Ticket To Paradise
Keywords: Paradise, To, Ticket,
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She"d been denied dolls, tea parties, sleepovers, skirts and dresses and panties and jewelries, the company of boys, and the thousand other pleasures, large and small, that genetic girls enjoyed simply by being themselves.
Although Toni was beautiful, and more attractive than many genetic women, she had to be careful with her every mannerism, her every gesture, and her every word, to make sure she didn"t slip. The way she held herself, the way she walked or sat, the way she crossed her legs--any, or all, or any of a hundred other things--could give her away as an imposter, as a "female impersonator" rather than a woman in the making. In calling her a "drag queen," Patrolman Rogers had voiced one of Toni"s deepest secret fears--that others would consider her to be a man in women"s clothing rather than a woman trapped inside a man"s body who was taking measures to correct nature"s mistake. She"d undergone hours of counseling, hormone therapy, painful electrolysis, and even a few operations, although she planned to keep her penis and testicles. She had full, feminine breasts, a round bottom, killer legs, and a lovely face. She felt like the woman she was inside or, rather, like a new creature, part male and part female without being either. She felt like a third sex, and her androgynous nature thrilled and excited her. She was content to have both feminine breasts and womanly buttocks while retaining her masculine genitals. Many transsexuals were; not all went through the complete cycle, submitting to castration and the replacement of their penises and testicles with man-made vaginas, fashioned from their inverted penises and fitted with labia created from a roll of abdominal fat or other tissue. Toni was one of these stunning creatures, a shemale or ladyboy, who was both male and female while being neither sex.
Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, warm and heavy, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. The patrolman"s cruel laughter and abusive manner flashed in her mind, and she felt miserable. Most of the time, her masochistic thoughts were pleasant, because fanciful, but she found no pleasure in the memory of the cop"s harsh laughter and his challenge that maybe, instead of a victim of gender dysphoria, Toni was just "fucking nuts." To add insult to injury, the bastard had even had the gall to give her his telephone number and command her to call him!
Through the veil of her tears, Toni saw the slip of paper on which he"d written his name and number. She snatched it from the seat beside her and tossed it out of her vehicle. A gust of wind caught the paper, and the slip somersaulted through the air, zipping past the cars and trucks behind Toni"s Mustang.
She smiled, glad to be rid of the bastard.
A moment later, red, blue, and amber emergency lights flashed in her rear-view mirror and heard the shrill siren of the police car.
Damn! She was being pulled over by another California Highway patrol officer.
She drove off the highway, onto the shoulder, and stopped. The police cruiser rolled to a halt behind her, and the door on the driver"s side of the vehicle opened. A smaller version of Patrolman Rogers exited the police car. This patrolman wore the same starched uniform, the same badge, and the same equipment of revolver, cuffs, Mace, and baton, but no sunglasses, mirrored or otherwise. As the patrolman approached Toni, she saw that this officer also wore makeup--nothing heavy, just a hint of eye shadow, blush, and lip gloss--and she had long hair, done up in a bun, and there was a hint of her ample breasts beneath the heavy fabric of her shirt. Her name badge read "J. Summers." What did the "J" stand for? Toni wondered. Jennifer? Julie? Jane? Janet?
"Do you know why I stopped you?" the police officer asked.
It seemed unlikely to Toni that she"d get off with another warning. Initially, it had been something of a miracle, she"d thought, to receive a warning ticket from Patrolman Rogers, especially considering his insensitive and abusive manner. Then, she remembered that most abusive husbands treated their wives with gentleness and tenderness and apparent love after beating them half to death so their women would be confused enough to stay with their abusers and submit, again and again, to more abuse, until they finally wised up enough to divorce the creeps or ended up on a coroner"s slab. She assumed that the warning ticket--which came with Patrolman Rogers" telephone number--had been a similar ploy. No, she wouldn"t be fortunate enough to get a second warning ticket, not unless. . . . Until she"d realized that this patrolman wasn"t a man, but a woman, Toni had considered offering him a blowjob if he"d let her off with a warning. After all, the fine for littering, which had to be the reason she"d been stopped, was stiff in California--$1,000. She didn"t mind sucking a cop"s cock for a grand, but, of course, she had a bit of a problem. This cop, who had her ticket book open, with pen poised, wasn"t a man.
"Ma"am?" the officer repeated, "Do you know why I stopped you?"
"You"re feeling horny?" Toni asked, as if she were joking. There was no humor in her eyes, though, and there was no mistaking the invitation that her tone of voice implied.
The cop"s eyes narrowed. She looked offended and angry.
Toni gulped. "I"m sorry, if--"
"Don"t be sorry," J. Summers interrupted. "You"re right. I am horny."
Toni flashed a bright smile. "Your car or mine?"
"Actually, I"m due to get off in ten minutes. I was on my way home when I saw that paper fly out of your car."
"Your place, then?"
J. Summers smiled, revealing white, even teeth between soft, sensuous lips. "You can follow me."
Toni hesitated. "There"s just one thing."
"What"s that?"
Toni fished in her purse and found her license, the one that identified her as a male. She handed the license to the police officer. "I"m a transsexual."
Officer Summers smiled. "That"s no problem," she announced. "I think transsexuals are the sexiest creatures on the planet--especially transsexuals as gorgeous as you." She handed Toni her license back, and the shemale returned it to her purse. She watched as the cop returned to her car. J. Summers was sexy as hell, Toni thought, with full breasts, a tight, round bottom, and long legs that would be sleek as silk. Although Toni preferred men to women, she also liked to make love to someone of her own sex on occasion, and Patrolman J. Summers was a beautiful lesbian, no doubt about it. It would be a pleasure to bring her pleasure--and Toni would save a thousand dollars, too.
As she followed the police car back into the freeway traffic, Toni grinned, thinking that, if Patrolman Rogers had issued her a ticket to hell, Officer Summers had given her a ticket to paradise.
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Keywords: Paradise, To, Ticket,