Eric Goes to Work

Eric closed his web browser, and held the pills from Tiffany in his hand.

He had done a little more research, and found what...he thought...was an informative blog on TG issues and transition.

According to the blog, many trans-women were ashamed of their identity. And too embarrassed to accept it and too scared to transition. They needed support, and a bit of a push to do it, and be themselves. Without help, they would become despondent and even suicidal.

He figured this applied to Jorda....Jodie.

He decided to be supportive. His friend was finding herself, and he could help. So he took the pills, measured out a dose, and got a glass of water.

In the bedroom, Jordan was sniffling and fighting back tears. Things had gotten too far out of hand. This was crazy, he was losing control. But? He figured he could still fix it, he just needed to save up some money, wait for the corrective surgery, find a new job, and likely a new start somewhere away from here.

“Jodie,” Eric said entering the room. “The medical directions said that post op, you could have blood clots or strokes unless you continue ALL medications,” Eric lied. Handing Jodie the pills and water.

“Thanks,” Jordan said grabbing them and fighting back the signs he had been crying. Jordan did not want to lose face in front of his friend, a strange thought given recent events, but there nonetheless.

He downed the pills with a large gulp of water. “What would I ever do without you?” Jordan asked, glad his friend would support and help him regain his masculinity and also ensure that he did not die in the process due to complications and have his family bury their newly found daughter.

“I don’t know,” Eric said, convinced Jodie was admitting he needed Eric’s help to transition, and to ignore his phony pleas of resistance on the surface.

“I have to go to work, but I’ll fill Lauren in on what you may need today” Eric said leaving Jodie to sleep, with the hormones altering his body chemistry that much more to match his blossoming body.