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Ticket to Paradise
By Cal Y. Pygia
"Oh, no!", Toni Matthews thought as she saw the red, blue,
and amber emergency lights flashing in her rear-view mirror
and heard the shrill siren of the police car shrieking like
a banshee. She was being pulled over by a California
Highway Patrol officer. She?d been speeding, she knew, but
maybe if she was flirtatious the officer would let her go
with a warning. It would be her luck, she thought, that the
cop would be a woman instead of a man.
She watched the officer open the door to the patrol car and
step out into the bright sunshine, and she smiled. The cop
was a man!
He wore the familiar tan uniform, with the dark stripe down
the outside legs of the trousers, brown jackboots, a wide
utility belt equipped with mace, a holstered revolver, a
holstered baton, Mace, and handcuffs. A small microphone
was clipped to his shoulder, and he wore mirrored
sunglasses and the mandatory badges - one on his breast,
the other on his hat. He walked toward Toni?s Mustang
convertible with a brisk, no-nonsense stride, noting to
himself that the top was down.
When he reached the driver?s side of the vehicle, he
stopped just behind the front door. ?Good afternoon,
ma?am,? he said. ?May I see your driver?s license and
registration, please?? The name badge on his shirt, Toni
noticed, read ?Rogers.?
She took her license from the wallet in her purse and
handed it to the officer. ?The registration?s in the glove
compartment,? she announced.
Patrolman Rogers nodded, and Toni opened the compartment,
found the registration, and handed it to him.
?Do you know why I stopped you?? Patrolman Rogers asked.
Toni was tempted to answer with a smart-ass question of her
own: ?Don?t you know why?? Instead, she said nothing, as if
his question had been rhetorical.
"You were going seventy-five miles per hour in a sixty-
five-mile-per-hour zone.?
Still, Toni said nothing.
Abruptly, the patrolman said, his voice no longer matter of
fact, but curt, ?Step out of the car.?
Toni released her seatbelt. She opened the door and swung
her legs to her left. As she stood, she asked, ?Is
something wrong??
?Step to the rear of the vehicle.?
Toni obeyed his command. ?Is something the matter?? she
repeated.
?Put your hands on the trunk of your car, and spread your
legs.?
Toni frowned. She was wearing a mini-skirt, without
panties, and she didn?t like the idea of assuming such a
position.
?What??
?You heard me!? Patrolman Rogers shoved her against the
trunk.
?Ouch!? Toni cried, protesting. ?You hurt me!?
?Keep your hands flat on the trunk, and spread your legs,?
he barked.
Toni did as she?d been told. She felt vulnerable, with
nothing covering her buttocks and her genitals but the
thin, tight mini-skirt.
Patrolman Rogers stepped behind her, close.
?What the hell!? Toni cried, starting, as she felt the
cop?s hands close over her breasts.
He heaved his shoulder against hers, shoving her forward.
?Don?t move!? he commanded. ?Keep your palms flat on the
good. I won?t tell you again!?
Toni pressed her hands against the metal, remaining
motionless as the patrolman squeezed her breasts in his
hands.
?Smooth, but soft,? he murmured. His face was close to
Toni?s, and she could feel the heat of his breath upon her
neck and the warmth of his body against her back and
buttocks.
?What the hell is this?? she demanded.
She felt his hands slide away from her breasts and down her
sides. They brushed over her hips, before clutching and
squeezing her ass cheeks through the thin, tight mini-
skirt.
?Firm,? he said, approval in his tone of voice, ?but sleek.
Nice!? His hands came around her upper thighs, and he slid
the mini-skirt up, his fingers grasping her cock and balls.
?Those are nice, too,? he declared.
?Who the hell do you think you are?? Toni demanded. ?What?s
the meaning of this outrage??
?Your driver?s license lists your sex as male!? Patrolman
Rogers explained smugly, ?but you sure don?t look like a
man. I had to check things out.? He released her. ?You?re a
man, all right - a drag queen.?
?I am not a drag queen,? Toni corrected him.
?Oh? What the hell are you, then??
?I?m a transsexual.?
Patrolman Rogers laughed. ?That?s the same thing, isn?t
it??
?No, it most certainly is not!?
He chuckled at her outrage. ?What?s the difference, then??
?A drag queen is a gay man who dresses in women?s
clothing,? she replied. ?A transsexual is a person, male or
female, who is trapped in the body of the opposite sex.
Physically, I?m a man - except for my breasts - or in spite
of my breasts - but, psychologically, I?m a woman.?
Patrolman Rogers laughed again, more loudly. ?Maybe you?re
just fucking nuts,? he challenged her.
?Am I under arrest??
The patrolman gave her a measured, appraising look. Maybe
this bitch had more spunk than he?d given her credit for,
he thought. ?No, you?re not under arrest.?
?Then I?m free to leave??
?Yes.?
Toni took her hands off the trunk of her car. She stormed
past Patrolman Rogers, and returned to the driver?s side of
her Mustang. She opened the door, climbed behind the
steering wheel, and slammed the door shut. Before she could
start her engine, however, Patrolman Rogers was beside her,
a ticket in his hand.
?Don?t forget this,? he said, passing the ticket to her.
?You?re giving me a ticket?? she protested.
He grinned. ?Don?t worry. It?s just a warning ticket.?
She snatched the ticket from his hand. ?Anything else?? she
demanded.
?Just this.?
He handed her a slip of paper.
?What?s this??
?My telephone number.?
?Why would I want your telephone number??
?I think you?re hot,? he confessed, ?despite - or maybe
because - of your extra equipment. Call me.?
Toni started her engine. She was careful not to peel rubber
as she left the shoulder and reentered the freeway?s
traffic, leaving the patrolman standing on the side of the
highway. As he receded into the distance, his erect figure,
in the starched uniform, became smaller and smaller. Toni
was glad to be rid of him.
- -
Patrolman Rogers had been handsome, though, Toni thought.
He was tall, solidly built, with a great body - wide
shoulders, deep chest, flat stomach, and muscular arms and
legs. From what she?d seen of the back and sides of his
head, he had curly black hair. She hadn?t seen his eyes
behind the mirrored sunglasses, but she imagined that they
were the color of dark chocolate. Of course, they might be
blue or green or hazel or even golden. His authoritative
manner had been exciting, too, if, at the same time,
obnoxious. She glanced at the slip of paper on which he?d
written his name, ?Dave,? and his telephone number. ?I
think you?re hot,? he?d admitted, ?despite - or maybe
because - of your extra equipment. Call me.?
Should she?
She recalled the way he?d taken charge of her, ordering her
to place the flats of her hands against her trunk and
spread her legs. Then, he?d felt her up, squeezing her
breasts in his powerful hands, caressing her sides, and
gripping the cheeks of her ass. He?d made rude remarks as
he?d manhandled her too, which, at the time she?d found
offensive, but now seemed erotic. When he?d grabbed her
cock and balls, Toni thought she?d get an erection. If
she?d had, she?d have been mortified. Fortunately, she
hadn?t, although she almost certainly would have, had Dave
persisted in fondling her genitals.
She?d been aroused, as well as angered, by his impersonal
treatment. The way he?d ordered her about, the manner in
which he?d treated her - as if she were a thing, rather
than a person - and the insulting comments he?d made to
her, all disgusting at the time, now seemed somehow sexy.
Toni?s cock was hard beneath the thin, tight fabric of her
mini-skirt. She hoisted the pleated skirt and glanced down
at her penis. It stood upright, stiff and swollen, above
the risen balls within her taut scrotum. Toni lowered her
right hand into her lap, wrapped her fingers around her
erect penis, and began to stroke herself as she thought of
the nasty way Patrolman Dave Masters had treated her. She
realized that she was a masochist but recognition, although
disturbing, was also sexy.
As she masturbated, she recalled his stern tone of voice,
his curt manner, his arrogant behavior, now insulting, now
dismissive, and the brutish way he?d clutched and squeezed
her breasts, buttocks, and genitals, as if she were a slave
to do with as he pleased. On top of his abusive treatment,
he?d had the audacity to demand that she telephone him. No
doubt, he intended to abuse her further, perhaps on a
regular basis.
Toni?s cock had swelled further, and it was harder, too.
She pumped her hand harder and faster, as her curled
fingers tightened on the straining shaft, images of
Patrolman Rogers flashing in her mind - the mirrored
sunglasses that showed her own anxious face, rather than
his eyes, the police uniform, the belt equipped with the
tools of his violent trade - a revolver, Mace, a baton,
handcuffs - the highly polished jackboots, the badge, his
powerful hands kneading her breasts.
She recalled his harsh words, the insults he?d uttered, and
his heartless laughter at her transsexuality. When she?d
tried to explain that she was a woman trapped in a man?s
body, he?d laughed harshly and declared, ?Maybe you?re just
fucking nuts.? Her penis began to wilt. Suddenly, Patrolman
Rogers? abusive treatment of her no longer seemed sexy. It
seemed cruel and hurtful. Her prick softened more,
dwindling in her hand. She released the softening,
shrinking organ as a tear coursed down her cheek.
The memory of his uncaring laughter flooded her with
memories of the way others - mostly men - had treated her
and recollections of her transsexual sisters? horror
stories. Men like Dave Rogers had savagely beaten
transsexuals. Some shemales had even been killed by men
who?d regarded them as freaks. Even gay men sometimes
attacked transsexuals, regarding them not as queer but as
beyond queer. Patrolman Rogers cared nothing about Toni or
her plight as a woman trapped inside a man?s body.
Toni had been a female, inside, as long as she could
remember, but society, her parents included, had insisted
she behave as the boy whom, according to her genitals, she
was. 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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