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The Undercover Detective Part 11
July 5th
Anne came round to Mary's to see me. She was extremely nervous and very
upset. She was in Roger mode, wearing a smart suit. After a quick
introduction we got down to it.
"Mary told me that you were an undercover police officer, but asked me
not to tell anyone. Why are you undercover?"
"Do you remember the murders of the trans women and the capture of the
killer, well I was the person who arrested him. I had gone undercover to
catch him."
"My goodness, did you volunteer? Have you been working as a transgendered
person in the police? You are transgendered aren't you? Are you really a
CIS woman? Why are you still undercover?"
"That is a lot of questions. I didn't volunteer, but that is another
story. I was very happy to continue living as a woman, even though I had
never dressed as a woman before the last six weeks or so. There are still
people preying on the trans community and it is my job to help catch
them. Your blackmailer is one of them. We need to stop this person or
persons, now. In order to do so, we need your help. What I know so far,
is that you have already paid out over ?5,000 and you now have a demand
for another ?10,000. This threat is not going to go away. Have you told
your wife yet?"
"No, it would probably be the end of our marriage. It is hanging by a
thread as it is. Janet barely accepts me dressing. She has given me
ultimatums to stop several times. I stop for a while, but as soon as I
get at all stressed I have to become Anne. I have often thought about
living full time as Anne and just dealing with whatever the outcome is."
"Your wife is almost certain to find out about the blackmail and the fact
that you have already paid a considerable sum. We may be able to recover
some of the money, but it is not a strong hope. We will do whatever we
can to avoid any exposure, but it can not be guaranteed. We can make you
anonymous in any court case, but if the blackmailer decides to out you,
we may not be able to stop them. We know, from Delia's case, that he is
not going to go away."
"I know you are right, but I just didn't want to face up to it. My life
is likely to end up a total mess. I have no option but to risk
everything. What do you want to know?"
"How were you first contacted?"
"I received three pictures, of me, at Sparkles, that must have been taken
on the 11th June. They came by post."
"Did you keep the pictures and the envelope?"
"No, I destroyed them immediately. I was so worried that someone would
see them. I heard nothing for two days and then I received a text, saying
that I had to pay ?500, or else copies of the photos would be sent to my
wife, my employers and the local newspapers. They would also appear on
line. There were no instructions of how to pay so I rang and texted the
number of the phone. I got no reply.
The next day I received instructions, from a different phone telling me
to deliver the money to an address in Peckham. It was a vacant flat on a
run down council estate. It was really scary going there."
"Did you keep the phone numbers and messages?"
"No, I deleted them. It was about a week later when I received another
demand, this time for ?5,000. I had to deliver the money to an address in
Hackney. When I got there it was a flat in a run down block, that looked
as though it had not been occupied for a while."
The demand for ?10,000 came on Sunday. I have to take the money to an
address in Southwark before Friday."
"Have you kept the text?"
"Yes, it's a different phone number to the others."
Just in case, I contacted Fran to get a trace on the phone. I got as much
detail about the addresses as possible and asked Anne if she would
contact me straight away if she received another text. It was clear that
the blackmailer was using burner phones. If a trace was immediate, we
might be able to catch the blackmailer before they got rid of the phone.
I advised her that it would probably be better to tell his wife now,
about the blackmail. She was sure to find out later. I said that my
colleague Fran, would probably be in contact and that we would provide
the money for the drop and would set up a surveillance on the property
before the drop was made.
Anne was calmer when she left Mary's. She was resigned to the fact that
her comfortable life was almost certain to come tumbling down, very soon.
That afternoon, I met up with Fran and updated her with all the
information that I had obtained. The traces on the phones had been
unsuccessful. The Commander had transferred an inspector to coordinate
the stake out of the drop site. I volunteered to be part of the stake
out, but Fran pointed out that if the blackmailer was a frequent visitor
to Sparkles and other trans meeting places, I might be recognised.
The team had already started looking round the area of the drop point. It
was different to the other drop sites, in that it was an industrial
building. I could contribute no more, so I went back to Mary's. It was
now 5 o' clock and I wanted to get across to my flat, in order to meet
Megan. I really did not know how to dress in order to meet her.
I wondered about being a bit androgynous with jeans and a jumper and not
wearing my breast forms and cinch. Then I thought, sod it, and decided to
go girly again with a short box pleated skirt and a fairly tight T shirt.
I decided on plenty of bling, with my best dangly ear rings and shiny
bangles and rings. A fairly modest two inch pair of sandals and matching
toe and finger nail paint, finished off the outfit.
By the time I set off for the flat, it was touch and go, who would arrive
first. As it happened I got there just ahead of her. I just had time to
put the kettle on before she arrived.
"Bloody hell Mike, you have changed. Where is my macho policeman brother?
You look more girly than I do? What in god's name have you been up to?
Why did you come here dressed like that?"
"High Megan, it is great to see you again. How are you? What is this job
you are going for? Is it London based?"
"I'm fine, what about you, though, I can't get over how female you look.
Why have you suddenly decided to dress like this? I wasn't aware of you
wanting to dress as a girl or act girly."
"Yeah, it surprised me as well. Do you want a cup of tea, or would you
prefer something stronger?"
"Tea is fine, we can have a drink later. Tell me what is going on. Mum
kind of warned me and you told me a bit on the phone, but I did not
expect this."
"Well it all started just after I had been made up to Detective
Constable. The team that I was allocated to were investigating the murder
of a man who was presenting as a woman. Shortly after a second
transgender body was discovered with the same modus operandi. My boss was
a total shit and despised the trans community.
In order to get information from inside the trans community, who are
somewhat suspicious of the police, he forced me to go undercover as a
transgender or transvestite runaway. I went to this club in drag and was
incredibly lucky. A lovely, transgender lady, known as Auntie Mary took
me in and I have been with her ever since.
There was a third murder, before I caught the murderer, three weeks ago."
"If you caught the murderer three weeks ago, why are you still dressed
like this?"
"You may well ask, I am not entirely sure myself. I was made so welcome
by Mary and all the crowd, that it was the first time that I had felt
that I fully belonged since uni. Dressing in women's clothes felt really
strange to start off with, but everybody else was doing it and it made it
kind of normal. They are a lovely crowd and they made me feel at home.
Pretending to be female was much easier than I thought it was going to
be. With the help of the crowd at Mary's, I found that very, very few
people saw me as a man in drag. I was having fun with Sue and the others.
I even performed as a female singer at a club. That was a buzz.
I found that I was enjoying myself being Mandy. When I was injured,
capturing the murderer, I was given the chance to stay where I was to
recover and then carry on working under cover. I surprised myself, how
much I did not want to go back to being Mike. I am really happy being
Mandy."
"This is such a shock. I know I always found you to be an irritating pain
in the arse when you were younger, but I never realised that you were at
all girly or gay. You just seemed a normal boy."
"I never was girly and I don't think I am gay now. The only sexual
contact I have had since this started, is with my female boss and with a
young transgender girl who I share a room with. I suppose if I think of
myself as female, then sex with a woman would make me gay. I have not
wanted to have sex with a man, yet"
"You said yet, does that mean that you see it as a possibility?"
"I don't know, I am just bloody confused. If I don't think about it, I
can just get on with being me. It's only when I stop to think, that it
gets confusing."
"So what about the future, what are you going to do? Will you go back to
being Mike and get on with your police career?"
"I don't think I want to go back to being Mike. I like being Mandy. The
problem is that I am not in the real world at the moment. Whilst I am
with Mary, I am the same as everyone else. If I go back to the police as
Mandy there will be problems. It would be a bumpy ride. A lot of my
colleagues would see me as a freak. I'm not sure I could live with that."
"So why not go back to being Mike?"
"I started on hormones ten days ago."
"You what, why?"
"I want to become female, I want my own boobs."
"Why?"
"I am happier being a girl, I can't really explain why."
"You know that you will never be able to be a complete girl."
"I will be as complete as I can. I think that I want to go all the way."
"If you are not interested in men, why would you want to get a vagina?"
"I don't know, my dick just feels wrong somehow. It is lovely when Sue
gives me a blow job, but the rest of the time it is in the way."
We talked on for hours. Megan had real difficulty getting her head round
what I was doing. It was nearly nine before we went out for something to
eat and drink. It was only then, that I could find out about Megan's
interview. If successful, she would be the HR manager of a big
accountancy firm in London. She would be earning about double my salary,
at the ripe old age of just twenty seven, brilliant.
I left Megan and went back to Mary's, having wished her the best of luck
for the morning.
July 7th
I met Megan in the afternoon after her interview. She thought it had gone
well. She still couldn't get her head round what I was doing, but we had
a long hug before she got her train back down west.
Fran contacted me and said that they were setting the drop site up for
observation and I was to get Anne to deliver the money on Thursday
afternoon. Fran would meet with me on the Thursday morning to give me the
envelope of money to hand on to Anne. The notes were recorded and coated
in a traceable substance.
Wednesday afternoon, I had another rehearsal with Dolores and Maggie. I
now had five songs that I could perform well enough. I also had a bit of
patter that I could do, it wasn't great, but it was just about adequate.
Dolores was supplying an evening's entertainment for the Pink Porcupine
club in Leicester on Saturday. She had Maggie May down for the opener and
a girl I had not met, with the stage name of Fey Latio to close.
Dolores wanted me to do the fill in slot. It was not a huge venue, so it
would be an easy first gig. I was to get dressed up as a shy St Trinnians
sixth former, almost innocent, but quite sexy. It sounded fun, but it
made me very nervous. I wasn't sure whether the panic would outweigh the
pleasure. I was going to receive ?75 for my fee.
I had a quiet evening on the Wednesday and a lonely bed again that night.
Sue was close with Carol now. Thursday morning I met up with Fran, for
the package and then with Anne. Anne had told her wife about the
blackmail and there had been a huge row. Anne was staying with a friend
for now, having been thrown out by his wife. He was not in a good place.
He was off work with stress and looked a mess.
I gave him his briefing and he went off to deliver the package.
July 10th
Thursday night was quiet. Sue and Carol went out together to have some
fun. They invited me, but they made me feel old. I am only four years
older than Sue and five older than Carol, but it does make a difference.
Anyway I am not into picking up men. Sue no longer seems interested in
the person who she claimed, a week ago, was the love of her life.
Friday I was waiting for a call from Fran, to say that they had picked up
the blackmailer, but no call came. I did a bit of practice of my set, for
Saturday, back at Mary's and got my outfit together. I also practiced my
make up until I was happy with the look that I wanted.
In the afternoon I worked at the shop, still waiting the call from Fran.
In the evening I went out for a quiet drink with Daisy. It was good to
get to know her better. She had given up a lot and gone through much
heartache, in order to live as she wanted, as a woman. She was saving
every penny that she could in order to complete her transition. She had
been at Mary's for nearly two years, an unusual length of time. Mary
liked to get people set up in their lives, so that they could move on and
become independent.
Saturday and there was still no word from Fran. I got myself ready to be
picked up for the trip to Leicester and the Pink Porcupine club. They
picked me up at four. Maggie was already in the car, dressed, as normal,
as a woman. The other two in the car were dressed as men. The smaller of
the two, introduced himself as Max, otherwise known as Fey Latio. He was
a couple of inches taller than me, but quite skinny.
The other man was distinctly scary. He was not at all talkative. He was
at least six foot tall and built as a bruiser. It became clear that he
and Max were an item. He had quite a number of tattoos, some of which had
the crudity of prison tattoos. He was introduced by Max as Chunk. I took
that to be a nickname. Maggie sat in the back with me and we chatted all
the way to Leicester. Max talked to Chunk and received some grunts in
return. I got the distinct impression that English was not Chunks first
language.
The Pink Porcupine club was not huge, but would probably accommodate well
over a hundred, possibly as many as two hundred. It looked a bit dingy in
daylight, but would probably be OK in the evening. There was a small
stage and a cramped changing room that would only accommodate two at a
time.
Maggie and I went to get something to eat. Max and Chunk had already met
up with two tough looking characters and were in deep conversation. I
asked Maggie if she knew Chunks real name. She said that any time she had
worked with Max, he had been there, never talking and she still only knew
him as Chunk.
When we got back we got the keys and grabbed our bags from the back of
the estate. The back had been full of bags and packages before. Now it
was just our stuff left. Maggie got herself ready and then it was my turn
with Max. Maggie looked over the top fabulous. When I started to get
ready Max asked me if I wanted something to get me on form. When I
enquired what it was, he told me that he could give me a snort of coke. I
declined.
I was surprised how well Max transformed into Fey. With his heels, he
must have been about 6'3" or 6'4." I was dwarfed.
As the place filled, it was almost entirely a male audience. They were
loud and lively and danced like crazy people. When Maggie May went on she
received a great response. She was more of a stand up comedian than a
singer. Her material was as blue as could be. She received a roar of
applause.
Next, I was announced. "Here is a new star, straight from school, Mandy
Might." I was terrified when I was hit by the lights. I gave a shy giggle
and looked up from under my lashes before the first track started. Once I
started singing, I relaxed. At first it was clear that I was something
different and they did not know how to take me.
I belted my song of love like a latter day Judy Garland. The response was
everything that I had hoped for. I kept my patter fairly short, talking
in a quiet shy voice. I gave each song full wellie and the audience loved
it. It was better than sex. I determined that this was not going to be
the last time that I was going to perform. I was as high as a kite when I
finished my set.
Fey Latio was a mix of raunchy sexiness, filthy jokes and songs that were
blue. She was good and the audience loved her. After the show the dancing
resumed. It was wild in the club by now. I noticed that there were a
couple of guys selling drugs, there may have been more. There were at
least two hundred punters in the club.
Maggie and I had a couple of drinks. We could have drunk ourselves into
oblivion without paying a penny. Free drinks were on offer by the ton. I
was quizzed by several as to whether I was female or not. On several
occasions there was a hand groping up my skirt, to explore. Maggie was
used to handling the punters, I was not. I had been well handled by the
time we were ready to depart. Neither Maggie or I bothered to change. Max
changed as soon as his set finished.
I fell asleep on the way back to London and it was two o'clock before I
got back to Mary's. I was going to investigate Max and Chunk at the first
opportunity.
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