Chapter 6: Jordan's long Day

Placing his purse on the small desk Jordan glared at the thing, it was overly feminine and he hated it almost as much as he hated wearing the heels. At least the walk to the Bus and into the building was enough for him to figure out how to walk in the things without falling down. "Hurray for natural balance." he mockly cheered himself as he turned on the computer. He was mostly alone in the area; Tiffany wasn't in yet nor was his boss Mr. Adam Wesker so it was smooth sailing to get up to the fourteenth floor. He didn't even have to deal with a bunch of guys hitting on him, maybe this getting in early was the way to go for as long as he was stuck here and he hoped that wouldn't be long.

Opening up his email he saw one from a Mrs. Bridget Gunther from twenty minutes earlier. "Wow she gets in real early." He said as he read through the email. It looked like yesterday the goal was just getting to know everyone, that is why they only had Jordan doing things like fetching coffee. Business hours for both today and tomorrow he would be getting some hands-on training to fit his secretary role. He didn't care if they called it an admin assistant or a PA, he knew what the job was. What kind of training could they really give him, didn't they see his certifications in IT and his work history? He read through the list, phone training, business and phone etiquette, printer training, learning to file, basic typing skills. Geez this was going to be mind numbing, but at least there was a good thing about all this. It looked like Mrs. Bridget had Tiffany training him. Apparently, Tiffany was promoted to front desk manager and worked on this floor so she knew the ropes. Mrs. Bridget was doing him a solid and she didn't even know it. This was odd to him, the job title changes for Tiffany sure just sounded like a different way to say secretary, but she had to do it on the ground floor, not much of a promotion.

Jordan was just starting to read the next email, a welcome to the team email blast to the floor to welcome Jordan Applegate to the company when he heard his name in a tone that sounded surprised. "Jordan!" Janet stood before him dressed sharply in a nice knee length dress with a trim suit jacket, she was holding a few things. It looked like a purse, a laptop back and a plastic bag with boxes in it.

"Oh hey Janet." Jordan said to his ex-girlfriend. He had completely forgotten about talking to her about the current predicament, and now here he was dressed like a woman sitting at a desk.

"Don't you oh hey Janet me..." Janet looked around before leaning in closer "Mister! What is going on here!? No scratch that, you're coming with me." Jordan had just started to turn his office chair to the side before Janet grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him into the woman's bathroom.

Turning the lock on the door once inside she turned back to Jordan scowling. "Explain... Now."

Jordan swallowed hard and told her what happened from the time they last talked. "I, I just can't believe you I mean... It obviously happened. But Jordan things going bad around you all the time and it is always other people's fault. Tell me now that you could not have avoided this."

Jordan could feel Janet's anger, it was pretty sure she wasn't this angry when they broke up. "Yeah, I guess I could have avoided some of.." The sentence didn't get to be finished when Janet snapped the fingers on her left hand and pointed at Jordan.

"You guess, well here is something you don't have to guess about. You wanted to still be friends; well, you have fucked that up big time mister... Missy. Jordan, you don't seem to grasp what you have done here to you and to me."

Jordan for his part bit his lip and looked down to the floor "Yeah I know I screwed up, why else would I be here looking like this. I know if it doesn't go well, I could make you look bad." He looked up to Janet with pleading eyes. "It is going to be okay though I will be able to get my clothes soon and with my computer, I can find another job. I will take anything; I screwed this opportunity up but maybe I can reapply later for a spot on the IT team once I pick up something that can get me out of these clothes.

Janet looked at her once lover and moved behind him moving his shoulders so he was facing the mirror. "You still don't get it. Yes, you can leave here, and yes that will look bad on me, but that won't fix this." She said pointing at the two women in the mirror. "You told HR you are a woman, Mrs. Gunther is a sweet southern lady that I have worked hard to get on the right side of and you lied to her. You made it so I lied to her. Do you know what will happen if others find out who you really are? Do you?"

Being in a bit of a panic now Jordan shook his head. "Thanks to you, we have both committed fraud. That means if you are found out, not only would you be fired. I would be fired and then the company could have us both arrested. You have made a big mess Jordan and I have no choice but to help you along or we both get fucked."

Picking up her bags from the floor Janet put them on the sink. "Okay here is what we need to do. You said you are going to be able to bail soon as you can get into your room and find a job at fast food or whatever. So your goal Jordan is to appear like any other office girl here, not standing out because you want to move into IT. If someone so much as uses a big word you are to look confused, do that lip-biting thing you do. It will look real cute with how you look now. What you have done so far is impressive, but you need more to blend in. I remember you calling some of the office girls and secretaries bimbos before Jordan, congratulations you get to really join them now."

Jordan's jaw as quivering "Please no, I can get by without acting dumb."

"The ship has sailed and you are going to play the role you chose. You are always getting other people to pull you out of your shit Jordan, I'm tired of it and will not go to jail for you. Now let's take a good look at you." Janet carefully looked over the crossdressed man.

"When did you get this skinny Jordan?"

"Oh, that is a corset I borrowed."

Janet without asking started to unbutton Jordan's blouse "Let me see."

"Hey, slow down." Jordan's voice almost cracking

"That looks good, but I'm going to tighten that."

Jordan shook his head slightly hating what was happening. He felt the corset get tighter and push the breath out of him. "That should do it, for now. I expect it to be at least this tight tomorrow. It will not only help give you a womanly shape, but it will also help you stand and sit straight like a proper girl should."

"Now I love what you did with your hair, I'm glad you did more than wash it. A little curl is a good look with your black hair. But you will need more makeup, here let me help you."

Janet reached into her bag and pulled out her cosmetics, applying eye shadow, mascara, and some red lipstick. "Mmm yeah, that looks good. I will give you what I just used on you so you can touch up through the day, but Jordan. Tonight, you need to sit down and learn to do this yourself, from now on I expect you to look your best. Online you can learn how to contour and make your nose look smaller, the lip plumper I gave you should help with making your lips look bigger and more inviting."

"I don't want bigger inviting lips." Jordan meekly protested the changes. He could see the eye makeup made his blue eyes pop and that with his matching shirt made him look more appealing, let alone his puffy red lips.

"Sure, you do Jordan, every girl wants to find herself the right man, and that is you for now. Now Jordan you do not know how to present yourself as a woman and right now it mostly looks like you are shy, but we are going to fix that so you don't get caught. I am saving the page reddit.com/r/HighHeels on your phone, along with reddit.com/r/MakeupAddiction, cosmopolitain.com/style-beauty/beauty. I expect you to be looking at these whenever you have free time, you have a lot to learn girl and if someone else sees you on the sites it will only help your cover. Now don't try me, girl, if I text you a question from one of those sites, I expect you to have the answer quickly because you have already read them. Lastly, I have set up an alarm on your phone for it to beep twice every twenty minutes. That is your cue to turn on the camera function of the phone and check your makeup and touch it up with what I used on you in here." Janet said as she smiled wickedly.

"The men here already wouldn't leave me alone, even when I told them I have a boyfriend."

Janet moved over to her plastic bag pulling out a box, "Oh a boyfriend, that is the perfect angle. Men often want what they can't have. Now put these on." Janet held out a pair of five-inch stiletto-heeled black glossy leather shoes. "What no... Those are way too high, I can't walk in them!"

"Jordan, Jordan, Jordan. You won't be walking, you will be mincing around the office in them sweetie, you are just lucky I picked them up from getting repaired on the way in this morning. Just remember one foot in front of the other and sway those hips girl. The more the men think of you as a piece of meat the less likely they will be to figure out who you are. And remember you will be playing the part of the air-headed bimbo, that way no one will trust you with anything important, and the less likely you will be missed when you get another job."

Taking small steps Jordan was unsure of himself but all this was happening too fast and he didn't see any other choice. If he told Janet no, everything would fall apart, not just getting money for Eric, but possible jail time. "Ready or not let's get back to the office sweetie and Jordan. It might seem like I am pissed at you and being cruel, but you know I'm only helping right?" In the last part, Janet said in a softer voice, the statement wasn't entirely true. She was enjoying seeing her former lover looking like an office girl now that she had some control over the situation, but she really did want to make sure he didn't get caught. For both of their sakes, but if she could get a little payback along the way the better.

Mincing past Janet, Jordan was all kinds of embarrassed, and as mad as Janet was, he was lucky she was trying to help him. Even if she was also trying to save herself. After a few steps, he saw one of the teenagers from the mailroom check him out as he walked by and something occurred to him. "What if someone touches me or something, do I go to Mrs. Bridget about it?

"Of course not, you are in your first thirty days, the company can fire you for anything. This place is a boy's club, I have been here for over a year and I wouldn't report sexual harassment unless I had to. Jordan this place is a boys club, I told you stories about how they go through administrative assistance so fast, why do you think that was? For you though, what do you think would happen if HR looked into the issue, looked into you too closely. I don't have faith in them getting in trouble at all, but that just sounds like a ticket for you to get us both in trouble, and don't you dare get us in trouble. Just don't put yourself in that type of situation, and if one of the boys touches you, don't raise a fuss."

Walking back to the small desk Janet was going to wish him a good day, but standing behind the desk were Tiffany and Mr. Wesker. They seemed to be talking about something but stopped when the girls approached. "Miss Harrows, always nice to see you. I understand Miss Applebottom here is a friend of yours, but please do make sure you don't keep her away from her desk too long in the future. She is late for her shift." Janet wanted to say something snide to Adam, but she was going to let it slide. She really loved the new nickname he just gave Jordan on accident. "I will leave you to it Jordan, have a great day with Adam and Tiffany."

Tiffany moved away from Adam as he was talking and gave Jordan a hug. "Umm sir I was actually already here and my name is.." Jordan was pointing to his purse, oh he hated that he thought of it just then as his purse. Though as he was going to correct him on the name Janet gave Jordan a look that said drop it, don't make waves so he stopped.

"What was that dear? I like the shy ones, but you will have to speak up." Adam said looking at his new secretary up and down, she sure had cleaned up from yesterday. Not the bombshell she could be, but he was enjoying the eye candy that would be just outside his office.

"Nothing... Sir." Jordan said meekly biting his lip and looking at the ground like Janet had suggested.

"Don't worry Mr. Wesker, Jordan is in good hands. We will get her all trained up and ready to meet your expectations." Tiffany came in trying to save Jordan some embarrassment. It was clear to her that the mousy girl she met was trying her best to dress for the job.

"I will leave you to it, Tiff," Adam said as he walked into his office closing the door.

Tiffany looked at Jordan as she saw her still looking at the ground. "It will all be okay Jordan, this will all work out. I know you were already here, and just because he didn't mention how much more effort you are putting in to fit in today doesn't mean he didn't notice. I promise you Mr. Wesker appreciates the effort you are putting in for him."

Tiffany was all smiles as she led Jordan to his seat. "For him?" Jordan questioned.

"Well of course also yourself I see that silly, but we have a role to play here and must look out best to represent the men that stand behind us. Now, let's start with learning the phone, shall we? The typing skills can wait till later, I have a little surprise for you as a welcome gift." The pure glee in the bubbly girl's voice was easy to hear and sitting this close to her he could really take the time to appreciate how she looked, and how she smelled. He was happy being able to see her all day, but he hoped she didn't hug him too much or he might have to go re-tuck himself.

"Oh... A surprise?" The last thing Jordan needed was more surprises, today had been full of way too many of them and it had only just started.

"Oh yes! I have us a nail appointment at noon today, and already cleared a long lunch with Mr. Wesker and it gets better!" Tiffany's voice picked up an octave at the word better. "Mr. Wesker is even going to pay for both you and me. Isn't that great Jordan!? We get to spend more time together and get pampered while your boss pays for it. You are so lucky to have a friend like me."

Suddenly the idea of spending the day with Tiffany didn't sound nearly as good.

A few hours later Tiffany had to go run downstairs to take care of something before they went to lunch and the nail salon. She left Jordan with the simple task of getting Mr. Wesker some afternoon coffee and said she would be right back. Before he got up Jordan's phone beeped at him and with a sigh, he pulled out his lipstick and touched it up in the phone app. This thing going off every twenty minutes was a little excessive, he hated checking and touching up his mascara or lipstick in front of Tiffany. Well hated doing it all together, but in front of her just made it worse. Mincing in his newly acquired five-inch heels Jordan stepped into Adam Wesker's office, it had a solid wood desk closer to the back of the room, two chairs to the left of the door, and a small couch to the right of the desk where the manager sat now looking over some paperwork. The door swung shut behind Jordan and he came up in front of his boss. "Mr. Wesker sir, I have the coffee you wanted." Adam Wesker didn't look up from his paperwork and said

"Just put it on the desk near the keyboard." Looking at the desk Jordan could move one of the two chairs out of the way to do that, walk past his boss behind the desk or just lean over it. With the way his feet hurt he didn't want to take one extra step, he didn't have to, so he bent over leaning on the desk, and placed the coffee down. Jordan both heard and felt his boss at that moment. "Well... You know Jordan, seeing that view just now reminds me. Earlier I called you Applebottom, that was a mistake and I want to apologize."

While he said that the man had stood up and pressed himself into Jordan as he bent over, he could feel his hand rubbing his ass. With a gasp, he stood straight up "Mr. Wesker..!"

"When it is just the two of us, how about you call me Adam."

Scared and not sure what to do, Jordan pushed on the desk to try and push his boss back, but doing so only made it seem at least to Adam that this girl was pushing her ass back into him from desire. Jordan tried to spin around to face the man but the turn on the narrow heels caused him to fall forward onto his knees in front of his supervisor, his hand reaching out to stabilize himself, his left hand's fingers grabbed onto his belt. "Oh, I see what you want, you little minx," Adam said with a large smile on his face.

"Ahem.." Tiffany said opening the door to the office

"Tiffany this isn't what it looks like." Jordan pleaded to the office girl he had spent the morning with, lusting over."

"I'm sure everything is fine here, you just fell down, right Mr. Wesker?"

Adam laughed, "Can't help it if a girl falls for me."

"Come, come let's go Jordan, we don't want to be late for our appointment."

Jordan shakily got to his feet and walked the best he could in the heels out the office door with Tiffany, glad that she saved him because he didn't know what he was about to do. "Look Jordan, blow whoever you want. I get it, Mr. Wesker has the power to give you a raise anytime in the first thirty days and you want to thank him for treating us today. Just be careful, promise me?"

"I wasn't going to... wait he can give me a raise?"

"You didn't read the paperwork you signed did you Jordan, that's okay when I first started I didn't either. I guess reading isn't our assets, but we have plenty of ways to make up for it. When you started here yesterday you had a base rate of pay for all new hire administrative assistants, but based on performance the manager you are placed under has the power to give you a merit-based increase to make sure we are paying all our girls what they deserve for their talents. It only makes sense for us to make more if we are putting in more effort, right?!"

"Yeah, you are right more effort, better pay." Jordan was lost in through as they rode the elevator down, he didn't like Tiffany implying he was stupid with the reading comment, but also wasn't going to correct her. He was so lost in thought that he had missed more of what she was saying, only hearing her say the phrase be careful again. "Oh of course I will be more careful Tiffany."

Tiffany gave Jordan a side hug, "Good I don't want to worry about you, I'm glad you agree that next time you need to close the blinds first."

Jordan now regretted not paying attention to what she had said and didn't like what he was agreeing with her about. As they stepped out of the elevator Jordan's phone beeped again for the twelfth time since the alarm was set up and without really thinking about it he checked his makeup before they started toward the nail salon. "If we are lucky, we will have a little extra time, we can swing into a great shoe store nearby, I think I saw some of the heels there you were checking out online earlier.

Internally groaning, Jordan went on with his day, knowing it was only halfway over.

Tiffany and Jordan sat beside one another in the nail salon when his phone beeped with a text message from Janet. The message was a quiz on Cosmo's latest tips for the perfect sultry office look. Jordan typed quickly what he could remember. Which, sadly for him, wasn't enough. "You call that studying? Maybe you are a bimbo."

"I'm not, I just don't care about makeup tips," Jordan responded.

"..." Jordan deeply regretted his honesty as he watched the ellipses dance while Janted typed up her response. "Since you're too much of an airhead to learn simple tips. From now on you should type like one too."

"What?!"

"Bimbos use way more emojis and shorthand than you have been. Learn it, live it. Cause if you don't respond like a bubble-brained bimbo the next time we chat, there will be hell to pay."

Jordan sighed in his chair and picked up one of the fashion magazines beside him. It was exceedingly hard to read with Tiffany constantly talking about gossip and fashion, or worse, who were the cutest guys in the office. Jordan played along as much as he could, ranking the least creepy guys as "cute".

"Jordan and Tiffany?" A tall olive skin woman stood in front of the two girls, her large breasts drawing Jordan's immediate attention.

"That's us." Tiffany cheered as she bounced right up. Jordan held the magazine in front of his crotch and with his head staring at the floor he followed the beautiful women to their stations. Tiffany saw how embarrassed poor Jordan looked as she sat in her seat. She knew how much it sucked being flat-chested, she was a late bloomer herself and even then not very much. She didn't really feel confident until she got a boob job a couple of years ago. While the two nail technicians went to work on their nails Tiffany decided to do a little probing. "So, Jodie," she leaned over to her new friend and spoke softly, "have you ever thought about getting the girls done?"

'Jodie?' "The girls?" Jordan realized almost as soon as he asked what she meant, "Oh, I...I don't have the money for that, but like, if I did I totally would." he lied, but women always wanted to have bigger boobs, right?

"Well, if you play the game right you'll get a nice big raise."

"The game?" The technicians buffed and polished their nails with experienced expertise.

"The flirting game, silly." Tiffany giggled, "You know, touching their arm, leaning over their shoulders so they can see the goods."

"Laughing at their stupid jokes." The female nail tech said with a smirk as she filed and shaped Jordan's nail.

"Playing with your hair." Tiffany giggled. With her free hand, she demonstrated by lightly caressing her fingers along his bare forearm then twirling a strand of her hair with a coquettish little smile. Jordan felt flush watching her demonstration.

Jordan was shocked, not only at their brashness but shocked to discover women did all of these things on purpose! "But what if...you know they try something."

"Then take the problem in hand, silly." Jordan turned to hide his revulsion. Surely they're not suggesting they...do that with Wesker? Mistaking her revulsion for shyness Tiffany cooed, "It's no big deal sweety. And you would be surprised at how grateful they can be for a little bit of help." She giggled again.

Tiffany and the nail techs gave Jordan a detailed lesson on flirting as they continued buffing and painting their nails. Worse, they would ask to make sure that he understood since she was giving them real airhead vibes. By the time the hour was up Jordan was as close of an expert on how to flirt with men as he never wanted to get.

When Jordan saw his nails he gasped in horror, gone were his gnawed on short nails, replaced now by shiny red press-on nails. "Aren't they, like, to die for!" Tiffany giggled excitedly.

"I'm, like, dyin' alright." Jordan bit his lip as he tried to think of a way to free himself of these girly nails that would be believable.

"Come on," Tiffany finished paying with Wesker's corporate card before walking to the exit, "we've got one more stop to make."

Jordan's stomach growled and he had to admit he was hungry. Tiffany turned left to the shoe store as Jordan turned right to the food court. "Jodie, where are you going, girl?"

"Th-the food court, right?"

Tiffany wrapped her arm around Jordan's. "You must've forgot. I said we're getting you some sexy shoes too." Jordan groaned, "It's okay, I forget stuff a lot too."

"It's just...won't we be late?"

Tiffany giggled hugging Jordan and pressing her large breasts into Jordan's side. "Extended lunches mean we can take our time as long as we're like, super grateful when we get back."

"Oh...ok."

Jordan watched Tiffany try on pink stiletto heels, running her hands up her long silky legs. "What do you think?"

"You look hot." Jordan covered his mouth quickly, he hadn't meant to be so honest it just slipped out.

"Well thank you." Tiffany giggled, not thinking anything of Jordan's compliment. "Now it's your turn."

"...I already have a pair of heels," he argued futilely.

Tiffany frowned, she felt bad for her new friend that she got so used to doing without she only had a single pair of heels! "Remember, Mr.Wesker is paying. You might as well milk the cash cow for what he's worth."

"I...I guess." Jordan knew not to balk too much since bimbos like Tiffany were so obsessed with shoes. He examined the shelves until finally, he came upon conservative black kitten heels with a two-inch wedge heel.

"Oh sweetie, you gotta be more daring." Tiffany snatched the box out of his hand before he could react and began her own search until she found a matching chic black pair of lace-up heels, forcing them in his hands. "These will look absolutely fabulous on you."

"Fabulous." Jordan forced a smile on his face. Jordan struggled at first to work his foot into the torture device they called a shoe but finally, he managed. "Oh my god." He gasped as he stood and stared at how delicate and beautifully exposed his feet were.

"I know right? O! M! G! You look sexy as hell!"

"R-really?" Jordan blushed, he had never had a woman so sexy call him sexy before. Usually, he was the one telling girls they were sexy to varying results of failure.

Tiffany's phone beeped and instinctively Jordan checked his makeup in his phone camera while she responded to a text. "Okay girl, we should head back before we get you in trouble."

Jordan finished touching up his eyeshadow, returning it to his purse, "But we didn't eat."

"There's still yogurt in the fridge. Come on, I think we'll wear these out."

Jordan returned to work wearing his new shoes clicking along the office floor exhausted and starving. Before he could sit at his desk Adam called him into the office. "Well, Ms.Applebottom, let's see the results."

Jordan sighed not wanting to get into him saying his name wrong again; instead, he raised his hand for Adam's inspection.

Adam took Jordan's hand and held onto it as he inspected his nails. "Nicely done. You have good taste."

"I-it was Tiffany's idea." Jordan fought hard to hide his revulsion as this man continued to hold his hand.

Finally, he let go, "Give me a turn." Jordan turned 360 quickly as he could on his new heels. "Slower." This time he stepped back, turning slowly, carefully. Before he could complete his turn he felt Adam's slimy hands on his hips. "You really do have the nicest ass in the office."

Jordan swallowed hard, he wanted to kick the guy in the nuts and run but...he needed to get as much money as he could to pay back Eric as quickly as possible. And that meant...playing the game. "T-thank you, Mr.Wesker."

"I told you, call me Adam when we're alone."

"A-Adam." Adam guided Jordan to the couch and pulled him onto his lap.

"Did you enjoy your shopping trip?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Good." Adam's hand slid up Jordan's leg slowly making its way to his crotch. "I bet it was expensive." His hand probed Jordan's soft thigh, "What say we pick up where we left off."

Jordan quickly grabbed Adam's wrist; if he went any further, he would surely discover his secret. "O-okay." He stood locking the door and ensuring the blinds were closed so no one would possibly see or barge in on him doing such a disgusting act.

Jordan slowly marched to Adam, reaching for his crotch when he was stopped this time, "First, a drink." Adam took out a remote from the end table. With the press of a button part of the wall slid away revealing a small bar with top-shelf gin, whiskey, and scotch, a small collection of glasses, ice, and a small digital stereo. Adam poured two glasses of Johnny walker blue on the rocks, one for himself and one for Jordan. "A toast; to new friendships." Adam clinked his glass against Jordan. Adam walked away slowly sipping at his glass while Jordan forced the entire glass of burning liquid down his throat in one gulp. He quickly filled his glass again and chugged as much as he possibly could before coughing.

"Yeah, it's full-bodied. Speaking of, how about a dance." He ordered. Jordan finished his glass silently as the music started to play from the walls. Adam had turned a deeply sensual song. Calling on every club memory he had of girls dancing sensually and every strip club he had ever visited he tried to force himself to mimic the movements. A difficult task to do in normal shoes, but nearly impossible with his new high heels. Jordan kicked them off first before removing his blazer slowly, gyrating his hips and making sure to emphasize his ass for his greaseball boss. Two eight-ounce glasses of high-caliber whiskey in under a minute on an empty stomach has a strong effect on one's inhibitions. It can help one relax enough to dance like a drunken college girl at spring break. It can help one forget that you're a straight man dressed like a businessman's wet dream. It can help one do what needs to be done for that oh-so-important raise.

Jordan crawled the last foot to Adam, who was spread out on the couch and waiting like some roman emperor awaiting his concubine. Jordan giggled out of the blue as he undid his boss' belt buckle. Part of Jordan wanted Adam to have a tiny dick so that he would know there was at least some justice in the universe. But Adam was cocky because, well he was cocky. Adam's large cock stood proud and free of his boxers.

Hesitantly Jordan grasped his shaft and began stroking it slowly. "Spit on it." He ordered. Gladly Jordan spat on his shaft, lubing his cock with each stroke. He told himself he was just stroking himself, that's all, no different than masturbating to porn. He knew it was a lie but it kept him from being sick. He pulled out every trick he knew he himself enjoyed to hasten to Adam's big finish.

All Adam saw was an eager slut biting her lip and drooling over his cock. Soon he felt his balls tighten and he grabbed Jordan's hair and pulled back. The little slut moaned leaving her mouth open for what she knew was coming next. He forced his cock down her eager throat using her like a fleshlight while she choked and coughed around him until he erupted like a geyser.

Finally, the bastard let go of Jordan's hair and he was able to fall back onto the floor gasping for air. "See, you play shy and innocent but I knew that you wanted this. Shame Tiffany interrupted us before and you could've had it twice already." Jordan stared at the floor in shock, he wanted to curse him out but no words would come. "It was nice of her to get you all prettied up for me though. Of course a thank you would be nice."

"Thank you?"

"You're welcome." Adam stood up his dick still swinging freely. "You should get back to work now." The music immediately stopped and Adam put his cock away and buckled his belt. In a second he was the spitting image of an elite businessman, while Jordan looked like the discarded cum rag he felt like.

Jordan slowly stood up and picked up his shoes, he tried to block the memories of what he had just done as he worked his feet back into his heels by repeating the only thing he had managed to memorize all day. Cosmo's top 10 tips to a sultry nighttime look to drive him wild. Before he could escape Adam gave one more piece of advice, "Oh and, Ms.Applebottom, next time, less teeth."

The rest of the day was a real struggle to stay focused on work. He actually found himself glad when his phone alarm beeped and he had to touch up his makeup or answer one of Janet's random quizzes. When he wasn't he was reminded again of what he looked like now with each typo and grammar mistake. He blamed his new press-on nails. Soon he started picking up his phone out of reflex to study or to fix his makeup.

Finally, the workday was done! Eric had picked him up on the way home and immediately asked how his day was. "Fine." He lied. "How was yours?" He replied quickly so Eric wouldn't have time to insist he could tell something was wrong.

"Pretty good. Hectic, but I managed to get everything I needed done today. Oh, I meant to tell you yesterday, I found your wallet." Eric took the little piece of leather out of the console and handed it to Jordan.

Jordan held his wallet in his hand, the black leather contrasting his bright red nails. Was it really only last week he had at least a modicum of control over his life? "Hey!" He exclaimed upon opening it, "it's empty!"

"Yeah, the bartender said that's how it was turned in."

"Great, I'll have to cancel my credit cards, and whoever stole it has my license, that'll be a bitch to replace."

"It's not that bad, buddy." Eric could tell his words didn't help so, slowly, he tried something. He took Jordan's free hand and intertwined their fingers as he drove.

"What are you doing?!" snatching his hand away.

"...practicing." he lied to ease his friend's dwindling masculine pride. "I thought, well...I was hoping I could so if I ever get a real girlfriend things will go better."

Jordan sighed, giving him his hand back. "...okay. Just don't be weird." It was at least one small way he could repay his best friend. He wouldn't admit it to Eric, or himself for that matter, but having his rough, strong, hand to hold on to somehow did make him feel a small amount of comfort.

They finally broke apart as they pulled into a parking spot at their apartment complex. Jordan immediately kicked off his heels and threw himself on the couch. "What happened?" Eric asked as he knelt on the floor beside Jordan.

"Nothing." He said softly. "Just...a rough day. Boss is a dick."

"They usually are."

"Nah, you were a nice boss." Jordan took Eric's hand. "I'm sorry I was terrible."

"Hey, you weren't terrible. Not in the ways that count."

"You're just saying that cause I'm your girlfriend." Jordan laughed.

"Momma didn't raise no fool."

Jordan playfully slapped Eric's broad shoulder before sitting up. "Any more talk like that and you're sleeping on the couch tonight." Jordan went to their temporarily shared room and spent the next ten minutes brushing his teeth. Upon his exit, he stopped and his eyes lit up with glee. The tape was gone from his door! Tentatively Jordan tried the knob and sure enough, it opened! "Eric!"

Eric came running and found Jordan standing in an empty husk of a room. Gone were the dirty clothes and clean clothes piles, gone were his DVDs, blu-rays, and his computer. Gone was his bed, carpet, and worst of all his keyboard. Even his drywall was gone.

The stunned pair heard the front door open and close as Lauren came in carrying groceries which she sat on the dining table when she spotted the couple staring into the empty room. "The guy came by today," Lauren called from the kitchen. "He said had to get rid of anything contaminated by mold."

Unable to hold back any longer Jordan turned and wrapped his arms around Eric and began to cry into his chest. Everything was gone! He was stuck like this and now everything that was his old life was gone. He couldn't even play music to drown his sorrows.

"What's wrong? I thought she'd be happy."

"It's been a rough day. We were hoping it would be an easy fix so we could rent it out again." Eric swooped his arm under Jordan's knees and lifted him off the ground. Not even bothering to struggle Jordan held onto Eric as he was carried to their bed. Eric slowly stroked his friend's hair and slowly rubbed his back while he cried over the loss of every scrap of his former self.

Twenty minutes later they woke up to the sounds of their stomachs growling and Jordan's alarm beeping. Jordan still clung to Eric as his face turned bright red to match his nails. "C-could you fix dinner?" He sat up tucking his hair behind his ear unaware of just how feminine he looked.

"I'll see what I can do." Eric left for the kitchen leaving Jordan to fix his thoroughly ruined makeup.

The only way to save it was to start all over. By the time he had cleaned his face of any makeup, Lauren invited herself to sit beside Jordan at the vanity. "Hey, everything okay?" Lauren wasn't her usual bombastic self. She was gentler than before, like someone approaching a wounded puppy.

"I'm okay. Just a rough day like he said."

"Tell me about it."

Jordan paused the makeup tutorial video on her phone. "My new job? It's mind-numbing, my boss is a dick, and I just found out my ID is gone along with my money and credit cards."

Lauren wrapped her arms around Jordan. Any other time he would have been excited to have a beautiful college girl wrapped around him and pressed up so tight, but today he enjoyed it for what it was, a small sign of compassion. "You need some help?"

Jordan sighed, "Yeah, I will never figure out this contouring stuff."

"Here." Lauren took the stick out of Jordan's hand. "Just a little teeny tiny bit on the nose." She drew a small line along the sides of his nose and up to the crux of his eyelid. "A little on these beautiful cheekbones." She drew a small line under each cheekbone, "And one here under your lips." Jordan felt a strange connection between her and Lauren as she watched her in the mirror. "Now we blend." Jordan was impressed by how with a few simple techniques how much more feminine he appeared. Impressed, but still hated it of course. "Jordan."

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Depends on the question."

"Just, you seem like a girly girl, so I'm just curious why you needed my help with contouring."

Jordan swallowed hard as he tried to come up with a plausible excuse. "Um, well...my mom, like, never believed in makeup. She was, like, super religious. So she refused to teach me. And, like, if she caught me with makeup I'd get in trouble." It wasn't exactly far from the truth. His mother was super religious and hated seeing her son wearing makeup.

"Oh. I'm sorry. My mom is religious but she wasn't that bad."

"I remember."

"You do?"

"I mean, I remember from what Eric told me. She sounds like a really nice lady." Jordan frowned, his life may have sucked back then but there was nothing like Eric's mom's pot roast. Jordan's stomach grumbled once more. Lauren frowned, she could tell Jordan was sad being kept a secret from their mother.

"Lauren!" Eric shouted from the kitchen.

"What?!" She yelled back, turning in Eric's computer chair.

"Help."

Lauren rolled her eyes. "He is so hopeless in the kitchen. I don't know how you put up with him."

"We usually just order takeout."

After dinner, Jordan sat on the couch with Eric and Lauren. Lauren had insisted a romantic movie would fix Jordan's bad day. Jordan didn't quite believe her but he was sated on a full meal so he didn't care what they watched.

"Hey! Did you do your nails?!" Lauren asked with all her usual cheer.

"Oh. Yeah."

"Let me see!" Lauren grabbed Jordan's hand in hers, examining her beautifully delicate nails. "They're so cute! And your shoes!" Lauren somehow yelled even louder than before. They missed the first fifteen minutes of the movie while they discussed where she went for her nails and her shoes, and how much the cost of each were. By the end of it, Jordan had promised to go with her to the mall that weekend so they could have a full day of beauty just to make the conversation stop.

The credits rolled as the movie ended, Lauren blowing her nose into a tissue. "That was just so beautiful and romantic, I just want something like that one day." The sound from her blowing her nose knocked Jordan out of his stupor, the movie had sure done the trick to take his mind off the day. Though he more zoned out than paid attention to it or what was going on around him. The last part he thought as he realized he was leaning on Eric, with one hand resting on his khaki pants covered thigh and Eric had his arm over his shoulder to boot. A look up to Eric's face Jordan could see his roommate mostly just looked bored.

"What?" Eric said not sure why Jordan was looking at him.

"Nothing," Jordan said flatly annoyed at himself for the situation and the day he just had. Standing up Jordan walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water before bed.

Lauren glared daggers at her brother who only responded the same way he did to Jordan.

"What?"

His little sister rolled her eyes. "Earth to dumbass, we just watch a romantic movie and when I said I want to have that one day, your girlfriend looked up to you! That was the cue to say something romantic to her, and if you couldn't get your brain in gear, you should have just kissed her. That is what she wanted."

Eric held up his hand to try and hold off his fierce little sisters' tirade. "No, I don't think.."

"No, you didn't think Eric," Lauren said cutting him off. "You and I are going to have to have a talk about how you treat a lady unless you want to end up alone."

Pinching the bridge of his nose Eric let out a long sigh knowing he couldn't explain that, no Jordan did not want him to kiss him. "Lauren, stop, just stop, okay? No, I don't want to end up alone, it is late and I have to get up early. I'm going to bed."

With that off Eric went into his bedroom, Lauren watching him go "Big dummy, well it is little sis to the rescue again."

As Jordan came out of the kitchen just getting done swallowing a pair of asprin Lauren came running up to him and taking him in a big hug. Both her arms went around his neck pulling him close to her chest. Doing what he could to return the sudden hug and hold the half glass of water he put his arms around her waist. "Don't worry, he can be clueless sometimes, but I know he loves you."

"Thanks." Was all Jordan could say feeling awkward as the hot coed held him close, him feeling her breasts press into his chest. Letting go of her prisoner Lauren smiled at what she hoped would be her sister-in-law one day.

"Oh, and I'm sorry for borrowing some of your clothes. They were just so nice, and you have great taste!" Jordan paid attention to what Lauren was wearing for the first time that night and while she looked overdressed for a day in the city, he had no idea the outfit was from Becky's closet, but she did look incredible in it now that he was paying attention to anyone other than himself.

"You look beautiful, I umm think I would rather see it on you than me."

The sudden embrace from before happened again and Jordan thought how alike the siblings were in this manner. Lauren sniffled as she had done at the end of the movie and a few tears ran down her cheek as she held Jordan. "You, you are just too kind. Not for one second did you say anything about me borrowing clothes without asking. I'm terrible at asking first before I do things, it caused a few fights with some of my friends."

Jordan was back to feeling awkward not understanding why she was crying, borrowing some clothes wasn't a big deal. "No big deal, you can take whatever you want from the closet." What did he care, heck she could take them with her when she leaves if she wanted. The embrace didn't end nor did the crying, Jordan just stood there still holding the glass of water and trying to hug her back.

"Jordan you are the best! You forgive me and say just the right things to cheer me up. I, I didn't tell either of you this when I showed up, but when I came out to the city to visit my brother one of the reasons was me and my boyfriend broke up and just needed to get away. You telling me I'm beautiful in your dress is the first heart-felt compliment I have gotten in a while, and I needed it."

Lauren pulled back still holding onto Jordan's shoulders so that they were at arm's length. "I came over here to cheer you up and look at us now." Jordan opened his mouth, not exactly sure what he was about to say. It wasn't every day that a hot girl holds you that close for that long or does so while crying. "No, we can gab about boys this weekend I can tell you are tired."

As Lauren walked over to the couch and opened her suitcase to change Jordan swallowed the rest of the water in one big gulp and padded his feet quickly over to the bedroom before the girl was almost naked in front of him again. Closing the door behind him Jordan looked over to Eric who was sitting at his computer in only his boxers typing away on some website and was happy it was his turn to get out of his own getup. Hearing Jordan make some unladylike grunts Eric stopped what he was doing paying bills and looked to his friend, who was fighting with the buttons on the blouse. Jordan stopped when he noticed Eric was staring at him. "The stupid nails make everything impossible why do girls have these. Mind giving me a hand?" Standing up and taking two steps closer Eric undid a single button saying

"They look sexy?"

"Yeah, I guess they do on a girl," Jordan responded as his friend undid a few more of the tiny buttons with his large hands.

"Something else wrong? You are almost bouncing from one foot to another. You could have used the bathroom first you know."

"No, that isn't the issue. My feet hurt, okay... Did you see those shoes I was wearing? Like these nails, I would love to see them on a girl, not me."

Nodding Eric pushed Jordan onto the bed as he said "I know how to help."

Letting out a loud surprised noise Jordan landed on his back, his blouse still not fully opened with only two more buttons before the task was completed. "What are you doing!?" Jordan said louder than he wanted seeing Eric sit on the edge of the bed pulling Jordan's feet to his lap.

"Relax, I used to do this for Becky all the time when she wore shoes like that, so you know... All the time."

"You don't" The rest of the words not just failed to come out, but they were forgotten as Jordan felt the heat from his best friend's hands rubbing on his pantyhose-covered feet and up his calf. He had never gotten a foot massage before and the feeling was incredible on his sore feet. When Eric finished with one foot, he let go of it in his lap and picked up the next.

Joran was feeling euphoric, half yelling out "Oh yes!" He wasn't sure if all foot massages felt this good or if it was cause the pantyhose added something extra, he always loved running his hands on a girl's legs when she wore them. Jordan was practically squirming on the bed from the feeling and was too lost in his own enjoyment to notice that him moving around his pantyhose-covered foot on Eric's lap was causing something to stir within the boxers as it kept pressing into it and rubbing.

As quickly as the pleasure started it ended as Eric dropped the foot and stood up moving to the bathroom. Confused as to why it ended Jordan stood up and spoke in a relaxed voice "Hey, stop come here." Jordan grabbed Eric on the wrist and pulled him around to face him and gave him a big hug, much like Lauren had done to him a few minutes earlier. The intention of the hug was to thank his friend, but he felt something large pressing into his stomach. Pulling back Jordan looked down "Eric!" he called out before the bigger man shushed him.

"Sorry," Eric said his face getting a bright blush.

"Yeah, okay man just go umm take care of that before you get into bed with me," Jordan said whispering now realizing he was too loud but with a hint of disgust in his voice. He was well aware that he couldn't control his dick, heck his own getting chubby with all the touching at work from Tiffany and he hoped he didn't get hard when Lauren was holding him earlier. He just wasn't sure, wasn't paying attention with everything going on and all of this happening when he is wearing such silky underwear this was torture. He felt like he was the one who should be getting a release, not Eric. At least he could get off tomorrow morning in the bathroom after Eric left, he thought trying to calm down.

In the bathroom, Eric sat on the closed toilet seat thinking about what just happened. Becky always loved it when he gave her a foot massage, it was one of the things he did know how to do to make a girlfriend happy. Though the sight that was just before him was downright erotic. Jordan looked so much like a beautiful girl, whatever he did when he fixed his makeup after the nap even made his nose look petite. The blouse mostly open showing the bra underneath, with Jordan's eyes half-closed. The sight of, for all tense and purposes looked like a woman squirming in lust with the heavy breathing as she rubbed her dark pantyhose covered foot on his cock.

Eric tried to get a hold of himself, but he needed this and started to rub his hand over the head trying to think of Becky while his mind kept giving him flashes of the pretty girl breathing heavily on the bed he just saw. As he got closer to completion, he thought about how he should have done this standing up to put him loud in the toilet, but he didn't have time. Reaching down the ground he grabbed another pair of Becky's panties, Jordan left on the ground along with all the other clothes and pressed the lace-covered garment to the tip of his member before erupting into it as the soft materials touch.

Washing his hands Eric opened the door and walked into the bedroom, seeing that the monitor for the computer was turned off along with the lights to the room. So, he flipped the switch to the bathroom light and climbed into bed behind Jordan who had changed into some pajamas was he took care of himself. Neither one said a word as they lay there in thought before drifting off to sleep.