Detective Garland almost chokes when she sees Lucas’ outfit

I was hidden partially by shrubbery, waiting on the back portion of the school’s parking lot for Jane to come by. She said over the phone that she would vacate her car, and give me ample time to check around her vehicle, or even back out of the arrangement entirely if I felt like it wasn't safe.

It was always possible I’d be in danger going with that massive detective, but I considered the risk lower than going home to mom dressed up like a slutty boytoy. My heart was racing as I feared mother finding me before Garland could, but my anxiety was quelled when the car that pulled up near my hiding spot wasn’t my mom’s.

I waited for the woman to park before giving her the signal that I was ready— so she would know it’s me, and that I was safe. Detective Jane stepped out of her ancient-looking Volkswagen, and almost choked on her bagel when she saw me walk out of hiding. She swallowed hard on the baked breakfast, and I could literally feel her dark-circled eyes dart down to my mini-skirt in spite of her attempts to hide her gaze.

Despite our enormous size diffrence in Garland's favor, it felt like I held some power over her with my skimpier clothing. Was this the fabled 'masculine wiles' that people talked about in those old comedy movies? The ones where a saucy man flashing a bit of leg was enough to make women trip over themselves? If so, I think I liked it.

I felt preeeminently confident in myself until it hit me that my skirt’s hem was hiked up past the crotch of my panties, and that Jane had a partial view of my bulge wrapped tightly up in pink fabric. It must’ve hiked up when I was in the bushes, and I felt my whole face glow hotter than a stove as I raced to get my underwear out of the handsome detective’s eyesight.

“Wow, uh, hi, Mr.Lovely, you… you didn’t look like this last night.” Detective Garland said, her cheeks pink as she tripped over the words. “Er, not that I— uh, I’m sorry Lucas, did you wanna double check my car before getting in?”

“No, Jane, it’s fine. I feel… safe with you around.” I said, sounding confident in spite of being at least as embarrassed as the gigantic woman standing across from me. “Plus I don’t want mom to find me, I’d like to get out of here before she knows I’m gone.”

“Got it.” Detective Jane said with a comforting smile, as she made the long journey back to her driver side seat. A second glance shot over her broad shoulder, and she motioned for me to grab my schoolbag before I took my seat.

“Holy crap… is that boy’s package really that big…? I don’t… like, wow…” She mumbled under her breath when I got to the opposite door to her. Jane must’ve thought I couldn’t hear her little comments on my overdeveloped penis, but I was blushing bright red and feeling self-conscious as I sat in her passenger seat.

“You good Lucas? You’re looking a little red there…”

“No, yeah, I’m o-okay, thanks.” I said, still embarrassed to think this huge, sexy woman had my boy-parts on her mind. Most guys would be jealous of the snake in my panties, but in my life, having a D-cup package had almost universally been bad for me. Embarrassment, bullying, slut-shaming, and my troubles finding underwear that didn’t squeeze anything… a femboy like me wished on occasion for something more comfortable in his pants.

While Jane drove her old car out of the school lot, I fidgeted with my tight clothing, wondering if I’d made the right choice to run away from momma…