Chapter 2: Teledrama

"Fuck.. another dead end, but what else can I do. Guess I have to call her myself and hope I don't screw that up too." Pulling up his email with her information on it Jordan gave Mrs. Gunther a call, but god he wished he didn't have to talk to more people, it felt like their words were anvils on his head it was so hard to focus on what they were saying. "Hello you have reached HR for Mega-Corp Mrs. Gunther speaking, how may I help you today?" The voice was from an older woman with a bit of a southern accent, it was now or never. "Hello Mrs. Gunther, this is Jordan Applegate I'm calling about my interview."

The older woman's voice raised a few levels with excitement, her words blaring like a megaphone to Jordan as she cut him off. "Oh of course dear, I am excited to meet you later this morning. I saw in the file you have a recommendation from that sweet girl in accounting Janet Harrows, she is just sweet as sugar and I just can't wait to meet you after seeing that."

Jordan tried to power through, having a hard time focusing on what she was saying. "Yes Ma'am, I am looking forward to that too, I was calling about the interview." Mrs. Gunther cut him off again "Of course you are dear, with a name like Applegate and friends with Miss Harrows I'm sure you are a good seed." The elderly lady laughed at her own joke playing on his name before continuing. "You calling ahead to make sure the interview is still on is just good manners and good business, I just can't wait to meet you. I have already been interviewing people this morning and I tell you sweetie none of them had the good manners to call ahead like you. You know what dear I know we have not met yet, but why don't you just call me Mrs. Bridget, it is still a little formal so we can get away with the little informality. Now, dear, I do have to go, we have more interviews to do this morning and don't go and thinking you are getting the job just because I have taken a shine to you, we have some good girls here trying to do honest work. Now I will see you later, I can't wait to see you. Bye now, dear." Mrs. Bridget smiled as she hung up her phone and turned to one of her coworkers. "That Jordan girl, she is just so sweet and has just the mousiest of voices, she better be careful of the men here might eat her alive. Though she could be one of those work till married girls. She again laughed at her own joke.

Jordan pulled the phone from his ear and was just flabbergasted, she barely let him speak at all and now he felt stuck, what was he going to do. He sat there on the floor longer and figured the first step was a shower and maybe his brain would kick in. With his room locked up, he went into the master bedroom and used Eric's shower. When he grabbed the body wash almost nothing at all came out so he had to use some fruity-smelling one left by, Becky. "Just my luck." He lathered and washed his body and hair and after getting got out and drying off he could smell the sweet-smelling soap lingering on him, but it did give him an idea.

Walking into the bedroom Jordan pulled open the closet and found what he was looking for, Becky's clothes, she had so many of them. He figured she must have something not too feminine that he could get away with and after a bit of looking he found what looked like a close-to-normal pants suit or at least so he thought. He went to grab his boxers from the other day and realized he couldn't' wear them, some spilled beer and scent of smoke from last night, not to mention a cum stain from his activities yesterday.

"Well shit." Jordan rummaged through some drawers till he found Becky's panty drawer and pulled out a black pair and put them on quickly so he wouldn't think himself out of this course of action. "Why couldn't I be bigger or Eric be smaller so I could at least fit in his clothes without looking ridiculous." Moving as fast as he was Jordan didn't notice dried cum on the back of the panties from Eric's nightly pleasure sessions. The next issue was the pants almost fit they were about an inch too small for his waist. He banged the wall with his hand in frustration and regretted it right away as the shockwave hurt his brain reminding him the world is pain when hungover. He had seen something that could help in Becky's lingerie, a small corset that goes around the stomach, so on it went and the thing was made to make Becky be pulled in a little so when Jordan did it the feeling was horrible like he couldn't breathe. His masculine pride felt like it was in shambles, no beard, wearing woman's clothing and a device that pulled his waist in so he could have a girlish figure. Though with it on he was able to fit into the pants and blouse no problem, though he realized he had to wear something under the blouse as it was just too sheer. "Why was she such a girly girl! Arg" Removing the blouse he found a white or white-ish he wasn't the best with the subtle color differences camisole and put the blouse back on. The reverse buttons were a pain and all tasks were difficult hungover as he was.

Drinking down another glass of water in the bathroom he looked in the mirror, and he didn't like what he saw. But he figured the jacket would cover the blouse for the most part. He did need to get rid of those bags under his eyes. He grabbed a brush and pulled his hair back into a low ponytail and securing it with a simple blank band. "If I stayed home yesterday everything would have been better.. now look at me. I better wow this woman so I can get the job. If she asks about my clothes as embarrassing as it is, I will just mention the water leak and how I had to borrow from my roommate, least that way she won't think I'm gay." Walking over to the vanity Jordan did what he did yesterday with the concealer and making sure his complexion was even before adding some powder and then from muscle memory, he added eyeliner not thinking about how it added to everything else that was just going on. Picking up the jacket he put it on and buttoned it and looked in the mirror. The jacket was cut in to show his narrow waist, this thing screamed girl. Taking it off he tossed it on the bed and looked through the closet again.

Pulling out one of Eric's older jackets, this was one his parents sent him last year but it was too small for him and he didn't like throwing away anything, or at least that is the impression he got from seeing all his ex-girlfriends stuff still here over a month after they broke up, but at least they were helping him today. Pulling on the jacket Jordan realized it was still too big for him, but not as much as his others, so he rolled up the sleeves and buttoned the jacket closed. The last thing he needed was shoes and his sneakers wouldn't do, so he looked through Becky's old shoes and found the least feminine shoe he could and it was still too girly for his tastes. They were slide on black shoes with a two-inch black rubber heel, but with the pants that hung down past his ankle, he was sure he could get away with it. He started to walk to the bathroom to see how he looked when he saw the clock and it hit him, he still needed to pick up his resume's from the store that he paid for yesterday. "Shit... I can't be late." He dashed into the living room and grabbed the shoulder satchel he used for interviews then stuffed his wallet and keys in and off he went calling for an uber on the way.

As he got out of the car in front of Mega-Corp skyscraper Jordan felt a little intimidated, his hair was now blowing in the light wind, somehow he lost the hair tie somewhere when he was getting his resume's and they did look good as far as he could see. Walking inside Jordan went up to the front counter still whispering, but not as much as he was before. His headache was subsiding, but still present, and when you keep talking a specific way it just becomes easier to keep talking that way. The girl behind the front desk was young and had light brown hair and large brown eyes. When she smiled and asked what can I do for you, his mind lost some blood flow as his dick stiffened a little bit As his mind replaced the word for then replacing it with to. He moved his bag in front of his crotch but still looked down not saying anything. The pretty little thing stood up and looked down too exposing some of her cleavage on her low cut down. "Oh I'm sorry did you drop something?" She said with a singsong voice. "Oh oh no, I'm Jordan for the interview." He said as he stared down her blouse compounding his problem. "Oh, yes you are expected Mrs. Gunther has been talking about you, I haven't seen her this excited since she hired me!" Her bubbly attitude and the way she looked was just too much for Jordan, the silky panties felt so good rubbing on him as he walked and he had done so good to contain himself but he needed to do something. His eyes darted to the sides of the room when he saw the bathrooms. Looking back to the girl ahead of him he again compulsory bit his lip and said "Is it okay to use the restroom?" Bubbly as ever the girl nodded

"Of course you can, I'm Tiffany by the way. Here I will escort you, I to stand anyways, not always good to sit all day." She said with a chipper smile. As the girl walked in front of him Jordan watched her pleated skirt sway from side to side with each step of her heeled feet and he felt memorized following her, his problem growing to full girth. He hardly heard the door open as he followed her into the bathroom full of stalls and a large mirror. "You just go ahead I have to freshen up," Tiffany said as she went to the bathroom mirror to touch up her makeup.

Jordan snapped out of it and wondered why she came into the men's room with him, but seeing no urinals he figured it was one of those combined bathrooms. In the stall, he went and he quickly freed his member, he thought he could rub out one real quick before he had to go in, but not with Tiffany right there. So he touched his hand to the cold water in the bowl and touched it to his cock, it had the effect he wanted even if it wasn't fast enough. So he tucked it between his legs then pulled his panties and pants up. When he came out he had to re-button his jacket and Tiffany saw what was underneath. Mentally he was kicking himself, how was everything going so badly. "You have a great figure, what kind of diet are you on? Tiffany asked as she re-capped her lipstick, looking at him in the mirror. Not wanting to admit to the waist cincher and wearing female clothes he replied "Oh just the kind you go on when unemployed for a while." He smiled at the end hoping she would take it as at least a partial joke. She giggled and looked Jordan over.

The girl had nice clothes, that jacket sure didn't fit her well and she could do with some more makeup and oh gosh her nails, it looks like she bites them. Tiffany was sure that Jordan could be just as eye-catching as her if she put a little more effort in and with the way Mrs. Gunther talked about her, she would be joining the team. Tiffany could see how shy and mousy she was and just knew the two of them could be good friends. "Okay let's go back out front and I will get a photo of you for your visitors' badge."

Jordan nodded and followed Tiffany, but this time looked at the floor instead of her swaying walk. When Tiffany looked back all she could see was a timid girl following her. She led Jordan over to the front counter again and told her to smile, not liking the photo she tried a few more asking Jordan to turn his head slightly to the side and give a large toothy smile. "Here we go, a nice photo for you. All of these badge photos come out so horrible but I think yours is nice." Tiffany said as he clipped it to the front of his jacket, while Jordan was trying not to look down her blouse again and instead looked at her badge. In the photo, Tiffany's hair was blonde and had a little curl. Jordan had looked away from just about anyone who talked to him looking down, not because he was being timid, but because it just hurt when people talked directly at him, so when he replied in his soft-spoken voice it just kept reinforcing the timid girl impression to everyone he had interacted with even now when he was trying to flirt. "Tiffany you look beautiful in your picture, but better in real life." Whatever Jordan thought was going to happen he didn't expect Tiffany to hug him. "You are just so sweet, thank you Jordan the two of us are going to be fast friends I just know it. How about you give me your phone number so we can talk later okay?"

Jordan's heart flew from the hug and with just one line he was getting her number, maybe today wasn't so bad after all he thought. As he gave her his number Tiffany squinted looking at his face and it made him worry she could tell he was wearing more than just the eyeliner. "Sweety your lips look chapped and I can tell you don't use lip gloss, but I want you to get this job and if I see you with chapped lips so will Mrs. Gunther and she will think you just don't take care of yourself. So let me fix that for you." Tiffany wasn't asking she pulled out her lip gloss and coated his lips. He of course complied but wanting to make a good impression on Mrs. Bridget Gunther and Tiffany. "Alright off you go now, take the elevator up to the tenth floor and they will take it from there." Jordan smile at her not knowing his lips now shone from the lip glass thinking she just applied some chapstick considering she talked about his lips being chapped, but it was just so hard for him to catch everything people were saying his head the way it was. So up he went to the tenth floor, coming out of the elevator he already had an older woman waiting for him holding a leather binder. "Here you are dear, I'm Mrs. Bridget, it is so nice to finally meet you. While you were on the way up I got a phone call from Tiffany, isn't she just the greatest. It was a short conversation, but she thinks you have what it takes to succeed here and I already hold the sweet girl in high praise. So while it isn't on paper that is two recommendations you have for the job. Don't worry though. Tiffany said she would have something written to me in my email within the hour so that I can slip it into the file no problem."

Just like the last conversations she gave him hardly any room to talk the only thing he got out was a weak agreement that Tiffany was indeed the greatest before she talked right over him again and brought him back to her office. Once both of them were seated Mrs. Gunther noted that while Jordan was well mannered and kind, she seemed to have little grace and was wearing what appeared to be a men's jacket. The poor girl was probably a bit of a tomboy growing up or didn't have a strong female presence to help her. "Now dear I have already looked over your resume, I have a few questions for you and have to double-check your references. Though considered one of them is already someone who wrote in your favor to apply to the job I only have a single phone call to make to a Mr. Eric Morrison. Jordan nodded and opened his mouth to speak when she picked back up again. "Now it looks like the two of you have the same address, so you two live together, yes?

With the way, he was dressed Jordon wanted to make sure she knew he was just a roommate, as he wasn't gay. Though as he nodded and said "Yes," she talked right over again.

"Sweetheart, it looks like some of your clothes are not suited for you, so I have to ask why you chose to wear them to an interview at a company like Mega-corp, surely you know we have an image to upkeep. From our executives to our administrative assistants everyone needs to look their best, I'm sure you agree after you saw Tiffany, she always dresses so nice. Oh, when I was young I wish I could afford to dress as she does now." Jordon was a little lost as she rambled off on Tiffany, though he one hundred percent agreed with her on how she looked. "Yes ma'am, I'm sorry I mean yes Mrs. Bridget." Jordan corrected himself seeing him about to interrupt him again, but he needed to get this out and get the record right why he was wearing female clothing since she noticed. "You see a pipe burst in my room and I had to borrow clothes from Eric's closet and..." Mrs. Bridget tapped gently on his hand causing him to stop talking briefly and the stop only allowed her to take over talking. "Oh, that is fine sweetheart, just fine. I'm so sorry you had to go through with that, and you came in anyways. You are just a gem, you know that Jordan. I wish I had ten more girls just like you. Considering the circumstances, the only thing left is your references and that being your boyfriend I can't imagine him saying anything bad, so I would like to offer you the job here as an administrative assistant if you accept you will be working on the 14th floor for a Mr. Wesker. He can be particular, but I think he will just want to eat you up, you are so sweet.

Jordan wanted to object, Eric wasn't his boyfriend. She did think he was gay, shit and he would have corrected her but when she offered him the job he was afraid if he corrected her she would change her mind. What if she was giving him the job because she thought he was, maybe that is why she said she wanted more girls like her. So he did the only thing he could cause needed this job. He smiled like he had never smiled before and said yes. Mrs. Bridget came out from behind her desk and gave her a warm hug. "You will get a priority mail later today, either you or your boyfriend need to sign for it. It will be your offer letter with all the details, oh I just can't wait for you to start. Though you will need to make sure you follow the dress code okay dear?" Jordan nodded as she escorted him through the door and back to the elevator. He felt like it was a dream. He got the job, but they thought he was gay, but at the same time he got a phone number from a dream girl just like he thought of the other day. Well HR couldn't tell anyone things like who is gay and who isn't, so he was safe there. That last thought brought him back down to earth and eased his fears. Walking back into the main area he saw Tiffany was gone, more than likely at lunch.

With a smile on his face Jordan walked through the lobby, it was uncomfortable to be walking with his cock between his legs, but the feeling of the panties rubbing on him as he walked was amazing. Stepping outside Jordan got an uber home and with Eric going into work early he would already be there so he could tell him the good news. Soon he would be getting paychecks and be on his way to clearing away his debt, though he wasn't sure now if he wanted to pursue Tiffany who seemed to be this hot secretary bimbo that he fantasied about or still try to Janet even though she was still seeing someone. Janet was beautiful as well, but with her, it was so much deeper. That and he knew she was way smarter than him, but who knows feelings for Tiffany could definitely grow, and maybe the bubbly vapid girl is just an act. The thoughts kept his mind busy throughout the ride and he didn't even notice the driver calling him Miss.

Jordan finally made it back to their apartment and practically ran up the stairs and flung the door open, before he could speak he saw Eric, who immediately picked him up in a big bear hug with a great big smile on his face. "How was the interview? Do you have the job?!"

Eric swung Jordan around, his short legs dangling freely and his shoes fallen to the floor. "N-n-not yet. Put me down ya bear!"

Eric put Jordan down still smiling. "Sorry man, I'm just so excited. I really hated having to say all that stuff to you so I'm glad your interview went well."

"Uh yeah...about that, has anyone called you?"

"No, why?"

"Okay....okay, there's a tiny issue with the job." Jordan bit his lip nervously.

"What? You didn't ask about letting your band play at some office party did you?"

"No, dang I should've though, but no see she wouldn't really let me get a word in and I couldn't correct her and cause I had to wear all this-"

"Hey, yeah! Is that my jacket...dude? Are those Becky's pants?"

"I had no clothes! And you're such a big mo...man. I couldn't fit into anything but her old clothes and I borrowed your jacket to at least try to cover it up only now..."

Eric sat on the couch, his large frame making it seem even smaller. "Now?"

"Now she thinks we're...that we're...me and you are...a couple." Jordan couldn't bring himself to say they were gay. His male pride simply wouldn't let him.

"What?!"

"She's going to call you today because you're my reference please just go along with it," Jordan begged, grabbing Eric's hands in his. "I was afraid to-" Just then Eric's phone rang. "Please!" he begged once more.

Eric answered his phone. "Hello?"

"Hello dear, this is Bridget Gunther with Mega-corp calling for Eric Morrison."

"This is he." Eric looked at his friend and the desperation in his eyes. Jordan was trying, and he did say he'd help him. What did he care if strangers thought he was someone's boyfriend.

"That's great!" she said cheerfully. Now, you recently were put as Jordan Applegate's reference, I'm calling about an administrative assistant job Jordan has recently interviewed for. Can you tell me a little bit about your girlfriend?"

"Oh um,...yeah." They thought Jordan was a girl? Well with his height...and his clothes...was he skinnier? "Jordan is great, kind, funny, a hard worker, really motivated for uh, upward mobility, and willing to do any job no matter how hard." Most of which was true, but he didn't say for how long before his motivation returned to his music.

"Well, that's great. I do have one more question."

"Okay?"

"Is she standing right beside you?"

Eric looked at Jordan, who still held his hand, his face a mix of desperation and hope. "Definitely."

"Then perhaps, could you put me on speakerphone?"

"Okay?"

Eric held the phone between them, "Jordan?" Mrs.Gunther crackled cheerfully over the speaker.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Based on the interview and the recommendations from Tiffany, your friend Janet, and your boyfriend Eric, I would like to extend a happy and hardy welcome you to Mega-corp."

Jordan bounced up and down on the couch. "Really?!"

"Yes of course my dear!" Mrs.Gunther laughed over the phone as she heard Jordan cheer happily. "I'll expect you here at 9 a.m tomorrow morning to sign your employment contracts and give you a tour of the office and your duties."

"Oh, that's just great Mrs...Bridgette! I will be there with bells on!"

She laughed again. "Well have a good day dear, we'll talk more in the future."

"Goodbye!" With that, the line went dead and Jordan threw his arms around Eric's neck. "Thank you, thank you so, so, so, sooooo much!" Jordan was alight with happiness, he didn't have to be homeless, he didn't have to lose his best friend, he wouldn't be abandoned again, he'd have money!

Eric was shocked by Jordan's reaction, he knew his friend didn't want to be homeless, no one does, but he looked close to tears. "Jordan." Eric tried to pull Jordan free but he had a viper-like grip. "Jordan, we need to talk."

"No talks now, only hugs. Hug me fuzzball!" So Eric hugged, it had been so long since he had seen his friend even a fraction of close to this level of happiness. He wouldn't spoil it yet. They hugged quietly on their couch for a long time before Eric was able to extract himself from Jordan.

"Jordan." Jordan was still all smiles as he looked up to his friend like a helpless puppy. "When you said 'couple', what exactly did you mean?"

Jordan winced. "Yeah, she thought I was...ya know...gay cause of how I was dressed, but don't worry I'll just make up some excuse if there's ever an office party or something."

"I don't think she thinks you're gay."

"Really? But she thinks I'm your boyfriend."

"No...no she doesn't. She thinks...she thinks you're my girlfriend." Jordan's smile fell apart like a broken mirror.

"What? How?"

"You haven't looked in a mirror have you?"

"I mean not since I did my make...no." Eric held up his cellphone using the camera app like a compact mirror. "Okay, my hair's down, it got blown around by the wind..."

"And you're wearing women's clothes."

"I explained that."

"And you smell like a girl."

"You were out of body wash."

"And you're wearing makeup."

"I...barely slept. I didn't want to look like a racoon..." His voice trailed off as his brain came to slowly accept what Eric was saying.

"You're my girlfriend."

"No, no, no!....no! No!" Jordan stood up pacing back and forth, "They can't, it's one thing they think I'm, I'm, I'm gay! But a woman? I can't! At least a gay guy can wear pants! What am I going to do!?"

"Well, you could tell her the truth and risk the job or..."

"or what?!"

"Pretend to be the woman they already think you are."

"Are you outta your cotton pickin' mind?! I can't do that! I'm not some, some, I don't even know!"

Eric stood and hugged Jordan again, this time warmly wrapping his arms around his friend as Jordan buried his face in Eric's chest.

After a long hug and an even longer nap, Jordan had settled down and sat at the dining table while Eric cooked thumbing the number he got today. 'She probably thinks I'm a girl too.' Jordan reasoned even she didn't and he was found out he could lose his job for misrepresenting himself or worse. "Hey, cheer up, man." Eric placed a BLT in front of his friend. "We should be celebrating. You got a job." Eric forced cheer into his voice.

"As a woman."

"So what? It pays money." Eric tried soothing his friend by rubbing his back with one hand. "It's not the end of the world."

"I'll have to dress up, and wear makeup, every day."

"So, you remember that time you told me some of your favorite bands wore makeup. And it's not like you haven't worn it for your band before."

"Yeah but I wasn't pretending to be a girl, I was just...adding some color."

"So think of it like that, add some color and some clothes and poof, you go from Jordan to...Jordan."

Jordan sighed, "Fine. Think I can borrow a couple bucks to get something that actually fits? If I'm going to be a woman, I'm going to be a butch woman."

Eric tried to ignore the irony of his statement. "I told you, I gave the last of my cash away for blackmail."

"Well, what am I going to do? All of mine are sealed up in my room!"

"You could grab something of Becky's and use that. It worked before." Jordan groaned and dropped his head on the table with a heavy thud.