A Confrontation with the Cop

Looking out onto the street, I tried to plan my escape. I saw the police officer waiting outside, and he started walking in after a woman pointed him into the store. Fuck, I was trapped. My eyes darted desperately around the room and I saw a back exit. Looking to the cop and back to the exit, I decided to book it. I needed to get out of here, after all, no matter how I looked.

Running through the ally, my feet began to ache as the cop caught up with me, grabbing my by the shoulder and pulling me in.

“Ma’am, stop right there!” The officer said.

Right as he did, I saw it; a big fly coming right towards me. I screamed, but the officer’s grip was strong, and it flew down my throat. I began to cough profusely as the insect began to wriggle around down there, somewhere deep in my throat. With every cough, it got a little higher pitched until I finally coughed the fly out.

“I... I’m sorry eeeep” I squealed as I noticed my voice. It was several octaves higher than my normal speaking voice, and with my current look, it made me appear and sound like a hot girl.

“Listen, young lady. We have you on public nudity, and now that you tried to run away, I can also book you on resisting arrest. Now, I don’t want to have to bring you in. But...” He said

“But?” The thoughts raced through my head. What could he want?

“I have a friend named Brad. He’s a really nice guy, and if you were to agree to go on a date with him, I’d be willing to look the other way on these very serious charges” The officer explained.

I couldn’t go on a date with a man. I was a man myself, and a straight one at that. But these charges, they were very serious and it’s not like I had any money to pay the court costs. So I gulped, took a deep breath, and nodded.

“Ok, I agree” I said, and the officer handcuffed me to his arm.

“Hey, what was that for?!” I questioned.

“Oh, I needed to make sure you don’t get away before the date.” The officer smiled and pulled out his phone.

“Hey, sis. Yeah, it’s Kyle.” He looked over to me, longingly, “Listen, I have this girl that’s a bit down for the count. She’s a good girl and she’s going on a date with Brad”

The officer paused, and I heard a scream over the phone. She was excited.

“Yeah, I know. Listen, could you do me a huge favor?” The officer paused, looking almost nervous.

“This girl, she needs a makeover.” He said, while I began to dread every word coming from his mouth, “Yeah, hair, makeup, the works. Does that sound ok? Sweet, thanks”

He hung up the phone and looked over at me, then down to my feet. “You can’t go around barefoot, um... what’s your name?”

I think to think fast. He thought I was a girl, my name was Chris, so I just blurted it out, “Christina”

“Ok Christina let’s get you some sandals for the time being, then we can figure it out from there. Sound good?”

I nodded, trying to keep a low profile as this big police officer brought me back to the bodega.

He grabbed a few pairs of shoes and looked back at me, “What size are you?”

“Size 10” I said, giving my male shoe size. I didn’t know that women’s shoe sizes were different, but the officer handed me a few pairs of sandals and pair of teal green leather heels and brought me to the changing room.

“Ok, just try each of these on and we can pick out your favorite. Good?”

I nodded, and he unlocked the handcuff, letting into the changing room. I looked at the sandals and the ridiculous heels and decided that I might as well get the heels out of the way. There’s no way I was keeping those ones.

The shoes were really hard to get on, but with a lot of stretching and squeezing I was able to barely fit those heels on my feet. They were incredibly tight, and I just assumed that’s how women’s shoes were supposed to fit. Since the officer expected me to come out and show them off, I stumbled out of the changing room and walked around in them. It was so hard to keep balance, and he nodded approvingly. I was a bit creeped out by his look, so I went back into the changing room. Something went wrong, however, as when I tried to pull the heels off, they wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard I pulled, it felt like they were welded to my feet. I began to panic, looking at the size comparison chart on the wall and realizing that a size 10 was 2 sizes too small for me, and that I had crushed my feet into these heels. I tried for some time, and the officer began to get impatient, so I just came out with the heels on.

“I like these” I said, trying to get this over with fast.

“Oh good, I like them too!” The officer said, handcuffing me to him again, and dragging me to the front counter. He paid quickly and the attendant looked me up and down.

“You’re looking really cute today, girly!” She said, and I blushed. I have no idea why, but a compliment like that really stuck with me.

We finished up the transaction and the officer and I walked down the street. As we walked, I could feel the piercing gaze of the many horny men. They looked at my curves and my body and I felt so violated. Is this what women have to deal with constantly? I began to turn red with embarrassment, but luckily the officer stopped.

There we were, in front of the Salon.