My
first encounter with the cops
"Goodnight! Do you know why I
stopped you?"
These are the words I hear from the
patrolman, while I am offering my drivers licence and
the registration of my car. I do not think he is
smiling and it would be difficult for me to say since he
is
directing the light of his flashlight right on my face.
This is the way starts my first encounter with a cop while
driving "en femme". It is around eleven o'clock at night and I
am
on my way back to my Montreal apartment.
A few minutes before, I had left the
place of a very "special" lady
dominatrix who asked me fifty additional dollars
just to show me her penis. Even if she was
very good looking, I decided it was just
a rip off and left her after she took a
few pictures with my Polaroid camera (see the little
picture above). As of today, I have been living my
life as a "part time woman" for just a
few months.
Right before the cops arrested me, I was driving
on a boulevard, on the south shore of
Montreal. At a traffic light, I did not
notice that, when the green came on, only
an arrow allowing for a left turn became
green. At the next crossing, the cops
were waiting for me to signal that I should wait for
them
on a side street.
I had already read a few
articles on how to best handle oneself on such a
situation but, right now, I just feel like everything
was forgotten. All I can do is to concentrate in order
to stay relatively calm.
As the cop come up to me, I stay seated in my car, with the left window down.
He asks for my drivers licence and car registration
before telling me what kind of mistake I did.
It
takes almost an eternity before he comes back to tell me
there is something wrong with my driver's licence. He
believes
I had given him my boyfriend's one. I assure him there is
unfortunately no such thing as a mistake
from my part. He gives me back an incredulous look but
goes back to meet his
fellow cop, who is waiting on his motorcycle.
As I am awaiting for his return, a
thousand crazy ideas cross my mind and
I do not even know what to do if one of them actually becames reality.
Ten to twenty
minutes goes by (my appreciation for
what seemed to take two hours),
the second cop, the one who was waiting on his
motorbike, comes to me, holding my driver's licence
and a ticket saying: "Have a good
night Madam and take care of the traffic
lights".
I take off immediately,
feeling relieved like you would not
beleive. As soon as I reach the next shopping center, I
immediately park my
car in order to take some time to regain my
composure. My whole body is shaking like hell
for the next 15 minutes before I feel calm enough to go back on the road again.
There is no doubt in my mind these cops had a
lot to talk about, at the
"Dunkin Donut's", later in the evening. You
can believe me, also, tonight will be one I will
remenber for the rest of my life as a "part time woman".
My
second encounter with the cops
My second
adventure with the cops "en femme" (and the last one of
my whole life, I hope) happens two or three years after
the first one. I am now living in Quebec City.
I had
heard that many members of the gay male community were
gathering, at night, in a parking lot, close to the
bridges which cross the St-Lawrence river. I had been
there ounce before when, one night, while parking in
"male mode", a good looking man came to me and tried to
convince me to let him suck my little "clitty".
One summer
night, a few weeks after that "pass", I am home alone
and I decide to go back to that parking lot. It is
around ten o'clock at night and I am dressed almost
exactly like on the little picture shown above.
While
reading a book, with the reading light on, I notice a
man, about fifty years old, walking around slowly. When
he appears close to me, he starts to talk about almost
everything, including the beautiful weather.
When he puts his hand on my left thigh, through the open
left window, he tells me he knows that I was not a "genetic
girl" (big deal, I do not even try to disguise my deep
voice).
He, then, asks me if I would mind to get off my car to
parade in front of him, so that he could have a better look
at me. Would you beleive I am more than happy to comply?
After
parading for a short period of time, he ask me to put my
hands on top of my car and to spread my legs so that he
could caress me.
Before he starts to put his hands on me, even if he is
behind me, I am positive he took the time to take his cock
out of his pants.
Tonight, the moonlight and the color of the clothes I am
wearing, no doubt, allow the people in the nearby cars to
have a "good show". And the similarity of the position by
which I stand, with the one the cops use during a search,
could not be missed, I am sure.
When the
man starts to caress my innerthighs, my whole body
starts to shake and my little clitty becames so hard
that my panties cannot contain it anymore.
As I begin
to feel the man's hands reaching my little clitty inside
my panties, I notice a patrol car driving into the
parking lot. Without losing a beat, I get back into my
car and starts to drive toward the exit of the parking
lot (big mistake). About a couple of blocks further
away, the patrol car is behind me, with red flashers on,
and I must park on the side of the street.
The cops
ask for my registration and driver's licence and I have
to answer to a lot of questions. Then, they order me out
of my car to show them the content of the trunk.
During all the time I am picking up things from the trunk, I
can feel they are enjoying themselves humiliating me because
I just cannot do otherwise than to bend at the waist. Doing
so, they have a look, and all the passerby drivers too, at
my butt and my balls overflowing from my little panties.
Fortunately, after about fifteen minutes of that show of
mine, they let me go and I am very happy to fly away
from this busy street, where the cars coming from the
bridges have to drive through, getting into the city.
But I am,
nevertheless, still afraid that my cousin, who is a
fellow cop, would be informed of my adventure.
Fortunately for me, many years have passed since that
episode of my life and he never did mention anything to me
about it. Do I need also to assure you that I did not go
back to that parking lot ever after, not even in daytime.
