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The Undercover Detective Part 14
This the final part of this adventure
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24th July
If I had realised how important this day was to be, in my life, I might
have been too scared to get out of bed. Sue was back with Carol, so I had
no nice wake up. My morning sickness was starting to get less, thank
goodness. I had slept without my breast forms and I inspected my image in
the long mirror.
From the neck up I was quite female. Given a choice, I would have
narrowed my jaw slightly and made my nose a bit slimmer. My lips were
good, my eyes I liked. I had no brow ridge. My hair looked good, shiny
and nicely styled. I had very little evident Adam's Apple. I now had no
beard and a clear soft skin. All in all it was quite pleasing.
When I looked at my torso, I was less pleased. My shoulders were not
mannish, they were slightly broad for a woman but the muscular definition
had reduced. I could see a tiny amount of development in my nipples and
the areolas had grown and changed colour. My nipples had certainly become
more sensitive.
I had a shortish rib cage and a long waist. The regular use of a corset
had changed my shape a little. I now had more of a waist, even when I was
not wearing it. My hips were wide for a man and my bum had softened, a
little, in shape. From the back, I could be taken as female.
My arms had become less muscular and were hairless. My legs looked good.
They were long and nicely shaped. My feet and hands were a bit on the
large side, but not excessively so. The only bit, that looked totally
wrong, was the cock and balls that sat right there, in the middle of my
body. I used to be so proud of them and they had given me much enjoyment
with various ladies in the past.
I still had considerable pleasure when Sue gave me one of her lovely wake
ups. I even still got the odd erection in the shower and at odd times
when I was aroused and not wearing a gaff. It all seemed wrong though. It
conflicted with who I saw myself to be. Did I want to get rid of them and
exchange for a vagina. At one level, that made sense. I had never felt
the desire to have a man make love to me, to penetrate me.
I felt a little confused when I thought of David. I may change my mind,
if he kissed and caressed me. Where did that thought come from?
I knew that my shape was going to improve, the longer I was on hormones.
Intellectually, I knew that my balls would probably have to go before too
long, but I was not yet clear how I felt, when I thought about having a
vagina.
One thing, that I did decide, was to make sure I had sperm stored before
I became sterile. I may decide that I wanted to live with a woman. We may
want kids. Who knows what the future holds. The one thing, that I was
sure of, was that I was happy to be living as a woman. It just felt
right.
My morning was spent lazily, until I had to get ready for my maid's job I
was booked to be working over lunch and through the afternoon. I took
care to make myself pretty, in order to please those two delightful old
gentlemen.
I was greeted warmly by the QC, when I arrived, and instructed to prepare
the dining table for three people. I saw the judge and said hello, but no
one else had arrived yet. When I had laid up the table, I went to get the
food ready to take to the table and serve.
When I brought the food to the table, there was still one place empty. I
asked if I should wait until the second guest arrived, or serve up now.
It was then that they told me that I was the second guest and bid me to
sit down. I was totally bemused. I served up the food and then sat down
and served myself.
My two hosts chatted happily through the meal. They were witty, wise and
very entertaining. I served desert and then coffee. The two gentlemen
indulged in a brandy, but I had just drunk water throughout. As they
sipped their brandy the tone changed.
"Right young Amanda, let us get down to the purpose of bringing you here.
What are your thoughts about your career path?
"Well I had hoped to progress in the police, maybe becoming a sergeant
and then an inspector before I was thirty. I was hoping to make the rank
of superintendent in the end, at the least. I had not seen anything
beyond the police."
"You said that you had hoped to progress, is that now no longer the
case?"
"I was quite upset by the reaction of some of my colleagues to me being
transgender. Most were fine, but there was a significant, hostile
undercurrent. As far as I could find out, there are only 14 transgender
or intersexed officers, out of over 30,000 in the force. I know that
there are robust policies that would protect me, but I don't want the
need to be protected. I just want to get on with the job and be normal.
The Met is very inclusive of gay and especially lesbian officers, but we
still seem to be on the outside. Maybe if I had transitioned before
joining the force, it would have been different."
"Do you want to fight the fight, or change tack?"
"I want to be happy at my work, enjoy the challenges and enjoy the
company. I suppose that I may well need to be thinking of a new career. I
still want to give my bosses a chance to make me feel wanted and needed.
I don't want to give up yet, but I am inclined that way."
"What other careers did you consider, before joining the police?"
"I chose to do a degree combining law with criminology, rather than a
straight criminology degree. I have always been fascinated by the law and
the role it plays in society. I have always wanted to be part of the
mechanism that makes it work."
"Have you ever thought about becoming a solicitor or a barrister?"
"I ruled out being a solicitor, because I did not think it was me. I
wanted more challenge."
"What about becoming a barrister?"
"I thought that was an unrealistic goal, for a simple soul from Cornwall,
with no friends in high places."
"If you did have friends in high places, would you have given it a go?"
"Yes, but I would have had to do a pure law degree."
"What if it were still possible?"
"I think that I would be very tempted."
"We have been impressed with you and your approach to life. We have found
out a fair bit about you."
"Why would you have done that?"
"You remind us very much of ourselves forty years ago. We were friends
way back then, who desperately wanted to become the women we really are.
Things were very different back then. Our families, our circle and
society in general would have rejected us. We both decided, in the end,
that we would live publicly as men and keep our female preferences to be
indulged in private. It has meant a lonely life in many ways. You have
the chance to life a life that was denied to us.
If you wanted to become a barrister, I would be prepared to take you on
at my chambers. I would employ you for the second half of your conversion
qualification and then give you a pupilage. There is a condition,
however, you will have to have become Amanda Tregidden, legally, before
you are called to the bar and start your pupilage. What do you think?"
"Bugger and bless me, that is certainly something to think about, I am
very, very tempted."
"You would need to do a conversion course first. You could do it at
London University, it is a one year course, called the Graduate Diploma
in Law and the course starts in September. You can use us as referees."
I was amazed and delighted. Just as one door seemed to be closing,
another door was opening on something, potentially, much better. I needed
to think and think quickly. It was clear that they had spent time talking
to Mary about me. We chatted on for a while and then, around four, I
cleared up and headed back to Mary's. I promised to give them my answer
within a week and thanked them profusely.
I rushed back to Mary's and it was no surprise when I discovered that she
knew all about the proposal. I only had a couple of hours to get ready
for my meal with David. Despite the warm weather, I decided to wear my
cinch and stockings. I decided that my eyes and my legs were my best
features so I wanted to make sure he noticed them.
I was really excited, getting ready, but I was also scared. I was going
to tell him that I was transgendered, right up front. I did not want to
mislead him. I wanted honesty to be the base of any possible
relationship.
By the time I finally arrived at the restaurant, I was both excited and a
nervous wreck. We sat down and enjoyed a drink before ordering our food.
"David, before we go too far, there is something that I need to tell you
about myself. I don't want our friendship to be based on any lies. I was
not born as Amanda or Mandy. My given name was Michael. I have only been
living as Mandy for about ten weeks. I know that I am transgendered and I
am taking all the steps to become the woman that I am. I am still at the
early stages of taking hormones. If you are unhappy with that, tell me
and we can end now."
"Don't be silly, I was wondering if you might be transgendered."
"Why, do I look like a man in women's clothes?"
"No, of course not, you look very pretty."
"Thank you, what made you suspect?"
"It is a long sad story, but I will give you the brief version. I had a
very close friend at school. He was a lovely person but very troubled. He
realised that he had been born in the wrong gender when he was still
quite young. His parents were quite old fashioned and very strict. My
friend took every chance that he could to be a woman and even started to
take some hormones.
He hid clothes at my home and used our friendship as an opportunity to be
himself. His father and brothers found out and gave him a massive
beating. He left home when he was eighteen and started to live as he
wanted. He did not even tell me where he was. He was nearly twenty, when
his father and brothers found him. Shortly afterwards he was dead. It was
recorded as suicide, but I have my doubts.
You also have to remember that I am a surgeon and studied anatomy. There
are small signs that you may have been born male, so your news did not
surprise me."
"So you are not angry with me?"
"How could I be, you are very pretty and very nice to know. Now can we
order some food and would you like a hankie so that you can wipe your
eyes and blow your nose?"
"You are lovely and will you excuse me while I repair my face?"
The evening was wonderful, we talked about everything, our childhood ,
our families, our work, our dreams and the evening flew by. It was a warm
clear night and we walked for ages, arm in arm, talking. David escorted
me all the way back to Mary's. When we got to the door, I turned to him
to say goodnight. As I did so, he took me in his arms and as I looked up
into his face, he kissed me. I responded, with a feeling of dreamy joy.
As the kiss broke, we looked at each other, smiled and then kissed again
and then again. This was a totally new and different feeling for me. I
did not want it to stop. In the end it had to, it was getting very late.
We agreed to call and meet again, the next time David had an evening free
from work.
I floated into the house and went to my room, everyone else was asleep.
As I lay in bed, smiling, I explored my feelings. I had kissed many women
when I was Mike, but that was so different. With David, I was being
enveloped, encompassed, held in a safe and lovely place. I was being
cherished and taken care of. Mike had never experienced that same
feeling. It was easy to come to a clearer understanding of who I was and
how I wanted my future to be. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
26th July
Sunday drifted past as a bit of a dream. Carol persuaded me to go out for
a run with her. She was a lot fitter than me. I must get my fitness back.
In the afternoon we lazed around in the sun. I sun bathed without my
breast forms. Looking at Sue and Carol made me very jealous. I want my
own boobs.
Monday morning and I had no morning sickness. The first thing that I did,
was to get on to London University admissions and enquire about entry to
the Graduate Diploma in Law. I told them what my qualifications were and
who my distinguished referees were. They were most impressed. I was very
close to the cut off date for the course, so they decided to arrange an
interview for me, with the course tutor, in two days time. In the
meantime they would contact my two referees. They were totally unfazed
when I told them that I was transgendered.
My next contact was with Fran. I wanted to know what the progress was
with all the cases with which I was involved. I had got the impression
that I was being left out of the loop. Fran had also got the same
impression. Detective Inspector Ince had taken control of the blackmail
case and was not inclined to let anyone else share in his success.
The drugs team had picked up on my list of dates and locations when Max
would be performing. They were deciding which venue to hit. The objective
was to arrest them as they handed over the drug supplies to their local
contact. There had been talk of putting them under observation, in order
to find out who their supplier was. Neither Fran nor I would be involved.
Fran said that she would need to go through DI Ince in order to find out
what was expected of me now. I had heard nothing from the Commander.
I was a bit disappointed with the news from Fran. I went in to the shop
and got stuck in with helping people. It cheered me up a bit. I phoned my
QC friend and told him that I had been in touch with the admissions
people at the university and that he might get a request soon for a
reference. I was surprised when he told me that he had already been
contacted. Everything was suddenly moving very fast.
Monday night, we all went to Sparkles. It was a happy, chatty evening.
For the first time "Call me John" did not approach me, it has taken a
long time, but I think he has finally got the message. I will probably
miss his attentions now.
27th July
I had a call from Fran that DI Ince wanted to see me and could I be in
the office at 10 o'clock. I dressed conservatively in trousers and a
white blouse with little make up or jewellery. The desk sergeant could
not play the trick of not recognising me, but he was not welcoming. I
went up to DI Ince's office.
"Ah DC Tregidden, good to see you, sit down. Well done in your stint
undercover, it has been very successful. You have been a great help in
catching two murderers and a blackmailer. You may also have set up the
arrest of a drug dealing gang. Not bad for a little over ten weeks. I
gather that your stint undercover as a cross dresser had been forced on
you. Your old DCI has been suspended for numerous misdemeanours.
It must have been tough, all this dressing up and mixing with that crowd.
Well I can tell you that you need not spend any more time under cover.
You will be able to return to either DI Irani's team or mine. It is not
decided yet and you will be able to return to normal. No more dressing up
needed, you must be pleased."
"I don't understand, sir, this does not correspond with anything that I
discussed with the Commander all those weeks ago. It does not sound
right. Where did the instruction for me to end my undercover work come
from?"
"The instructions were very clear. The Superintendent told me to contact
you and bring you in. Is there some problem?"
"When was this supposed to be effective from, sir?"
"Well, straight away, I could give you the rest of this week to tie
things up and get yourself back to normal."
"Thank you sir, I will take you up on that week. I would like to see if
is possible to speak to the Commander, he had assured me that a different
path was planned."
"Use my phone to give his secretary a ring."
I phoned the Commander's secretary and asked for an appointment to see
him. I was surprised to get the answer, after holding on for ten minutes,
that he would see me the following day at 3.30 p.m., he must be feeling
embarrassed, if he is seeing me that soon.
When I saw Fran, she looked sad.
"I had a feeling that they were about to shaft you. After everything that
you have done, I expected you to get what you were promised. It will be
interesting to see what he has to say. I was offered the job of LGBTQ
liaison officer for the division yesterday, so it sounds as if the idea
of a special unit has been dropped. I turned down the offer of the
liaison job, I would rather keep on with crime detection."
I was well pissed off when I left the station. When I got back to the
shop, I brought Mary up to date. She seemed quite angry and said that she
would be talking to her policeman friend.
27th July
The interview at the university went very well. The course tutor was very
impressed with my referees and also seemed impressed with my degree and
my police experience. The fact that I was transgendered, did not seem to
be a problem. We got on like a house on fire.
He was prepared to tell me there and then, that he would accept me on the
course. I would have to confirm my acceptance of the offer before the end
of the week. I thought it only fair to tell the tutor that I was meeting
with the Commander that afternoon and that meeting would determine
whether I went ahead.
I was delighted by the outcome and phoned my QC friend to thank him. I
texted David and phoned Mary. Mary was delighted and told me that she had
spoken to her policeman friend, but would not tell me the outcome of that
conversation. David texted back congratulations and said that he was free
Thursday evening, if I fancied meeting up, I responded, yes, immediately.
It was a long wait until my meeting with the Commander. I decided to be
quite feminine in my dress for the meeting. I was going to be smart, but
in no way butch. I was kept waiting for fifteen minutes before I was
called in.
"Tregidden, come in and sit down. Now what did you want to see me about?"
"I thought that it would already have been clear to you sir."
"Well you have done an extremely good job and we are very pleased with
you, but praise would have come down the normal channels."
"No sir, I am talking about your offer to set up a special unit, covering
LGBTQ crime, with me working in the field."
"Oh we changed our minds about that over a month ago."
"I was never informed, sir."
"Weren't you, well nothing lost, you can now return to a CID unit."
"What about my transgender status, sir?"
"We have robust policies protecting LGBT police officers. You will need
to discuss this with HR but I am sure that it can be accommodated."
"I have met with some quite negative responses by colleagues over the
last few weeks, sir."
"If you have anyone discriminating against you, it will be the subject of
disciplinary action. The policy is clear. As long as you set it up with
HR, you will be supported."
"Is it absolute, that there will be no new unit,sir?"
"Yes."
"Well thank you sir, for seeing me. It was kind of you to see me at such
short notice."
"After all your sterling work, undercover, it was the least I could do."
When I left the office, my mind was nearly made up. I could see one set
of doors closing and another future opening up before me. I called back
down to see Fran.
"How did you get on?"
"I think I have just had the bum's rush. There was no apology for gong
back on his previous proposal. He just said that if I wanted to come back
in as a transgender officer, I had to clear it with HR and that I would
be protected from any miss treatment."
"How are you feeling now?"
"This morning I was offered a place on a course that would qualify me on
the path to becoming a barrister. I have also been offered a place as a
pupil in a very prestigious Chambers. I think that I am going to accept.
I am sad to leave the police, but I don't feel comfortable to continue my
journey towards womanhood in The Job."
"Your decision comes as no surprise. I wish you every luck and please
keep in touch. By the way, I have got the chance of promotion again. I
think I will take it this time."
"Brilliant, congratulations, you deserve it. You are far better than most
of the DI's and DCI's that I have come across.
I returned to talk to Mary and tell her of my decision. She had
anticipated it after her talk with the Commander. The university
admissions department were the next port of call. I was now set for a new
adventure.
I phoned mum to tell her the news of my decision and that evening, I went
out with Sue and Carol to celebrate. I'm afraid that I was a bit tiddley
by the time I got back to Mary's.
28th July
I emailed the Inspector and took him up on his offer that I did not have
to come back in to the office until Monday. I then wrote to HR giving one
month's notice of my termination and claimed my four weeks of overdue
holiday. As of that moment I had quit the police. Part of me was sad,
because I had invested a large amount of myself in establishing a career
as a detective. I had been good at the job and enjoyed it. It had been
interesting, rewarding and had matched my skills.
I strongly felt that I could not have a happy transition to being Mandy,
fully and completely, if I stayed in the job. A fresh start and a new
challenge, were what I needed. I would miss Fran, Dickie Dixon, DI Irani
and a few others, but a new career would bring new friends.
I now had a free month before I started my new studies. I was going to
fill that month with, performing, working in the shop, helping other
souls, shopping, working as a maid, having lots of fun and, most of all,
seeing David. Part of me said that I was getting ahead of myself after
just one date, but the rest of me said go for it.
Epilogue
Mandy has a new life to look forward to. David is both a deep delight and
a constant worry. Mandy wants their relationship to deepen, but is very
conscious that her anatomy is not, yet, designed to satisfy heterosexual
David.
Contact with Fran is maintained and Mandy does not lose her skill in
solving crimes affecting the trans community. Carol gets the grades that
she needs for her university course when her results are published in
August. Sue starts her apprenticeship as a beautician.
Mandy enjoys her month of freedom, to the hilt, before starting her
journey to become a complete woman and a barrister. She and her sister
Megan move in together and share a flat. Mary continues to rescue waifs
and strays and set them back on the road to a happy future.
The hormone regime continues to change Mandy's body, her brain and her
feelings. The financial challenge of paying for any surgery is a major
issue to solve.
There is much to learn about the lives of Mandy and her friends. A new
chapter, covering her life in the law, will inform us of how her life
unfolds.
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