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Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder - Part 4 This is the continuation of Alex Wards undercover operation. Please read parts 1, 2 and 3 first if you are unfamiliar with the story. You will find them on here by searching for stories by Tanya Grant, which was my previous name. This story and it's constituent parts are copyright Penny Gee/Tanya Grant and no reproduction or use outside of those sites given permission to carry is implied or allowed. Please contact [email protected] if you want to talk to the author. Police Interviews Hours seemed to pass in a blur, I couldn't be seen in my Jenny Pierce role by any of my colleagues, but having arrived in femme clothes I had nothing to change into. This meant Sergeant Ward did not attend the crime scene and was not available to take witness statements. I knew that Cole would cover for me, but I also knew that my colleagues would think I was shirking my responsibilities. Additionally, I needed to be around for the coroner, but that was simply out of the question, he couldn't know my undercover status, so it meant I missed his initial report and I missed all the forensic data collection. It couldn't be helped, not only was my cover too important to blow, I couldn't face any of my colleagues seeing me like this, that would ruin what little credibility I had left. So, I stood trembling in the hastily converted conference room with the rest of the contestants, the judges and those event managers and officials that they could coral together. The audience had been segregated into another room and we were all being subjected to interviews by bored looking police officers. "Pierce, Miss Jenny Pierce' A voice shouted above the quiet whispering of the agitated crowd. "Here" I replied and I walked towards a uniformed policeman who had his back to me and was holding a sheaf of papers in his hand. I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around to face me. Oh No, it was the policeman who delivered the package to me at my flat. Will he recognise me? "Ahhh Miss Pierce, thank you for coming over, here please take a seat, I just have a few questions to ask you about your whereabouts this evening, are you ok to help us now?" "ummm yes sure" I said, making sure to pitch my voice higher than usual He didn't seem to relate my glammed up self with the male version he saw at the flat, I might just get away with this. There followed about 10 minutes of standard questions, "why was I there, can I account for my whereabouts between X and Y, had I spoken to Miss K?" and then he threw in the curve ball. "When can we go out on that date, you promised'? Flustered, I blurted out "I never agreed to go on a date, just a call' I saw the smile stretch across his face... he hadn't been sure, but I just confirmed it to him... damn what a fool I was. I leant over and whispered to him. "Look this isn't what it looks like, I'm on an undercover operation, this is just work, I'm trying to find the murderer, just like you" He leant back in his chair with a completely smug and satisfied smile on his face. He had me, he knew he did, he had seen me in my flat, he had seen the nail varnish, he knew all he needed. "Miss Pierce, that's fine, I understand your reluctance at this time, but I do think you owe me a full and proper explanation, so how about I come round to yours tomorrow night and I take you out for a meal, I have your current address right here." And he tapped the notes on his page. I nodded resignedly, I mean I know he's cute, but really, I have more important things to do that satisfy a handsome man's urges for me. Oh My God, I'm thinking he's handsome... I was so losing myself in this role. I really am going to have to do something masculine after this to reassert the real Alex Ward. Raising from his chair he reached out and took my hand "Thank you for all your assistance Miss Pierce, may I take this opportunity to wish you all the luck for the future contests" he leant forward and sotto voice he said, "you're definitely my favourite, but then I'm biased" I smiled, shook his hand lightly and then picked up my purse from the table swirled on my toes and walked away. Before the date I caught a cab back to the flat, the driver watched me constantly through his mirror, but I was too exhausted to flirt. I paid the cabbie and quickly entered the building, climbed the stairs to my flat, kicked of my shoes and fell onto my bed. I woke 2 hours later, my eyes were sticky with make-up and sleep and I staggered to the bathroom. I started the shower, stripped out of my gown, removed my lingerie, jewelry, falsies and tape and stepped into the cascade of hot water. I let the torrent rush over me, luxuriating in the cleansing and then using a scented shower gel and moisturiser, I hadn't forgotten my early lessons, I washed myself all over. As I cleaned myself I thought about the case, images of Miss K and Alice swam through my head, merging into twisted portfolios of glamorous macabre. Their bodies merged, the faces melted into caricatures, forever glazed into screams of horror and pain. I shook my head, ridding myself of the pictures embossed on my mind, after images swam in front of eyes, but I steeled myself and tried to find my centre. I needed to focus, I needed to see the small things, I needed to find the killer before he struck again. I stepped out of the shower, patting myself down with the soft towel, I let it fall to the floor and I spent precious minutes working moisturiser into my skin, feeling the silky smoothness beneath my fingers I was once again reminded of the feminine feel and how great it felt. I gathered up the towel, wrapped around my chest and returned to my bedroom. My clock was showing ten past four, I was to wired to sleep now, so I decided I had better put my time to good use. I pulled out a silk chemise from my wardrobe and wrapped myself in that, slipped on a pair of 1" mules and went into the kitchen. I made myself a strong coffee and sitting at the small table with a pad and pen, I started to make notes of what had happened the previous night, I listed all my observations, noted the people I had seen and where, what they had been wearing and who they had been talking to. When I had finished that I did a similar review of the activities around Alice's murder, this one was much harder as it wasn't in a public place and I had no idea what she had been up to for the hours before I arrived. I then put all the names I knew that I could connect with the two murders onto a list and tried to connect the dots. Unfortunately, there were just too many dots and not enough connecting lines. I needed more information and there just wasn't enough available. I put my head down on my arms on the table and tried to re-order my thoughts. I woke to a loud banging on the door. I was completely disoriented, I wasn't sure where I was let alone what I was wearing. I staggered to the door and pulled it open. I didn't even check to see who it was through the peep-hole. I was too groggy from the interrupted unexpected sleep. Staring at me again was the constable with the biggest grin on his face. I suddenly realised I was stood in my doorway in just a short light blue satin robe, it barely covered my bare legs and wasn't pulled that tight. "Hello Miss Pierce" he said, the grin getting wider as he drank in my predicament. "what do you want" I snapped "I thought our date was tonight" "Glad you remembered" he said, "no I'm here on official business, I'm looking for Sergeant Ward, is he available?" If anything that grin stretched even further across his face and I could help noticing how white his teeth were and how green his eyes were. Once again I found myself having to collect myself, he was far to distracting. "Come in and I'll get him for you" and with that I turned and went back into the flat. I heard the door shut and his footsteps behind mine. I heard him come up behind me, but I didn''t stop and I quickly went into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. "help yourself to tea or coffee, mines a black tea" He grunted back something unintelligible back at me I pulled on some boy-shorts, a pair of black socks, trousers and a shirt, leaving the top two buttons open. I pulled my hair into a pony tail, checked for any remnants of make up and went out into the room. It was as I shook his hand that I realised that I still had my long false nails and nail varnish attached from the previous night's activities. It did look slightly incongruous, my obviously feminine hand and fingers in a masculine style shirt. Again his face etched into a smile and he twisted my wrist and bent to kiss the back of my hand. "Oh no you don't" I said "I'm Sergeant Ward now, none of that please" "Sorry Sergeant" he said, but that grin remained "OK, what did you get me up at this ridiculous time of the morning for?" I asked "Its not ridiculous Sergeant, its 9.05' "What, Oh my god, I must have slept through my alarm, what time is the Doc doing the autopsy?" "That's why I was asked to get you, Superintendent Cole thought you might need a lift this morning and I volunteered to collect you. But we have a little time if you want to change your look" and he glanced down at my hands. "the autopsy is schedule for 10.00am" "make that coffee then," I said, and walked back into my bedroom, "mines white with a splash of milk" I sat in front of the mirror and using glue solvent I removed the false nails and then removed the remnants of the nail varnish that had spread to my own nails. I looked at my face and realising my eyebrows were now too thin I used an eyebrow pencil to fill them out a bit, feathering the edges to make them look like hair and not too painted. I still didn't look masculine, but really no worse than I had before all this started. I returned to the lounge and the constable had not only made the coffee, he'd made some toast as well and had put some jam on the table with the margarine from the fridge. "I'd have cooked you breakfast if you had more food in the house, when was the last time you shopped?" "Thanks" I said talking through a mouthful of toast and jam. "I haven't shopped properly since I moved in, so yes my cupboards are a bit bare" "Ok, so tonight, we'll shop and I'll cook for you" he said "that the date, OK" "You cook?" I asked "Of course, it's a passion of mine, I hope you'll like it" "Well let's see, tonight, and who knows if I do like it, I may let you do it again. Now, to business, let's get the morgue" I grabbed my keys and wallet and we left the flat and got into his squad car. Within 15 minutes we were at the morgue and I let myself out of the car. "What time tonight?" he asked I looked around nervously, worried that people might have heard, but there was no-one around. "6.00 I said, don't be late, I hate lateness" I replied with what I hoped was an ironic, enigmatic smile! He smiled back and then drove off. I entered the cold heartless building, a throwback to the 1960's with a drab concrete exterior and stainless steel and glass doors. Reception knew to expect me and they had my entry pass ready when I announced myself. I confirmed the examination room and made my way into the lower levels of the building. The coldness leached whatever warmth I had built up and by the time I reached the correct room I was shivering and my arms were covered in goose bumps I knocked on the door of exam room 4, but there was no answer, I could hear faint music, so I walked in. A clinical study I was always struck by the cold, clinical state of the morgue and its attendant rooms. The music of Holst's planet suite filled the room, giving it a surreal atmosphere. A figure in green scrubs was stood at one of the stainless steel tables, his eyes were closed and he was conducting the music with a scalpel. His arms raising a falling with the musical cadence. I stood watching him for a few minutes, as much caught up in the trance as he was and then, the music ended and it was gone. The shared moment of musical integrity had brought us together, the realities of what confronted us now separated us. Dr Phelps opened his eyes and saw me. "Sergeant Ward, welcome again to my sanctum, I'm sorry you have to be here again so soon." "Its my job Dr, I expect it will be a regular occurrence, but hopefully not as regular as recent experience' "Absolutely my man, absolutely, every life is precious eh!" I concurred with a nod of my head and walked over to the covered corpse of Miss K. "So what have we got Dr? I have read the report so I'm aware of the circumstances of the body at the time of discovery, is there anything else you can tell? "Well extensive investigation showed that the young... um... lady, had indulged in significant sexual activity over the previous 24 hours, her stomach and anus were full of semen and her sphincter had been well stretched from her ... activities.' "Have you sent samples for analysis?" I asked? "I have, we should be able to separate the various ... doners" Phelps, laughed at his little joke, but as to whether any of them were the perpetrators of the crime, well, I'll leave that to you detectives. "I gather from her attire, makeup etc, that she wasn't a run-of-the-mill prostitute then? Asked Phelps. "She wasn't a prostitute at all, at least as far as we're aware, replied Ward. "She was a contestant in a beauty pageant for transvestites and transgender men, in fact, she was dressed and made-up to receive her 1st prize at the event. "And all the semen and obvious sex?" enquired Phelps, with a quizzical look and a raised eyebrow "It seems to win the judges votes, she was performing sexual favours" "So not a clean contest then? Phelps asked "it doesn't seem so" Ward responded. "And you were there Ward? In what capacity? "Actually I wasn't there Dr, but Superintendent Cole was. Our previous murder was one of the organisers of these events, so he had been there observing." "I thought this was your case? Why weren't you there? Asked the Dr, with a probing lilt. I hadn't thought about a plausible denial to that question, as I hadn't expected it. Caught by surprise I responded with a poor lie. "I was home ill, Cole had agreed to cover for me' The Dr didn't look convinced, but shrugged his broad shoulders and seemed to let it lie. "let's go into my office" he suggested, "it's a little warmer, certainly more comfortable and it looks like you could do with a drink" I nodded nonchalantly as I followed the Dr in to a small office off a short corridor to the side of the examination room. The room was comfortable, well appointed, the furniture old but of good quality, the desk was oak with a leather inset and a large leather chair filled the space behind the desk. Family photos lined the walls along with Dr's certificates. "Can I get you drink Sergeant?" the Dr asked "No thanks, it's a bit early in the day for me" Ward replied, "but please don't hold back on my account" I'll just make a pot of tea then, I don't drink myself, but it's the offer that counts, eh? So is tea ok? "That would be lovely' Ward replied, then caught himself as he realised he was using feminine tones and mannerisms. Phelps didn't seem to notice though. As Phelps busied himself with the kettle and tea paraphernalia, Ward studied the pictures on the wall and desk. "Your family?" he asked "Yes" Phelps replied somewhat non-committedly There were lots of pictures of a woman with her arms around two children of various ages. An older girl and a boy. Both children with long white blonde hair, a severe contrast to their fathers dark locks. As the children aged, their looks and beauty increased, both of them could have been super-models. The pictures changed to the girl at a wedding and then her and baby children, but there were no more of the son. Just pictures of happy smiling grandchildren, mother and father and grandmother. There was just one picture of the main family, it took centre stage on the wall and was obviously a formal pose, the men looking stiff and uncomfortable in their suits, the ladies pretty in their formal dresses. "You have a lovely family" Ward stated "Thank you" replied the Dr, somewhat guardedly. "Where are the pictures of your son with his family? Ward asked nonchalantly There was a long pause "He died" Phelps said quietly "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know, was it long ago?" "Not that long ago, no, just a couple of years really" he sniffed loudly "sorry the memory still hurts" "Look I'm sorry to pry, just you all looked so happy'. "We were, but things change, people change, they're no longer the person you thought and hoped they were and life and then death gets in the way. Sorry, I'm rambling, look here's your tea, lets consider the latest case eh." "I have to accept now that my initial supposition was incorrect, thank you for not mentioning it any further" stated the Dr. "I agree now that we're looking at a serial killer with a penchant for transvestites, rather than a disgruntled punter. Do you have any theories Ward?" I outlined my thoughts, explaining the initial blackmail and how it all linked into the beauty contests, but I confessed I didn't have a true motive, nor a suspect. "It seems strange" I said "initially, we thought the motive was money or simple extortion, but with the murders its clear that the killer has a major grudge against transsexuals and is seeking some sort of perverse agenda that we're not yet party too" "What about the messages, scrawled in blood at the scene?" asked the Dr, "what do you make of those?" "At first sight they are just the rantings of a deranged man, but I think there is more to them than that' "In what way? Responded the Dr eagerly. "Well..." Ward warmed to the subject and took on a somewhat scholarly tone "For a start, the messages are not written in a hurry, their content and manner of exposition are thought out, pre-planned and well executed" The Dr looked puzzled, so with deprecating smile, Ward continued "The killer took with him an implement for neatly removing the finger, I believe that to be a cigar cutter, only such an implement would be so neat, without leaving nicks or other evidence on the surrounding fingers or hand." The Dr's shock at that revelation was clear. "Secondly, the poor grammar indicates that the killer is trying to disguise his intelligence rather than an indication of poor education." "How do you reach that conclusion?" asked the Dr. "Its quite simple really, the grammatical errors are what an intelligent man would expect an illiterate or semi-literate person to make, but actually they would not be the common errors of such a person. Hence, the killer is an educated man, but with a somewhat sheltered life, not one who comes into contact with "the common man" so to speak." "I see" said the Dr, coldness radiating from his being. "Unfortunately, that's it... I have deduced, if you pardon the Holmesian pun, that the killer is an educated man, somewhat sheltered in life, someone with a pathological hatred of trans people and with the means to gain entry to the young lady's apartment and the hotel where the contest was being staged. Apart from those items, I have little else to go on. I haven't yet discovered a motive, other than his hatred." "And you assume it's a man?" the Dr asked "Well yes, that's obvious, the killer lifted the corpses post mortem to their eventual position, they werent dragged, they were lifted into place, so that required the strength to lift a dead weight. They may have looked like beautiful girls, but they were men, with the relevant bone density and subsequent weight. Consequently, they weighed more than they looked, and it would take a man to lift them." "A good summary Ward, well done. But you're no nearer identifying and then apprehending the perpetrator are you" "Unfortunately, no, I have no idea who he is, I need more clues." "Well thank you for this most illuminating chat Ward, it certainly makes my physical investigations a bit more interesting when I hear the musings of the officers involved. I don't claim to be like those forensic scientists you see on TV, in fact I don't know any like those... I, like most of my colleagues are far more comfortable in our own surroundings than out and about doing the detective work for you policemen" And with that somewhat curt dismissal, Phelps turned to the papers on his desk and I took the hint and rose to leave. Prelude; a time before ... I left the morgue at an even pace, I had plenty of time to get back to my flat to get ready for my date with the constable, but I knew I had to go to the station first. I took a short taxi ride and entered the station through the side door, missing the usual confusion and complexity of the front entrance. I climbed the flight of stairs to my area and sat at my desk. It was expected that I would generate a report based on the murder and the findings of the doctor, but I wasn't sure whether Cole would have written up a report or was waiting for mine. I decided I had better find out. I walked somewhat apprehensively to Cole's office. I could hear shouts from inside and then a young WPC slammed the door open and rushed out, tears were obvious in her eyes as she pushed past me and almost ran down the corridor towards the ladies room. "and good riddance" Cole shouted as the door swung shut. "Bloody bimbo's cant do their job properly, no matter how many times you tell them" he continued. Everyone around cringed in their seats, heads disappearing behind monitor screens as Cole raged on. I decided that now was not the best time to see him and turned quickly to escape and just write the report, with or without his input. I was too late, he'd seen me. "Ward, I saw your sorry arse out there, get yourself in this office immediately" he shouted through the closed door. I returned to the door, took a sharp intake of breath and let myself in. "Sit down Ward" Cole said and indicated the chair in-front of his desk. I was surprised by this sudden change, he had lowered his voice and he seemed almost friendly towards me. "So, have you brought me your report?" he asked "No sir, sorry, I've been at the Morgue all morning with Dr Phelps. I was coming to ask if you had started anything based on your findings." "I haven't written anything, that's your job as the investigating officer" he sneered, his tone once more changing into that of the belligerent bully. "What about Dr Phelps, did he give you his report for me? "No sir, sorry, he hadn't written it when I left, he was just about to do so, we should expect it by email shortly, I expect" "You expect, you expect... I don't want expectations, I want results you little puff. I want to know who's doing this and I want it sorted, I don't like open cases on my books, especially murders. Now get your arse back in gear, I need a report to pass to the murder team by the end of the day. I expect it to be provided anonymously as an undercover officer. The team know we have one in place, but they don't know who or in what capacity, so your secret is still safe." Oh and another thing, in your files, I cant find the address of your under-cover base of operations. Why didn't you include it in your last report? "I'm sorry sir, I didn't think it was necessary for me report'. "Of course its necessary, I need to know, even if the investigating team doesn't, unless you want to pick up the rental tab etc' "No sir, sorry, sir, I'll include the details in my next report for you" "Thank you Sergeant, now get out and get on with it." "Yes, sir, thank you sir, I'll do it now" and with that I hastily left the room. I returned to my desk to write up the report, all the WPC's were crowded round the young girl who had taken the brunt of the Superintendents anger just before I entered. I wondered whether to lend my support, but noticed no other male officer was in the group and although all my instincts were crying out to help her, I knew it best to not interfere. A police station is a very strange place, especially those up north, and I didn't want to be seen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, especially with my fellow officers. I was already on shaky ground with most of them. I spent the next two hours writing up the report. Dr Phelps's report came in just as I was completing mine so I attached it to my completed report. In my summary I concluded that I would have to continue my undercover work and travel to the next contest in a weeks" time, to be held on Leeds and if that yielded no results to follow it to Manchester, Birmingham and then if necessary the final in London. I requested additional funds to cover these required expenses, plus some further clothing allowance, for new dresses, shoes, etc. I wasn't hopeful of gaining approval for the latter, but if you don't ask, you don't get. I also included the flat's address, without any thought to the potential consequences that might follow such information. By then it was 4.00pm, so I emailed the reports and request, closed the computer and headed back to my flat to get ready for the evening. An evening to remember, a chance to forget Twenty minutes later I was back at the flat. I stripped off my male clothes, slipped on a short robe and proceeded to run a bath. I put a bath bomb in the running water and a few scented pearls and let it "stew" while I quickly cleaned the kitchen. I luxuriated in the bath for another 20 minutes, sliding a razor along my smooth legs to remove any lingering hairs. The waxing I had done a few days ago was still pretty good, but I did want to be at my best. I also made sure my cock and balls were smooth as silk, I wanted to feel every sensation that my mind was promising (even if nothing physical had even been intimated, let alone promised). I stepped out of the bath and gently patted myself down, I rubbed into my skin some moisturiser and enjoyed the silky smoothness across my pale flesh. I checked the skin flaps on my false breasts to see if the water had worked anything loose, but all remained good and although faint lines were now visible, the toner would soon cover those up. Dried and comfortable I sat naked at my vanity table. I applied the skin toner to my breast tissue and smoothed it in, watching the lines disappear and the false breasts appear even more lifelike than ever. I applied a fixer spray to my chest and armpits and admired the look. I stood up, gently pressed my balls back into their cavity, that was a job becoming easier over time, I rarely felt any discomfort nowadays and tucking back my flaccid cock I secured it between my cheeks with a couple of strips of surgical tape. I turned and looked into the full length mirror. Facing me was a stunning young woman, her full breasts heaved with excitement, the nipples permanently erect, her flesh glowing from neck to toes, her pubic hair shaved into a small circle above her slightly mounded pussy. She looked good enough to eat and certainly not recognisable as the young man who had entered the flat approximately an hour ago. I looked through my drawers and pulled out a pale lavender satin and lace thong and a matching bra. I pulled the thong up my legs and although it was tight it felt great as the back piece slid up the crack in my backside. I pulled on the bra straps and with a deftness that would have surprised some of my old girlfriends, quickly clipped it in place behind my back. I walked over to my cupboard and selected a pair of white capri pants, they had some lycra in them which was needed as they were exceptionally tight around the arse and crotch. Good job I was wearing a thong, otherwise there would have been definite panty lines, a girls worst clothing nightmare. I then chose a pale purple crossover top with a low v neck and capped shoulders. I finished the ensemble with a thin black leather belt that sat on my hips, emphasising my slim waist and a pair of purple open toed sandals with a 3" heel and ankle strap. I sat back at my vanity table and re-applied my makeup, a light foundation over my face and neck, white concealer around my eyes to eventuate them and make them look bright, I brushed the concealer into the foundation smoothing it out. I applied liquid eyeliner around my eyes, extending it out and feathering the edges, and then blended dark and light purple eye shadow from the corners of my eyes to the edges of my eye socket. I darkened my finely plucked eyebrows, painted my lips with a purple gloss and brushed bronze highlighter on my cheeks and chin. I stared at the beauty in the mirror. I was still amazed at the transformation that could be wrought by makeup alone, and over the last few weeks I had become expert at the effects it could create. Today, was a gentle effect, bringing out my eyes and emphasising their beauty and highlighting my lips, cock sucker lips, my colleagues on the force would call them if they saw them on a ?50 whore, were they on me, I wondered! The doorbell rang. I froze with excitement and trepidation. Could I even do this? "Steel yourself girl, are you a man or a mouse" the thought crossed my mind and then I giggled to myself... I certainly didn't look like a man. The bell rang again "Coming" I shouted I took a breath and walked to the door, my heels clicking on the parquet floor in my hall. I flicked my yale lock and pulled the door open. He stood in the doorway, a shaft sunlight shone down on him, casting him in a halo of brightness, I had to shield my eyes. His arms were full of bags and boxes. "I thought we were going shopping?" I said "Hello to you too" he said with a smile and the obligatory twinkle, his eyes sparked in the sunshine. I found myself blushing, colour rushing to my cheeks and I turned away slightly so he couldn't see my embarrassment "Sorry" I said "Hi" and I reached up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek in a friendly greeting. This time it was his turn to blush. "We are shopping, this was just some of the ingredients I had at home, I knew we might struggle to find them in local supermarkets" He replied "Ok, seems an awful lot of food for just two people, you didn't invite any friends did you?" and I peered past him into the street just to check he was on his own. "No just you and I, dinner for two, but it is a full 3 or 4 course meal with suitable accompaniments' "Come in and put them in the kitchen and we can go out for the remainder" He came in and I led him to the kitchen. He wolf whistled as he followed behind me and I felt the colour return to my cheeks. What was it with this guy that got me so flustered. I wasn't this embarrassed after all the sex of that first pageant, so why am I embarrassed with this man. I had no answer to that question. He put the bags and boxes on the kitchen table and took my hands in his then slowly twirled me round "very nice" he said, "you do scrub up very well, no-one would know you weren't a real girl, you are truly beautiful." With that he pulled me into his arms, leant down and kissed me. Even in my heels he was a few inches taller than me and I relished the feeling of being appreciated by a man as a woman, rather than as a sex object. The kiss didn't last long, just enough to show he found me attractive and wanted me and for me to reciprocate. Then it naturally broke apart. He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Right, shopping" I said, "a girls favourite past-time" "really" he said, "I can think of better past-times' "I'm sure you can, most guys do" I replied "So why don't you? He countered with that enigmatic smile. "Hah, maybe girls like me do, maybe we don't, you'll just have to find out what pushes my buttons wont you" "A challenge I will relish" I picked up my handbag from the table and taking his hand led him out of the apartment. We spent the next hour or so shopping in the local high- street. There were a few food shops and a lovely delicatessen, where he got very excited and spent a small fortune on all sorts of herbs, spices, cheeses and breads. All stuff I'd never heard of, let alone knew how to use or eat. He was like the proverbial "boy in a sweet shop', I just hoped it would be all worth it. We returned to the apartment and spent another hour or so preparing the various dishes that were going to make up our meal. Once these were in the oven or on the rings we started to clear up the mess we had made. Preparing food definitely caused a very messy kitchen. Having cleared up we took me in his arms, and kissed me again, this time more passionately I could feel his manhood swelling against me as he held me tight. I pushed him away "Now now "I said, this has the potential to ruin the meal if we carry on and I'm somewhat desperate to taste our culinary concoction" A flash of something crossed his face, I would have missed it if I wasn't staring directly at him, but then he smiled and nodded. "I'm going to get changed into something suitable for a delightful meal with my date" I said and left the kitchen with a swing of my hips. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me as I left, but I closed the door behind me. I started to question my motives when I thought back on the unexpected look of anger. Ok so Perry was a good looking guy and a cop, like me, so what's the worry. But then I thought of Cole and knew there were good cops and bad cops and those in-between. I shook it off, just my paranoia I thought and went to my room to change. I had previously selected a short black dress, the typical "LBD', that no woman's wardrobe is complete without, in the few weeks that I had been living this double life I seemed to have acquired quite a number of these dresses. I fervently hoped that the police accounting team wouldn't be suspicious of my purchases and also not require me to return the outfits after the operation was over. I was now far too wedded to this lifestyle to give it up now and far too poor to replace all these outfits from my own measly wages. I stripped down to just my knickers and laced myself into the black satin corset. This reduced my small waist to an even smaller 26" waist and gave me a super hour-glass figure. I then removed my knickers, somewhat inelegantly as the corset bones stopped me bending easily and slipped on a pair of black satin knickers with a lacy frill on the legs and waistband. I sat on the bed, rolled up the black sheer stockings and gently pulled them up my smooth legs. I luxuriated in the feeling for a few seconds before standing and attaching the suspender straps from the corset to the stockings and straightened up, enjoying the tightness of the suspenders against my legs and the pull of the stockings. I stepped into the dress and wriggled it up my body. The bodice clung tightly to me, extenuating my slim waist and my large breasts. The dress was strapless, leaving my shoulders bare and the mounds of flesh easy to see to anyone who wished to look. The dress had a layer of tulle in the skirt which made it billow out something akin to a tutu, only not so high and it was very short, barely covering my stocking tops. Last but not least I stepped into my black patent sandals, with a 4" golden heel. They cost me a fortune, but as soon as I saw them I knew I had to have them. The pushed my legs into a whole new line, that I'm sure would make any red- blooded male stand solidly to attention, I sat down at my vanity table to refresh my make-up, removing the day time muted colours for a more daring night time look, lots of pinks and purples, with glitter and glamour and dark liquid eyeliner all around my eyes, making them shine with mystery and passion, I brushed a golden blusher over my cheeks to highlight the angles in my face and reflect the heels on my shoes, finishing the whole ensemble with a deep purple lipstick and gloss to bring my lips to the forefront. I brushed out my hair and admired the reflection in the mirror. "I would have shagged you a couple of months ago" I said to my reflection. My reflection winked back. Laughing to myself I slipped of the chair and returned to my guest. I found him in the living room, lounging on the sofa, casually flicking through a copy of the Police Gazette I had left lying around. He stood up when he realised I was there and the "shit-eating" grin returned to his face. "Wow" he said "You look amazing, I mean not that you didn't look amazing before, but now, well I'm speechless, I mean look at you, you're just, well gorgeous, like a super model' He would have gone on I'm sure, but I walked up to him, pulled his head down to mine and kissed him gently on the lips. Encouraged by the intimate gesture, he slipped his arms around me and increased the passion of the kiss, his tongue pushed into my mouth and I moaned in an animalistic way, while a growl of pleasure came from his throat. We kissed for a few minutes, his hands roaming up and down my body, raising gooseflesh all over me as he teased me with his fingers. My own hands slipped through his hair, twisting it around my fingers, my painted nails scratching his scalp as he made my move and writhe under his skilful touch. Then he broke away. "the food, we mustn't forget the food" he said. I nodded in agreement and took his hand and led him back to the kitchen The dinner was marvellous, we spent the time feeding forkfuls of interesting morsels into each other's mouths, mopping up overspills with dainty fingertips or silky lips. It took nearly 2 hours to eat the three lovingly prepared courses which we topped off with a bottle and a half of a quality merlot. Whoever said food could be a sexual adventure all on its own was so true... by the time it ended I felt I could have orgasmed from the slightest of erotic touches. 5 The ugly truth Leaving the dishes to one side we took our wine glasses and retired to the lounge area. Within a few short seconds Perry had the cups of my dress pulled lower and my falsies pulled out of the corset. He kneaded them as if they were real and I made dutiful noises to make him feel good. His soft lips kissed my neck, travelling downwards and across my bare shoulders. I shivered in ecstasy and he continued his assault on my breasts. His breathing grew heavier and his hands were less than gentle, if my breasts had been real I'm sure I would have been in real pain, as it was the glue pulled at my own skin uncomfortably. "Please stop, it hurts', I cried... "Why should it hurt, they're not real, he said back with a sneer" And he back-handed me across the face. The force of the blow snapped my head around and I flopped almost senseless onto the cushions. Grabbing my hands over my he straddled my body and held me down "Stupid tranny bitch, cant you do anything right" "What did I do wrong" I cried back, my vision still blurred and my head pounding from the blow. I couldn't think straight, let alone defend myself. "Wrong... wrong, you did wrong by just being like you are, you dumb whore" he shouted at me, spittle forming at his lips "It girls like you that get guys like me so inflamed, why cant you just be normal, but oh no, you have to go around tempting real men and getting them all worked up with your feminine ways and then flaunting your masculinity where you should be all woman" My addled brain was slowly connecting the dots, even if they were still flashing in front of my eyes. Perry was the killer, I'd invited him to my home and now he had me pinned down and he looked ready to do the same to me as he had done to the other girls. He had placed his rucksack by the sofa earlier and with his free hand he reached in and pulled out a roll of duck tape. I screamed and struggled and managed to pull a hand free from his grip. I slapped his face as hard as could, drawing my nails across his cheek and blood welled up under my nails. A punch came straight at my face, I couldn't do a thing as it connected with my jaw and I blacked out. I woke up staring at his leering face. He had moved me from the lounge to my bedroom. My dress had been removed and I was laid out on the bed. My arms were taped to the bed frame and thick ropes tied my ankles to the beds legs pulling them apart, but they were loose enough to allow some movement. I tried to speak, duck tape had sealed my mouth shut and mumbled incoherently through the gag. "Aww, is my precious trying to say something? Do you want to whisper sweet nothings in my ear while you try to get me hard to make love to you? Is that it my sweet, do you want me to make passionate love to you, make you feel all womanly? I violently shook my head, I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and spilling down my cheeks. I had never been this afraid in all my short life and I knew I was powerless to stop the inevitable. "Seriously, you whores are such sluts, now don't worry your pretty little head, of course I'm going to satisfy your carnal needs, I'm going to get your little boy clit hard so when I remove it it will fill your girly mouth, just like you want and I'm gonna fuck that tight boi pussy so you're fully satisfied as you die" I whimpered even more, tears now openly flowing down my face, I struggled as much as I could but it was no good I was secured to the bed and even though I could kick a little bit, the looseness in the ropes was simply so he could get better access to my arse. I watched his movements as he reached over to the bedside table. I saw a hunters knife placed on the side, its razor sharp semi serrated edge whispered seductively to me, I saw my death in that blade. By the side of the knife was a large cigar cutter, the agent of mutilation Perry had used on his previous victims to remove their manhood. I wasn't sure which filled me with more dread. I knew to retain the turgidity of my own member he would have to remove it while I was still alive, I promised to not give him that satisfaction. Next to that was a simple pair of scissors and it was these he picked up. He teased the blades of the scissors across my thigh and towards my belly. I tensed in fear, the scissors slipped under leg of my knickers and with a snick he cut through the flimsy satin. He put the scissors back on the table and then ran his fingers down the corset to groin. He grabbed hold of the material and pulled the severed knickers away from my body. I lay there, semi-naked, my maleness remained strapped between my legs and I presented a picture of womanhood to this murdering fiend. He laughed cruelly "Still trying to pretend eh Jane" he reached between my legs, found the edges of the surgical tape and ripped them off. The cradling my flaccid penis in his hands he laughed again. "You probably think that you wont get hard when I want you to, but trust me you will. You've been fully laced with Viagra and very shortly that will start to take effect and even if it doesn't, in death the blood rushes to your extremities and you'll get hard then. I do hope it happens while I fuck you, I do so want the pleasure of making you a real girl right at the end, but no worries if it doesn't, in death you'll be what you wanted to be anyway" I shook my head violently, trying to shout through the gag, but the sounds were muffled and incoherent. "I know, you're trying to beg me not to do this, you don't want to die, but believe my dear, you'll be better off, and as you die, you'll become the girl you always wanted to be and go to heaven as a beautiful womanly angel" Even in fear for my own life I wondered at the sanity of this man, was he a cold blooded killer enacting some sort of revenge, or was he a deranged psychotic, performing what he thought was an act of release and mercy to the transsexuals of this world. He slowly leant down over my prostrate figure, his lips touched my neck and his fingers began to caress my manhood, trying to coax it to engorgement. His lips and fingers were careful and sensuous on his ministrations. He might be a murderous fiend, but he was a sensitive and knowledgeable lover who knew how to arouse a tgirl. Despite my efforts to clear my mind and not give him the satisfaction, his gentle ministrations and the effect of the Viagra started to have an effect. I could feel my penis stiffening, the pulsating blood coursed through my veins and began to enact its inevitable outcome. "That's it my dear, you know you want this' He started to kiss his way down my body and rained gentle kisses over my now almost fully erect cock. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed my engorged meat, filling my body with the roaring blood. I could feel my heart pumping furiously as I tried to control my body as it was betrayed by raw hormones and alien chemicals. He pulled away with the terrible smile, climbed off the bed and started to remove his trousers. He did it slowly, enjoying the teasing action. My eyes were drawn to him, this Adonis of devilry, my last few minutes on this earth would be filled with the consumption of my body by the Angel of Death. He walked over to the dressing table and placed a small video camera down, peering at the screen he nodded to himself and spoke to the microphone. "Whore number 4, Jane Pierce, also known as Sergeant Alex Ward... any last words for posterity darling?" I struggled with my gag, trying once more to get out some words, something to stop this happen, but it was no good. I turned my head away tears once more flowing freely down my face. "Nothing to say my dear, oh well, lets get on with it, we wouldn't want to waste the lovely body and your lovely attention now would we?" He took up a condom from the dressing table, ripped the packaging and pulled out the rubber. His own cock was standing proud and he stretched the condom over it with a grin of ecstasy. He picked up a bottle of lube that I had placed there earlier and he liberally smeared the gel over his hard meat. He poured some more onto his hands and fingers and came back to the bed. His slippery fingers stroked my bottom and he pushed one then two fingers into my hole. I gasped with pain and pleasure. He worked the fingers around, preparing me for the rape that was to come. "And now my dear... the piece de resistance" He climbed onto the bed, pulled the pillow out and pushed it under my arse, lifting up in preparation for the onslaught, then knelt between my spread-eagled legs I felt the tip of his cock against my boy pussy and he reached forward, his hands clasped around my throat and he started to squeeze. As he squeezed he slowly eased his cock head into me. I couldn't breathe, black dots flashed in front of my eyes as the air was pressed out of me. He continued to squeeze my windpipe as he pushed his cock in further. I tried to thrash but I was secured tightly. I felt his cock bottom out and the lights began to dim... this was it, I was going to die. The tarnished Knight I drew in a huge breath. The pressure on my throat was gone. I thrashed about a for a few seconds, as I realised there was no weight on me, but the cuffs and ropes still held me in place. My vision started to clear, indistinct colours and bumps resolved themselves slowly to reveal my bedroom wall and ceiling the wardrobe at the end of my bed. From a long distance I caught the muffled sounds of a struggle. My ears popped and the faraway sounds landed loud and clear as a fight took place by the side of the bed. I strained my neck to see what was going on and I could make out the shape of a large man in a black coat holding someone and smashing their head repeatedly against the floor. The sounds abruptly ceased and the man stood up. Perry was out cold on the floor, blood was pooling under his head . The man in the black coat raised himself up and stood over me. "Looks like you've got yourself into a situation sergeant" Said Superintendent Cole. I looked at the man, my saviour with surprise and shock. He leant down over my head and released the gag, the strong glue tore at my face, but it was so nice to be free. Then running his hands down my body and along my nylon encased legs he slowly began untying the ropes. I lay there, just staring at him, I worked my jaw, trying to get some feeling and movement into the muscles. He worked at the knots at my feet, my thrashing had tightened them so had made them difficult to work free. However, after a minute or so he had managed to loosen them so they could be untied. In all that time silence reined in the room. I could hear my own heart beating loudly in my ears, the sound of my mortality, almost erased by the still body on the floor of my rented bedroom. My legs came free and Cole climbed onto the bed, straddled my chest and began to work at the duct tape tying each of my arms to the bed frame. I could plainly see his erection pressed against the material of his trousers. Either the effort of murdering a man aroused him, or it was my predicament. However, he worked slowly and diligently, picking at the tape with his fingernails. I simply stared up into his face, watching his features crease in concentration as he increased his efforts. Finally he freed my right wrist and began on my left. The wrists were still cuffed to the bed frame with my own hand-cuffs, but Cole left them in place for now. The left tape came free and Cole sat back onto me, lowering his weight onto my stomach. He was a big man and the weight pressed me into the bed. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and came out with a small set of keys. My eyes continued to watch him, although he had undoubtedly saved my life, I had severe trust issues with this man and wasn't sure just what he was going to do. He reached forward and put the small key into the lock of the cuffs and released each one, gently lowering my hand to my chest as he removed the cuffs. Then he pushed himself off me and the bed, looked at the still unconsciously body on the floor and let out a huge sigh. Turning back to me a smile filled his face. It wasn't a lascivious one, it was simply that of a man happy and satisfied with a job well done. He reached down and slipped one hand under my knees and another under my shoulders and lifted me in one smooth action of the bed and into his arms and against his chest. My own arms instinctively went around his neck to support some of my weight. Our faces were millimeters apart. His head came forward and he kissed me, gently at first and then more passionately. The ardour of the previous physical action coming out in the sexual contact with me. I let the kiss continue for a short while, enjoying the presence of the man and the safety of the embrace. But then I broke it and pulled away. He looked at me then nodded and placed me on my somewhat unsteady legs. His hands stayed around my slim waist as I tried to stand. Finally, confident I could stay on my own two feet, he withdrew his hands. "You should tidy yourself up sergeant, I'm going to have to call in the paramedics and the crime scene investigators. The question is, do you want to be Jane Pierce when they come or Sergeant Ward? Your choice, but I do think Miss Pierce needs to be around for questioning at some point today." I nodded my agreement again, still too hoarse to speak and stumbled to the bathroom, leaving Cole to make the necessary calls and secure the prisoner. I was aware that my head would ache like hell very soon and looking in the bathroom mirror I could see that bruises were already beginning to show on the pale skin of my slender neck. My mascara had run all down my face and my eye-makeup was smudged into a mess of colours and stains. I wet a cloth and slowly washed my face, removing the make-up with soap and water and make-up remover. Once clean, I started to re-apply the make-up, eschewing the slutty, whorish look from previously, I used muted earth colours to my eyes, cheeks and lips, with just a black eyeliner on my upper and lower lids to hide the red-rimmed look from my previous tears. I ran a brush through my hair, pulling at the knots with increasing ferocity. I took a few breaths and calmed myself again, then slowly brushed my hair through, taking long methodical strokes to steady and centre myself. I didn't cover the bruises on my neck, I knew the paramedics would want to examine them, and I also knew that they would need to take pictures for proof of the attack, I also knew that the doctors would want to do a rape exam as well, but I tried to push that to the back of my mind. That part of the ordeal was yet to come. Staring back at the pretty young lady in the mirror, I knew I was ready for the next few hours, but my mind was so filled with questions I was hesitant on how to even progress. Gathering my courage, I reached for the door handle, pulled the door and stepped back into the real world. The room had filled up while I had been in the bathroom. Uniformed policemen were everywhere, and Cole was in the middle of it all, directing the actions with deliberate and specific instructions. Perry had been dragged to one of my chairs and he sat there, handcuffed and silent, he was now fully awake and he watched the men without making any noise or showing any emotion. At least that was until he saw me. A look of shock flashed across his face, followed by disgust. I took the short steps across the room, as I walked my hand balled into a fist. Cole's back was towards me, he hadn't seen me enter. I stood in-front of my would be murderer. He raised his head to me with a cocky smile. Next thing I knew strong arms were holding me and Perry lay on the floor still cuffed to the chair. My knuckles were throbbing from the blow that I landed. My completely un-ladylike punch had taken him clean on the chin he was laying there stupefied and hopefully in pain. I stood over his prone body and spat in his face. At that point, Cole tried to pull me away, it was his arms holding me. "Come on, do you want to give his defence an excuse, stop it. Think, you don't want this" I let him pull me away from the now smirking face and I turned on my heels and walked back to the bedroom, my back straight and my head held as high as I could. Cole followed me back into the room. "Listen young lady, you may have just compromised the entire investigation with that outburst, I expect more from my officers." He didn't shout it, it was more of a growl. I nodded my head in acceptance and sat on the chair at my vanity table. Tears threatened, but I swallowed hard to keep them in check. "Are you calmer now, fully collected? He asked "Yes, as much as I can be with that bastard sat out there smirking" I responded. "But how did you know to come here, what's going on?" "It was quite simple really, you had done all the hard work, just you hadn't put two and two together." Cole began He sat on the edge of my bed and continued "In your report, you had identified a discrepancy with Dr Phelps statements and action, you had noticed the lack of information about his family and his family photos had bothered you, especially the story about his dead son. Additionally, you had identified that the killer had medical knowledge, albeit limited. This also irked me, so I started digging and its amazing what you can find out on the internet. We quickly moved to interview Phelps and he broke down and confessed all." I was missing something here, I couldn't connect the dots, why had the interviewed Phelps, when it was clear who the murderer was? "Sorry Sir, I'm confused, what did Phelps confess to?" "Phelps is the murderers father, he was harbouring him. Admittedly, he didn't know at first what his deranged son was doing, but it quickly became apparent to him after the second murder, but he did nothing to stop him or alert us." "Ok, but why was Perry murdering transsexuals, what drove him from blackmail to murder" I asked "Why he moved from blackmail to murder we don't know yet. But his motivation was simple. It was revulsion" I must have looked shocked at that response. "Phelps gave us the whole story. Your young man had been showing signs of femininity and homosexuality from a young age. At fourteen years old he told his parents he wanted to become a girl and be known as Penny. His parents were shocked and disgusted. They were old fashioned church goers, they hated homosexuals and had a deep seated fear for the lifestyle. They denied Perry the opportunity to be Penny, so he did what most teenagers did, he rebelled. He started dressing as a girl whenever he could. He would sneak out to clubs and pubs, dressed as a girl and sneak back in later at night. At first his parents weren't aware of his activities, but eventually after a year of this they found out. They tried locking him up in his room, they beat him when he denied them and they took away all his things, but he had to go to school, he had to go out. They couldn't keep it a secret from their community. They were at wits end with his actions and wishes. They went to their church and the minister there told them about a church run mission that could "cure" homosexuality. So they sent their only son, their vulnerable, mixed up child to a horrid regime in The United States. He was there for two years. He came back changed. Gone was the young transsexual woman and in her place was a muscular, athletic man, who now carried with him a psychological deep seated hatred for homosexuality and in particular for transsexuals. While Perry had been away, the family had relocated to up here in an effort to renew their lives with their past unknown to the locality. And when Perry returned they helped him through police college and ensured he got his first posting near them, so they could keep in touch, but without making the connection obvious. Phelps really had no idea it was his son who was the murderer at first, but it was your probing that actually made him put two and two together. He confronted Perry earlier this week, but he was just laughed at and was told it was all his fault that he was like he was, and he should be proud of the work he was carrying out in gods name, in removing the "unclean" from the earth and sending them to hell where they deserved to go. I sat through all of this somewhat agog. I had made some connections, but not all of them. I had put my own life at risk without thinking it through. I had assumed I was safe with a police officer. I had been so wrong, yet my instincts had been right. Things moved swiftly after that. The paramedics came in and examined me and I traveled with them to the hospital while the forensic team went through my flat. At the hospital a very nice nurse helped me through the rape exam with a friendly woman doctor and they eventually released me. I was about to get a taxi when Cole's car pulled up. "Get in sergeant, if you're up for it, we have some statements to take and your own to give." I nodded and got into the car, sliding my hands along the skirt of my dress to sweep it under me. He watched me do it and the reached out and caressed my stocking clad leg. With a wistful sigh he removed his hand and we drove off. Epilogue Life returned to a measure of normality during the next few days. I returned to men's clothes to complete the investigation and paperwork. My flat was closed up and all my feminine things were packed up and provided to me in large cardboard boxes. I stored these in my spare room and didn't really think about them for over a week. Late on the Friday afternoon, Cole called me into his office. "I wanted to congratulate you Ward, you've done an excellent job on this case and I wanted to tell you that any disciplinary conduct hearings and performance management have been dropped. "Thank you sir" I was relieved, looks like I was going to be a copper after all. "How about a celebratory drink?" he asked "Sure" I said "I'll get my coat, we going to the pub round the corner?" "Actually" he said with a small cough, "I was hoping to have the drink with Jane" I found myself smirking and nodded my head in agreement. The End (for now)