…cop!

It was a fulfillment of a childhood fantasy. What boy hadn’t spent at least a few minutes of their life daydreaming of being a police officer? Driving the car with the siren blaring, catching bad guys and throwing them in jail, even wearing a gun, all of it was part of the fantasy.

And now Kelli was in luck. He knew, obviously, that putting on the outfit wouldn’t make him a cop, but it would be fun to try it out at least! It wasn’t as if he wanted to impersonate a police officer, just that he wanted to feel what it was like.

He smiled as he took it from the rack, gathering all the supplementary materials from the small box below it. Girl World had certainly been a fantastic place to enjoy a vacation. Normally uniform supply stores like this would be closed to the public, or at least Kelli assumed. How else could authorities prevent people from disguising themselves and pretending to be something they were not?

On his tip-toes, Kelli made his way into the nearest changing room, which he locked himself inside. It wouldn’t take much time to get dressed. Having nothing to take off would save time, and since he was in a tropical resort, Kelli was certain that the uniform would surly not have too much to it.

And he wasn’t wrong. As he examined each piece of the uniform, Kelli was delighted to discover a light material with plenty of exposed skin to stay cool in the tropical climate. It was, in fact, far more practical than something he could have come up with in his own.

Sitting on the small bench, wincing at the cool plastic against his exposed rear end, Kelli began to get dressed. He started with his legs, remembering the old adage "I put my pants on one leg at a time, just like everyone else." He smirked as he slid the fishnet stockings up, taking great care not to damage them. After all, he probably wouldn't buy the outfit, he just wanted to see how it felt.

Then came the dress. He was lucky, he realized, that the uniform fit him so well. Kelli put his arms in the short sleeves of the dark blue outfit, then reached forward and zipped the two sides together, the zipper starting in the front at the bottom hem of the dress, sliding up past his hips, his tiny waist, and just below his breasts. Having not even checked the sizing when he pulled it off of the rack, Kelli marvelled at his good fortune. It was snug, but flattering. He could see the contours of his body, every curve, showing off his incredibly masculine body for anyone who might look. The dress ended a few inches above the top of the stockings, giving the uniform a serious, no-nonsense type of look.

Next Kelli stepped into the tall, knee-high boots. Each toe had a small platform, each heel had an incredibly high heel. They felt wonderful. With the new angle of Kelli's ankles, it was as if these boots had been custom made for him. In the confines of the changing room there was not much space to move around, but he took a step with each foot, then a hop, then a jump. Yes, these were action boots. No wonder they were standard issue for the police of Girl World.

Out of the accessories box Kelli pulled a few more items. A ball cap emblazoned with the word "SWAT" across the front. A pair of aviator sunglasses. A badge that he pinned over his left breast. And, of course, his belt.

It was black leather with a buckle in the front. On it were all the items Kelli believed he would need for a career in crime fighting. Handcuffs lined with black fur so that nobody could accuse him of police brutality. A small pouch that held the key to the handcuffs and three magum sized condoms, probably used for evidence collection. And a billy club, not like the ones he'd seen in the movies, but a long black club with what looked like a representation of veins running its length, and at the tip a depiction of a mushroom of sorts. You can't believe everything you see in the movies, he reminded himself.

Fully dressed, feeling powerful, Kelli admired himself in the mirror. He was the image of a modern police officer. With a sigh, though, he knew it was a fleeting feeling. He would have to take it off and find something more reasonable to wear, something a bit more realistic.

But then he heard it, a commotion from the store.

"Help!" came the cry.

Kelli, never one to shy from helping a stranger, threw open the door to the changing room to see what was going on.