have time for this!" Anna said, feeling pissed. "Fine," Jordan said, angry. "Suit yourself! If that's the way you want it!" "Nicole!" Anna said, as Jordan stalked out of the powder room. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it that way! Of course, I want..." Jordan was just sort of worked up and emotional and tuning Anna out now though. "I'll show her," Jordan thought to himself, as he stomped down the hallway, each stomp causing his breasts to bounce painfully. "If she wants me to pimp myself out to my boss, then that's exactly what I'll do! Careful what you wish for, Anna!" * * *