Jacki is “born”

Barbara finished entering all of Jack’s new information into the system. She knew this was a risky move, but with Internal Affairs breathing down her neck, she needed to eliminate Jack. She had broken a lot of rules to help him with his investigations and it would cost her dearly if he were to talk.

Heading to the locker room, she tried to come up with a plausible explanation of why this new girl looked like a guy. Maybe she could just slap some makeup on him and hope it worked.

Reaching into her locker, she dug around for her makeup bag. Finding it, she noticed an old sundress and some extra panties in the back of her locker. Grabbing everything, she made her way to the holding cells.

Before unlocking the cell door, she yelled, “Wakey, wakey Jacki!”

All she got in response was a soft moan.

Knowing that Jack was unable to move against her, she unlocked the door and dumped everything she was carrying on the floor next to him.

“I’m not sure this going to work, but it’s the only option I have left since you started digging into things that don’t concern you,” she said angrily.

Untying his shoes, she quickly pulled them off and removed his socks too. Not wanting to waste what little time she had left, she simply cut the rest of Jack’s clothes off.

Looking at Jack’s naked body, she couldn’t believe how little body hair he had. “No wonder I’ve never seen you with a mustache before. You’re almost as smooth as a baby,” she laughed.

Sliding the panties up his nearly hairless legs, she was disappointed by the small bulge that she saw. Thinking about it, she yanked his new panties down slightly, **** his testicles up into his body, tucked his penis back and pulled the panties up tight, firmly wedging them in his ass crack.

Once she slipped the dress over his head, she concentrated on his makeup. Nothing fancy she thought. Just some eyeliner, a touch of mascara and a coat of lipstick. Still not satisfied, she rubbed his eyes, smearing his makeup, giving him the look of a girl who had a very rough night.

Pulling his long hair into a messy bun, she thought about some kind of shoes when she heard the knock at the back door of the police station.

Leaving Jack laying on the floor, she shut the door and went to let the “transportation” specialist in.

Meanwhile, Jack lay on the cold cement not being able to move. In his mind he was screaming, but only soft moans escaped his lips.

Barbara let the guys in the back and they made their way to the cell containing Jack.

“There she is,” Barbara said. “Not sure what this one is strung out on, but she looks ready for the walk of shame,” she laughed as she unlocked the door.

“Help me,” Jack muttered.

Unfortunately due to the noice of the cell door opening it sounded like “hump me.”

One of the two guys laughed. “If i only had the time,slut!”

As the two guys picked Jack up, Barbara said, “Oh, let me grab her file. You know they won’t take her without the paperwork!”

As they unceremoniously dragged Jack toward the back door, Barbara retrieved the now printed file and placed it in a manila folder.

Reaching the group just as they pushed Jack into the backseat, Barbara handed the folder over.

“I hope this one learns her lesson and becomes a productive member of society. But you know his set in their ways these little bitches can be. See you gentlemen on the next one.”

Barbara slammed the back door of the car shut and slowly walked away.