TANGO GOLF - COP WITH A DIFFERENCE
Chapter Ten
Copyright 2004 Tanya J. Allan
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10.
Peejay met my plane at Baltimore. He was waiting by the baggage carousel and I launched myself into his arms. It was so good to see him again.
It was about 3pm, and he had a beaten up VW, which rattled its way across to where his house was. It was a tall town house in a quiet neighbourhood. The leaves on the trees were all turning brown, and there was a coolness in the air.
He parked the car outside and carried my bag for me. He had an enormous grin on his face, and I think it was mirrored by the one on mine.
The house had four big bedrooms, two bathrooms, a huge living room and a kitchen/diner. There was a basement, which was the boys' playroom, and they had a bar and a pool table as well as a games console plugged into an old TV.
His room was at the back of the house, and he took me straight up.
"The guys are in lectures at the moment, so we have the place to ourselves," he said, the smile broadening.
After we had made love, we lay cuddled together in his bed.
"It is so good having you here," he said.
"Mmmm," I said, snuggling up to him.
"So, how did you like being a detective?" he asked.
"It was okay. I didn't think I'd like it, but it was pretty interesting."
"Are you going to take the job?"
"Yes. The Lieutenant, John, has booked me into the course at the academy next month, and then I'll pick up my gold shield."
"So no more gun battles?"
"I hope not."
"So do I."
We lay there a while. I just loved feeling our naked bodies touching. He gently massaged my back, and had I been a cat, I'd have purred.
"So how long are you here?"
"I've taken two weeks off."
"Cool. The guys are a bit scared at meeting you," he said.
"Of me?"
"Yeah, they seem to have this picture of a female Robocop."
I laughed.
"I wonder who gave them that idea?"
He chuckled.
"You are up to something," I observed, and his laugh got worse.
"You know your black leather stuff?" he asked.
I had a black leather skirt, with matching waistcoat and long coat. He liked the boots that had 4" heels and came up to my knees.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Did you bring them all?"
"Why?"
"Did you?" he asked, with a sneaky grin.
"As it happens, yes, I did."
"Great."
"Peejay. Why?"
"It is just that Matt keeps going on about a character in one of his books. She is a blonde secret agent who always dresses in black leather. You'll have to see his walls. He has all these posters of blonde girls all dressed in black leather."
"Who is Matt?"
"He is just one of the guys I share this house with. He is a good buddy. But he was going on and on at me about dating a cop. So I told him you'd joined this special department, and worked in plain clothes."
"So?"
"Could you wear your leather gear tonight. We've asked a few people over for a kind of welcome to Baltimore party for you, and I thought I'd get him back."
"How?"
"Well, he spends most of the time in the basement on the computer game. So you could sort of wander in there, looking hot, and just turn his libido into jello."
I smiled.
"Little things for little minds," I muttered, and he grinned at me.
We went and had a shower together, which took a real long time. Then, exhausted, but cleaner, we returned to the bedroom.
To please him, I dressed in my black bra and panties, with stockings and garter belt. Then I wore a black silk top, with a low cut that displayed my cleavage. I put on my tight leather skirt, which had a slit up the back so I could walk, and my black leather waistcoat. It was too hot for my coat.
I tugged on my boots, and then put on my make up, making it as exotic as I could. I brushed my hair out, and saw Peejay was watching me.
"I'd almost forgotten how truly beautiful you are," he said.
I smiled, and he came and put his arms around me.
"To think we almost lost each other."
"We didn't though."
"No, thank God."
"Hey, have you thought about where we are going to end up?"
"Not yet. Once I get qualified, then I shall start looking. Why have you any ideas?"
"I don't really care. I just want to be with you."
We hugged and kissed for a while, and I heard some noises from down stairs.
"The guys are back," he said.
"You've mussed up my make up," I said, and set about repairing it.
He was poking about in my shoulder bag, and found my Glock.
"Shit Sherri. You've brought your gun?"
"Sure, why not?" I asked.
"How did you get it on the plane?"
"As a cop, I just show the badge and they put it in a special bag in the hold."
"Um, do you have a shoulder holster or anything like that?"
"No, I have a holster which clips onto my belt or skirt."
"Would you wear it? I mean, just for a bit, as a kind of gag."
"Peejay, this isn't a joke. It is a real gun, because I'm a real cop. I'm not into gags, and especially not with guns."
"Okay, I'm not asking you to wave it about, just to wear it and be seen wearing it."
"They know I'm a cop, right?"
"Yeah, the guys do."
"Meaning?"
"Some of the people coming to the party might not."
"Peejay, I am not wearing a gun for the party."
"I don't want you to, Honey. I just want to get Matt. And the way you look, he will piss himself."
I frowned but dug out my holster and slid the Glock into it, and clipped it to my belt at the back. He was watching me.
"What now?"
"Er, handcuffs?"
"No."
"Aw, Honey."
"No, for starters, I didn't bring them. And secondly, even if I had, do you think I'd let them loose amongst a bunch of students?"
He put both hands up in mock surrender.
"Okay, I give up. Just come down when you are ready, oh, and wear your shades," he said, and combed his hair and walked out.
"Damn," I said. He could be such a fool. I realised that by joining the air force, and then the police, I had missed out of this student type stage. I was quite glad really.
I looked at my reflection, and smiled. I looked pretty good. I followed Peejay, and went down stairs.
Peejay was in the kitchen, helping sort out the beer and glasses. I walked in and the two guys with him stopped what they were dong and stared at me.
"Hi guys," I said.
"Oh. Guys, this is my girl, Sherri. Honey, the tall gormless one is Harry and the other one is Rod," Peejay introduced us.
"Hi Sherri." said Rod, Harry just stared at me.
"Does he speak?" I asked and Peejay hit him.
Harry started and went red.
"Sorry, hi Sherri. You look, um, you look very nice."
"Thanks Harry," I said, and gave him a big smile, and he went even redder.
"Um, Peejay, had Matt seen Sherri yet?" Rod asked.
"No, why?" he asked, all innocently.
"No reason," he said.
I turned and walked out to the living room, and the guys could see my gun.
"Fuck, hey Peejay. She's got a fuckin' gun, man!" Harry 'whispered'.
I just smiled, and had a look round the house.
"What's in the basement?" I shouted to Peejay.
"Just Matt, and some games and stuff," he shouted back.
"Can I take a look?" I said, and this caused a stampede, as the three of them tried to get down the stairs first.
A fair-haired boy, who looked a bit like Melanie's old boyfriend Tim, was playing a computer game. He was slouched in an old sofa, and hardly looked up as we all came in.
"Hi guys," he said, not taking his eyes off the screen.
I had now got my shades on, and walked over to the bar in the corner, and was surprised. Considering this was a house shared by four male students, it was remarkably clean and tidy.
"This place is very nice," I said, and walked behind the TV.
I was conscious of the three others laughing, and so I looked round. Matt was staring at me, looking pale, and his mouth hung open. His computer games handset fell forgotten from his fingers, and I swear he started to drool.
"Hi, you must be Matt. I'm Sherri."
He vaguely nodded, and stared at my boots and then at the gun on my hip.
"Are you okay?" I asked, and again he nodded vacantly.
I frowned and sniffed the air.
"Can you smell something?" I asked, and they were all at it - sniffing and frowning.
"No, what?" asked Peejay, frowning at me.
"Cannabis," I said and looked straight at Matt.
"Have you been smoking a joint?" I asked, quite abruptly.
The colour drained from his face, and he just sat there shaking his head, and moving his lips. But no sound could be heard.
I walked right up to him, and put my hands onto his collar, and pulled him up so our noses were inches away from each other.
"Are you sure?" I said.
He shook his head, frowned and then nodded, vigorously. I took my shades off, and stared at him.
"Peejay says you like leather. So, how do you like my outfit?"
His lips moved again.
"I'm sorry, you'll have to better than that, or I'll just have to take you downtown."
"You l-l-l-look amazing," he stammered.
I smiled, and released him, letting him flop back into the sofa.
"Why thank you. Now, one more thing. I want to see your room. NOW."
He swallowed and saw his friends creased up with laughter. He frowned and looked back at me. I was not smiling any more.
"Now?"
"Now."
I held out a hand, and pulled him to his feet. I followed him upstairs, and into his room.
Sure enough, the walls were festooned with ladies clad in different styles of leather. All with boots.
I nodded.
"Okay, now I've seen it, what have you got to say about it?"
"I'm sorry?" he asked, tentatively.
I looked at him.
"Not you Matt. You!" I said turning to Peejay.
"Me?"
"Why don't you have a picture of me on your wall?"
It was too late, he was lying down laughing so much, I thought he would have an accident any moment.
I turned back to Matt who looked as if he was shell-shocked.
"I'm sorry Matt, but these SOBs thought it would be funny to play on your predilection for leather. So Peejay set you up."
"Are you really a cop?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.
Flipped open my wallet and showed him my badge.
"Yup, I sure am."
"Um, was that news report true, the one about the two guys?"
"The two guys I shot. Yeah, it was true."
"Um, could you really smell cannabis?"
"This is a student house, isn't it?" I asked.
"Um, yeah."
"Then I could," I said, and walked out.
I lost the gun. I locked it away in our room, and Peejay locked the door. I was taking no chances tonight.
I contemplated changing into something a little more comfortable, but was shouted down by the guys. They told me that they liked my look so much; particularly as the other female law student types would not even come close to me.
I sent Peejay out to do some shopping, and then spent some time in the kitchen making some homemade Pizza, and Matt came in and put a huge pan of hotdogs on, and then chopped up about twelve onions and started frying them.
He kept giving me really odd glances, and in the end I laughed and told him to relax.
"Look, I don't dress like this often, and Peejay wanted to see your reaction, so you can stop reacting. Okay?"
"I'm sorry, but I've never seen anyone so amazing," he said, and then went very red indeed.
Harry came in with a red-haired girl he told me was called Rhona. They were obviously going out together, as she was put to work making salad. Matt wandered off to sort out plates and cutlery.
"You're Pete's fiancée?" she asked.
"Yeah, for my sins."
"I love the outfit. I wondered why Matt was drooling."
I smiled.
"Are you in law school too?" I asked.
"Yes, same year as the guys."
"I'm doing a BA in Criminal Law." I admitted.
"I thought you were a cop?"
"I am. I am studying part time. I can't afford to take time off work, and besides, I love my job too much."
"Do you want to be a lawyer?"
"I don't think so. But I figure that if I have a degree then my options will increase." I said.
"I have an Uncle who is in the FBI. They only recruit graduates these days."
"Well, that's one option." I said.
Peejay returned and dumped a box on the table. He grabbed me and gave me a kiss. Then he noticed Rhona.
"Hi Rhona, how're you?" he said.
"Okay, Sherri has been telling me about her studies."
"Yeah, she's doing well. I went with her to summer school, and she has a sharp brain. I pity any lawyer who tries to take her on in the witness box."
I took out the Pizza bases and started to put on the toppings, and stuck them back into the oven.
There was no real start time, as people started drifting in from that moment. I was in the kitchen, and gradually the party seemed to be just happening around me. Before I knew it there were about fifteen people in there, and the noise level was getting very loud.
Peejay handed me a Miller Lite, and stayed with me, one arm casually around my waist, in a rather proprietary manner.
"What's the matter, feeling insecure?" I whispered.
"No, I am just so honoured and proud of you, I just like being seen with you," he whispered back, and nuzzled my neck.
It sent shivers down my spine, and I hit him.
"Don't start that. It is way too early to go upstairs and screw," I said, and he laughed.
The timer buzzed at me, and I took the pizzas out of the oven, and cleared some space on the table. The guys cut it into portions and we put them on plates and took them into the dining room. I was amazed, as there must have been nearly one hundred people in the house. They were everywhere, and even up the stairs.
"We have no where near enough food," I shouted to Peejay.
He shrugged.
"They aren't here for the food."
I relaxed, and just went with the flow. It was actually a good party, and I found myself talking to loads of people. One person caught my eye, as at first I thought he was a girl. He had quite long auburn hair, and was quite slender and effeminate.
He was dressed in casual jeans and a sweater, but all his movements were restrained and rather feminine. It was weird, because it was as if I could identify something in him that I had once been, and I felt sorry for him. It was stupid, as I didn't know him, and he might be completely content as he was, and unaware as to his appearance, but I doubted it somehow.
I went over to him, as he was sitting on the stairs, talking to Matt. They were discussing the merits of various computer games.
Matt went red as I approached, and I grinned at him.
"Hi, er, this is Sherri, she's Pete's cop. I mean she's a cop and Pete's fiancée. Sherri, this is Chris," Mat said, going even redder.
I shook Chris's hand, and found that he even shook hands like a girl.
"Hi Chris. Another law student too?"
He smiled, and I found it disconcerting, as he really was too pretty to be a boy.
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
"Afraid? Why, isn't it what you want to do?" I asked.
He blushed, and flicked his hair from his face.
"It's my Dad's idea really. He is senior partner in a prestigious law firm, and I have to fulfil a family tradition."
Matt mumbled something about getting another drink, and wandered off. I took his place next to Chris on the stairs. I noticed he was looking at my clothes, and not in the same way as most of the guys had.
"That's a shame. It is a real bummer when parents try to make you into something you obviously aren't," I said, and he looked at me sharply.
I smiled.
"Like, I was a boy for my first eleven years. But it was never going to work, and voila!" I said, and lifted my hands up to indicate my female form.
Chris frowned and looked closely at me.
"Oh, I was actually female all along, I just had to have some extra skin and stuff removed. But I do know what it is like being one thing, and knowing that deep down I was something else."
He laughed, a little nervously.
"Am I that obvious?" he asked.
"I don't know about anyone else. But as soon as I saw you, I saw a girl," I said.
He looked down at his hands.
"I have never told anyone, but some people seem to guess. I don't know what to do. There are a few gay guys who always hit on me, and I'm not into that," he said, and I sensed there was one very confused and unhappy guy/girl here. He was almost in tears.
We chatted for ages, I told him about my life, and how it had been so wonderfully changed since the operation. He shared some of his feelings, and I was aware he was afraid of releasing too much. I was, after all, a complete stranger.
I made a decision.
Come on, come with me," I said, standing up and holding my hand out to him. He looked up, a frown on his face.
"Why?"
"It is time for Christine to make her entrance to the world."
He shook his head.
"I couldn't, not here."
"Okay, you tell me one person here who doesn't either know or hasn't guessed you are a transsexual?"
At the use of that word he stared at me, and blushed again.
"Aren't you?" I asked, and he looked at his hands and nodded.
"So, live a little, and be yourself," I said, and held my hand out.
He took it and I pulled him to his feet. He was remarkably light.
I went and unlocked our bedroom door, and pulled him inside, locking the door again.
"You are so pretty, you should never have been born a male," I said.
We were about the same height, except I was bigger in the chest and hips.
"Have you ever dressed?" I asked.
"As a girl?"
"Of course."
He went red, and nodded.
"A few times, in my room."
"And, did you like it?"
He nodded.
"I felt guilty. My dad will kill me if he finds out."
"Well, your Dad hasn't been asked to the party, so strip off, we are going to make you look hot."
He took his clothes off, and I handed him some of my underwear. He slipped on a bra and panties, he knew how to tuck himself away, and I smiled as he seemed totally un-phased by my presence.
He put on some pantyhose, and I noted with interest that he had no leg hair to speak of.
"Do you shave or wax?" I asked, and he went red and nodded.
"I started shaving, but it grows back twice as strong, so I wax now."
I found a smart skirt and a tight top, and he looked very nice in them. I filled the bra with rolled up pantyhose, and he slipped on a pair of my shoes with two inch heels.
I brushed his hair out, and started on his makeup. I laid some foundation, and then accentuated his cheekbones, and then went to work on his lovely eyes. He had the most incredible eyelashes, and I was almost jealous.
I finished it off with some lip-gloss over the lipstick, and shaped and varnished his fingernails.
"Stand up."
The 'girl' stood.
She looked wonderful, very slim hips, but not excessively so, a narrow waist and a proportionate bust. Her arms were long and slender, and her hands graceful and pretty. Her legs were amazing, and the skirt was long enough to cover everything, and short enough to be sexy.
"Okay, look in the mirror, Chrissy. There is no doubt that you should have been a girl." I said, and she went and looked.
Her hands flew to her mouth, and she grinned at her reflection.
There was no sign of the boy there now, as she was 100% feminine.
"Oh my God. Is that me?"
"Yup. Do you like it?"
"Its wonderful. But I can't go down stairs like this."
"Why not?"
"Because..."
"That isn't a reason."
"I just can't."
"Stick close to me. You'll be fine." I said, opening the door. |