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The Undercover Detective part 9
20-25th June
Mum went home on the 20th, she had to get back to work. I really missed
her as soon as she had gone. I decided to stay on in the flat for a few
more days. I invited Fran over and cooked her a meal. It was good to
spend time with a woman. We chatted about everything under the sun, but
mostly about the job and the cases in hand. I had spent part of the day
in the National Gallery. That was a rare treat, I never usually had time
for such pleasures.
On the Friday I spent the day in the Tate Modern, then Tate Britain and
finally in the Courtauld. Two days of unadulterated culture, it was also
two days when I could be an ordinary woman and not have to play a part.
In the evening I met up with Fran again and she took me to a club that
catered for women only. It was mostly populated by lesbians. It was
assumed that Fran and I were an item and I was hardly hit on at all.
Being surrounded by so much oestrogen with not a single Y chromosome in
sight, was nice. I felt relaxed and at home. Here I was with false tits,
a cock and balls and no female plumbing. I was male, so why was I so
comfortable? I had been able to do a lot of thinking over the days since
I had been injured.
Did I want to be a male cross dresser, who enjoyed pretending to be a
woman? Did I still want to be able to fuck women? Did I want to be a man
some of the time, all of the time? Did I want to be a gay male cross
dresser and attract men? Did I really want to be a woman? Did I want to
have breasts? Did I want to get rid of my cock and balls and have a
vagina? Did I want to be a fully functioning lesbian? Did I want to be a
heterosexual woman and have sex with men?
I could not come up with any answers that were definite and not
contradictory. I liked the idea of having my own boobs. I think that I
liked the idea of living as a woman. I did not like the idea of giving up
my cock and balls, or even just my balls. When I asked myself why, I
could not think of an answer. Did I still want to have heterosexual
relationships with women? The idea still had appeal.
Did I want to start on hormones? In a way, I did. I knew that they could
make me sterile. I knew that they would affect my ability to get an
erection. I knew that they would reduce my strength and alter my body
shape. I knew that they would alter my emotions and the way my brain
worked.
I was in favour of the changes that they would make to my body. I think
that I was still against the idea of the effect on my cock and balls. I
was in two minds about the effects on my mind. How would I feel if I
started to find men attractive? How would I feel about kissing men? How
would I feel about sex with a man? Strangely enough, the idea neither
repulsed me nor got me aroused. I could envisage myself with a man, but
not any particular man.
I knew deep down that my current situation was not where I wanted to be.
The idea of being a part time cross dresser did not appeal to me at all.
The idea of being an almost full time cross dresser did not appeal. I
knew that I had to decide. Do I want to be a woman or do I want to stay
as a man? I knew that I did not want to live as a gay man. The elephant
in the room was that if I transitioned, I would always be a sterile
woman, who had once been a man and who had to take hormones for the rest
of her life. If I decided to return to being a man, I would find it
difficult to change my behaviour back again, I was very comfortable as I
was, I would make a feminine man.
I had to make my mind up, piss or get off the pot. I asked Mary to fix me
up with a session with the doc.
I spent some of the rest of the weekend in contemplation and some in idle
fun. I thought about the implications of going down the road to being a
female. I also spent a lot of time thinking about the job. I had been
very keen to join the police since I was quite young. Did I still want
that as a career? Yes, I loved the challenge and the satisfactions of the
job. If I became a woman, would I still want to stick with police work? I
could see a lot of problems transitioning in the job. I would become a
cause celebre. I would not just be able to get on with the job. I knew
that I would become the Met?s cover girl for transgender matters. Could I
handle that? What policing would I be able to do?
On balance, I decided that, if I did transition, I wanted to continue in
the police. I resolved to discuss the issue with people I trusted in the
job.
26th June
Mary was an angel, she had arranged a consultation with an
endocrinologist for the Monday afternoon. I was given a thorough
examination and vast quantities of blood were taken. I was able to give
her the name of my psychiatrist and she spent twenty minutes on the phone
to her.
Annie, the doctor, poked, prodded, investigated, inside and out. She
measured me and questioned me. I then had a wait while the lab measured
my bloods. Eventually, Annie had me back in to give me some feedback.
"Well Mandy, I think that you are quite an interesting case. Jane, the
psychiatrist tells me that you show signs of being quite strongly
transgendered. She says that you show quite strong gender dysphoria. She
also says that you are very conflicted about it. It is as if you know it,
but you don?t want it to be true. She said that you had been aware sub
consciously but had hidden the feelings from yourself. When you started
presenting as a woman, the hidden feelings came to the surface and now
you are very aware of your femininity. You will not be able to deny that
about yourself in the future. It will always be in your consciousness
now.
"Physically you are interesting. Your body shape is not strongly male.
Your shoulders are on the narrow side for your height. Your pelvis is on
the wide side for your height. You are in the normal distribution for men
and also for women. You are probably nearer the average for a woman than
you are a man. It would be interesting to see an xray of your pelvis.
"Your bloods are also interesting. You have relatively low levels of
testosterone and high levels of oestrogen for a male. You are within the
norm for men, just near the extreme. Your testicles are a bit
underdeveloped, but they are functioning. You have a relatively low sperm
count but should still be able to father a child.
"Your liver and kidney function seems to be fine. I think that, if you so
desire, hormone treatment would be possible for you. It would have an
effect over time. It would change your body fat distribution, you would
lose muscle definition, there would be breast growth, though we do not
know how much. Your features will soften a little and your hair growth
change. You would gradually become sterile and it is possible that
atrophy will cause you to need to have an orchiectomy.
"If you wished to go for a full transition, you will have had to live as
a woman, full time for at least a year. Now, in the light of my findings,
I am prepared to prescribe hormone treatment for you. If you wish, I can
give you shots that will start you off. The shots will inhibit your
testosterone production and start your body on oestrogen. You will then
have the choice of taking medication orally or having shots on a regular
basis. The treatment is reversible for a period, usually less than six
months, but after that, some of the changes will have become
irreversible. If you go for the hormone treatment, you will experience
the same as a pregnant woman?s morning sickness for a while. What do you
want to do?"
I was in a daze, too much information. I was sitting thinking it through
when I heard myself speak.
"Can I have the shots please?"
Why did I say that? I wasn?t ready to come to a decision, I was still
thinking about it. I just sat there in a trance while Annie prepared the
syringes. I stood when she asked, lifted my skirt and pulled my pants
down. I had four shots, two in each cheek. I was still in a fog when I
was presented with a handful of leaflets and booklets and an appointment
was made for my return, two weeks later. I was also given a prescription
for pills to be taken on a daily basis. My first stop was to get my
prescription made up.
As I sat in a nearby coffee bar, I was aware that I now had girl juices
coursing through my veins. I had made a fundamental decision about my
future and I had not even been aware that I was making it. Something deep
down, beyond my rational mind, had made the decision for me. I felt as if
someone had clicked a switch in my brain, I was suddenly thinking how I
was going to handle things, not whether I wanted to.
As I sat there, the thought that kept repeating itself in my head, was
that I was going to have my own breasts. That thought made me feel
comforted. I was happy that my balls were stuck back in their cavity. I
could not feel them between my thighs and that felt right. My todger was
pulled back between the cheeks of my bum. I used to feel proud of it,
once. Now it was starting to feel wrong.
I arranged to meet up with Fran and go for a meal. I was starting to get
bored and my face was no longer showing the discolouration of the
bruising, the stitches had gone and the ounds were starting to heal. I
wanted her advice on transitioning in the job and I wanted to talk to her
about getting back to work.
"What is the situation with Gabriel?"
"Well, Quentin Young as he is in reality, is now in the frame for two
GBH?s, three murders and one attempted murder. It appears that he was
strongly transgendered and had run away from home so that he could live
as a woman. He stared taking hormones that he had got off the net and
lived off a series of men with whom he had sex. His rich parents tracked
him down and effectively kidnapped him. They sent him to a religious
group in the states, to be cured of his sins. He was there for over a
year. God knows what they did to him, but when he got back to the UK he
ended up hospitalised, after a complete breakdown. He signed himself out
after two months and disappeared. That was six months ago. His parents
seemed to have lost interest in him.
"The first attacks were in Brighton and Manchester. Both victims were
lucky to get away with a beating. Both were very reluctant to deal with
the police. Young started killing when he moved back to London. He will
probably end up in a secure unit rather than jail. He is clearly insane.
"Anyway, how about you, what news?"
"Fran, I have decided to start on hormones, I had my first shots today."
"Wow, now that is a huge commitment. Are you sure? I know that you can
always stop, but once you have female hormones coursing in your body for
a while, it will be very difficult to get back to where you were."
"I really don?t know. I said yes to the hormones before my rational brain
caught up. I thought that I had decided to have some time to think, but
before I realised, I had said go ahead with the shots. I think I am
committed, but I am still in a bit of a daze. I want your advice on
staying in the job."
"I am only a lowly sergeant, I can?t give you advice on your career."
"You are perceptive and wise, I value your thoughts."
"Right, here goes then, whilst you are working off site, under cover, you
will be stacking up brownie points with senior management. The moment
that you return to main line policing, the problems will start. If you
are attached to a serious crime unit, you will meet a lot of prejudice.
There will be quite a number of the team who will see you as a freak.
Some will see you as a drag artist. A few will treat you as a normal
woman. The police are not known for their liberal, LBGTQ attitudes.
Some of your colleagues will see you as receiving special treatment. If
management protect you from abuse, you will be seen as receiving
favouritism. If you get promoted, it will be assumed by many that it will
again be favouritism. Is there a chance that you will be able to keep
news of your transition quiet? Not a hope in hell.
What about if you were put into a specialist unit, dealing with LGBTQ
issues? You would be seen as being treated favourably and would gather
enemies. If you wanted to transfer back into mainstream policing, you
would meet a fair bit of resentment.
All in all, I reckon that if you transition as a member of CID you are
going to have a challenge. If you think being on the fast track gave you
problems, watch out."
"But you don?t suffer as a lesbian."
"No, it is assumed that there is a strong possibility that a woman police
officer might be a lesbian. It is not seen as a disadvantage. It is
almost as if lesbians are seen as tougher than straight women."
"So if I want to transition and stay in the force, I will need to be
prepared to be in the spotlight all the time and have a constant battle
on my hands?"
"Yes."
"Shit."
That left me speechless for a while. I had known that to be the truth,
but I had not wanted to face up to it. I had put myself in a position
where, on the one hand, I could get on with becoming a woman, with a
normal amount of hassle, but find a new career. On the other hand, I
would be the centre of a lot of fuss and bother, if I wanted to continue
in the police. On the third hand, I could go back to being Mike and get
on with my police career. How brave, foolish, did I want to be? I was
enjoying being a woman, but how much was I willing to give up in order to
stay that way?
"The Commander talked about continuing under cover for a while longer,
has he said anything more about it?"
"Yes, he has asked me whether I want to be your link in a new unit, that
he is proposing. It would be made up of you, in the field, and an
inspector and one other DC and me. The target of the unit, would be to
deal with four main issues. The first is the disappearance of transgender
youths, who are moving to London, to start a new life. It may be that
several have just decided not to be found. It is probable, though, that
some are being picked up and forced into sex work. The second is the
trafficking of young men from eastern Europe and their conversion into
shemale prostitutes. The third is the link between the drag show
performers and a drugs distribution ring. The last one is the increasing
violence against trans people and the possible link with a new hate
group.
The idea would be for you to dig away in the trans community and for the
rest of the team to do the conventional policing. The commander also
thought hat there may be more unreported crime that you would be able to
identify."
"When would we be able to start?"
"The Commander said that the unit could be up and running in three to
four weeks, from the time you say that you say you are willing to
continue working off piste."
"I am bored and I want to get back to work now. I think I would like to
continue working under cover for now. It extends the time before I have
to make my mind up about transitioning and staying in the job."
"I?ll contact him tomorrow. You can start doing ground work in the
meantime. You are going to need to get up to speed with what we know so
far on the drug gang, the human trafficking and the trans hate group. It
is probably going to work best if you go back to Mary?s to keep your
cover going."
We decided that Fran could pretend to be my aunt and help me get my stuff
back to Mary?s. A quick phone call to Mary and it was all arranged. I was
able to carry quite a bit of my stuff and Fran carried the rest. Sue was
delighted to see me and I was met with a barrage of questions about what
I had been doing for the last two weeks. I gave Fran a hug and a thank
you and arranged to meet at the flat.
Sue had found a new boyfriend and was meeting him that evening. She was
dressed to impress. This new man knew that she was in transition and he
sounded quite nice. I arranged with Mary that I would go with her to
Sparkles and meet up with the crowd there. When Sue had gone out, it gave
me a chance to bring Mary up to speed on my new assignment and the fact
that I had started that day on hormones.
Mary told me that she had got Sue enrolled on a beauty therapy course and
also got her a place as an apprentice in a local salon. Sue had completed
her first week and was loving it.
At Sparkles that evening, I felt like an old hand. I now knew so many of
the people who were there. "Call me John" made another attempt at
seduction, but I think he knew it was doomed before he started. It was a
great opportunity to get up to date with the gossip. The arrest of the
devil?s vicar was still the main topic of conversation. There was much
speculation about how he had been caught, but, thankfully, not one person
connected me with the arrest.
One new strand in the gossip was a series of hints that there was what
sounded like a blackmail operation going on. One of the older ladies was
in floods of tears, talking to her friend, but she clammed up when I was
near. I did catch a comment about what would happen if her wife or her
employers found out. When I asked Mary, she said that she had picked up
rumours of a blackmailer at work. We both set about picking up any
information that we could.
Sue woke me when she arrived back in the early hours, giggling and
stumbling into things. It was clear that she had enjoyed a good night.
27th June
Mary has been talking to one of the crowd, who calls herself Anne. Anne
was at Sparkles on Monday night and had been very upset. Mary had
understood from what little that she could pick up, that Anne was being
blackmailed. Anne attends Sparkles, Monday night get togethers about once
a month. Her wife knows about her cross dressing and, at best, you could
say she tolerates it.
Anne?s given name is Roger, he is in his fifties with children who have
left home, married and have families of their own. The children are
unaware, as far as Anne knows, about her times at Sparkles. Anne is the
financial director of a medium sized company when he is being Roger. As
far as Mary was able to find out, Anne had received a copy of three
photographs of him, as Anne, at Sparkles. The photos were very clear and
Anne/Roger was unmistakeable.
With the photos, there was a message saying that, unless Anne paid ?500,
the photos would be sent to his employers. The instructions were to send
the money, in cash, to an address in Peckham. Anne had thought that if
she paid, then the problem might go away, so she paid the ?500.
She heard nothing for over a week and then she had another text saying
that she now had to pay ?5000 and instructions would follow. If she
contacted the police, the photos would be forwarded to her employers. She
was now awaiting instructions. Anne had not yet told his wife of the
blackmail and was close to a breakdown.
Mary was very concerned, because the taking of photographs at Sparkles,
was very much frowned on. Anne was able to identify that it was the 11th
June when the photos had been taken. Nobody seemed to be aware of anyone
taking photographs.
Anne was at her wit?s end and Mary had convinced her that help was at
hand. She had described me as her, highly intelligent sidekick, who had
got a first class honours in criminology at university. She had suggested
to Anne that she talk to me and had given her my phone number. It was now
a matter of waiting.
This morning Sue had slept in and when she surfaced, she had a serious
hangover. She raved about the new man for ages, despite the headache.
We worked in the shop for the day and Sue did a little more hair removal
on me. I did a little bit of listening to people who wanted to talk about
their feelings and problems. Transition is not an easy choice.
29th June
It is my fourth day on hormones, what a strange thing, that is, to be
saying. It is only six weeks since that bastard of a Chief Inspector
forced me to start pretending to be a trans woman. I had never ever seen
myself, in any way conflicted about my maleness and here I am, happily
dressed as a woman full time.
Sue gave me a very nice wake up, this morning, and shared my semen with a
sloppy kiss, messy cow.
Because I am still healing from my injuries, I am not being used for maid
work. It will have to wait until I am fit again. I can feel the shoulder
starting to knit. It throbs like crazy, some of the time. The bruising
has almost completely gone, but the wounds have not fully healed.
After breakfast, I went in to the shop and got on with dealing with the
customers. I was hoping that this would be the day that Anne got in
touch, so that I could find out about the blackmail.
Mary was out when one her friends from Sparkles came in. She was in her
working clothes and therefore dressed as male. She was clearly very upset
and in tears. I took her into Mary?s little office and made her a cup of
tea. James or Jenny, as she is known at Sparkles, had gone to call on a
friend, who was also a cross dresser and called herself Delia. She had
been worried about her, because she was fairly sure she was being
blackmailed.
Jenny had called Delia at her office and been told that she had not
arrived for work, not contacted the company and had been acting strangely
the day before. When he got to Delia?s house, there was a police
presence. All the information that he had been able to get, was that
Delia had driven out to a secluded spot in Rickmansworth and fixed a tube
from the exhaust into her car and killed herself. Jenny was sure it was
the blackmail that had caused it.
Delia was a very strict Christian and massively conflicted about cross
dressing. She was a long standing elder in her local United Reform
Church, as were her parents. It was a very conservative family. The two
adult children?s families were both very conservative. Delia had not
started cross dressing until after her wife died of cancer, two years
ago. Her wife had only been 46.
After I had calmed Jenny down, I got as much information from her as I
could. It was not a lot, but what little there was of it led me to
believe that the two blackmail cases were linked. I assured Jenny that I
would use my contacts to get as much information as I could and I was
relieved when Mary returned and took over looking after Jenny.
I now knew that I had to get to talk to Anne with some urgency.
Note from Annie
I have been unwell for a while and unable to continue with Mandy?s story.
As soon as I am better I will continue following her through her
challenges and adventures. In the immediate future she has to catch a
blackmailer. She also has the opportunity to perform as a singer. Mandy
will be back very soon.
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