License and Registration

The officer approached your window with a stern expression, before it softened as he observed the you that was this attractive, young teenager, and you could feel the weight of settling in.

"Good evening, sir," you greeted the older man, your voice unnaturally high and feminine.

"License and registration, please."

You fumbled through your wallet, panic rising as you realized that you were no longer the man on the license, but instead a woman.

"I, uh, I think I left it at home, officer," you stammered, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry."

The officer's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he regarded you. "You left your license at home?" he repeated, skepticism evident in his tone. "Do you have any other form of identification?"

You rummaged through your glove compartment, hoping to find anything that could appease the officer's scrutiny, but full well knowing you wouldn't.

Your pulse quickened as you struggled to explain. "Officer, I'm borrowing my boyfriend's car, and I forgot to grab his documents. I'm so sorry," you stammered, hoping he would believe the lie.

"Whats your name, miss?"