Chrissy gulped and exchanged a worried glance with Brad. He shut his purse and slung it over his shoulder while following Brad and the police officer back into the lobby. Chrissy’s heels clicked, and he suddenly felt every molecule of dry semen covering his face. The lobby was trashed. Some tables were flipped over while others were simply pushed out of place. The young employee that had originally taken their order was busy putting things back together. He turned, and his eyes widened with fear at the sight of Brad and disgust at the sight of Chrissy.

A male officer was waiting with his arms crossed by the entrance, and he motioned for Brad to follow him outside.

Chrissy saw there were several other officers and flashing police lights in the street. Brad bowed his head and did as he was instructed.

The female officer pointed to a nearby table and ordered, “Sit.”

Chrissy laid his purse on the table and delicately sat in the indicated chair. He crossed his smooth legs and folded his hands. His foot tapped nervously. What were they going to do with Brad? Brad was just protecting him!

The female officer removed her campaign hat and sat in the chair opposite Chrissy. She sighed and ran her eyes up and down Chrissy’s face and upper body, inspecting every square inch. Chrissy fidgeted beneath the officer’s scrutiny, and his cheeks burned with embarrassment. It was obvious to ANYBODY that he had just sucked Brad’s dick.

The officer cleared her throat. Her voice was softer and quieter than before. “My name is Trooper Abigail. I’m just here to try and figure out what’s going on, okay? Do you have any ID on you, miss?”

Chrissy nodded and opened his purse to retrieve his wallet.

He briefly considered telling Trooper Abigail that he was movie star Chris Evans, ‘CAPTAIN AMERICA,’ but he definitely didn’t want anybody to know that at the moment. Police interactions and obvious signs of giving a man a blowjob weren’t exactly career builders for a leading man. Besides, giving his true identity would spoil the surprise of his subtle transformation for ‘A Woman’s Soul’! He couldn’t allow that to happen!

But...was he really about to lie to a trooper?

He slipped his fake ID card from his pink wallet and handed it to Trooper Abigail. With the ID out of his hands, Chrissy was officially committed.

Trooper Abigail spoke into the receiver on her shoulder, “Central, 33-85 with a file.”

After a pause, a voice responded, “Go ahead, 33-85.”

She continued, “Can you run a scan on Christina Robin Evans, a white female, approximately 23 years of age?”

Chrissy’s heart leapt. Was his fake identity about to be uncovered? What was the trooper going to do when she found out Chrissy was lying!?

There was a long pause. Chrissy’s foot bounced wildly, and he twirled his matted hair around his long, painted fingernail. Trooper Abigail spun Chrissy’s ID around in her hand while staring at him critically.

The voice from the receiver finally spoke, “Christina Robin Evans is nil LEIN. ID card only via DMV.”

Trooper Abigail smiled and nodded towards Chrissy before sliding the ID card back to him and speaking, “Okay, Miss Evans. I’m just looking to figure out what happened with the—”

Chrissy’s cell phone began to ring from his purse. The ringtone was ‘Love Me Like You Do’ by Ellie Goulding.

Trooper Abigail reached inside the purse and pulled out the cellphone.

The screen said ‘Mom.’

She accepted the call and put the phone to her ear. “Hello, this is Trooper Abigail Crenshaw with the California Highway Patrol. Am I speaking to Christina’s mother?”

Chrissy crossed his arms beneath his chest, upset about the invasion of privacy but much more concerned about whoever was programmed into his cell as ‘mom.’

Trooper Abigail pulled the phone from her ear, and Chrissy could hear a voice on the other end screaming. Trooper Abigail spoke, “Ye- yes, I understand, Mrs. Valentine. I- ye-yes. Your daughter is safe, but it looks like the man she was with got into a fight at the bubble tea place.” Another pause, “That’s her boyfriend? Okay, well, ma’am, ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down, ma’am. We’ll get her home, but I’m not sure about her boyfriend, okay?” Another pause, “O-okay, Mrs. Valentine, I’ll let her know. Do you want to talk to her? No? Okay, take care.”

With that, Trooper Abigail ended the call and dropped Chrissy’s cell phone back into his purse. She jotted something down on a notepad. Chrissy’s head was spinning. Miss Valentine said she was Chrissy’s mother? Why was she in the phone as ‘Mom’? Why did his fake credentials seem to come back in the police system? What the hell was going on?

Trooper Abigail shook her head. “Well, your mom seems a little angry about the situation. Apparently you were supposed to be on a ‘walk.’” She looked down at the crusty stains on Chrissy’s dress and continued, “It looks like you and your boyfriend did a little more than just ‘walking.’”

Chrissy nervously twirled his hair and shrugged.

Trooper Abigail grinned and sat back. Her tone was softer and friendlier. “Look, I get that he’s your boyfriend, but he put two men in the hospital, and I’m trying to find out why. I need you to tell me what happened because, as it stands now, he’s absolutely going to jail.”

Chrissy sat up quickly, and his chest fluttered. He needed to get Brad out of this! He proceeded to gush with Trooper Abigail and tell her everything. He told her about walking from home, getting to the bubble tea shop, heading to the restroom, and his interaction with Poofy and Greasy, including the unveiling of their respective penises. Chrissy had to...augment his story a little by stating he ‘accidentally’ went into the men’s bathroom. He was particularly embarrassed when Trooper Abigail asked specifics about his vagina and breasts and how Poofy and Greasy violated him. “It’s okay, I’m a female too, you can tell me,” was stated to Chrissy when he hesitated to disclose how Greasy’s fingers penetrated his vagina and Poofy's mouth sucked on his nipples. Chrissy then explained how Brad heroically saved him from being raped. He, once again...augmented the story to explain how Greasy and Poofy were, “Fighting Brad and trying to, like, stop him from saving me and junk!”

When his story was over, Trooper Abigail motioned to Chrissy’s face and asked, “And how did—uh, how did that semen get on your body? Was that from the two young men or...somebody else?”

Chrissy blushed and stared at the ground before mumbling, “Um, n-no, it was, like, from my boyfriend. I sorta gave him head after he saved me, you know?”

Trooper Abigail nodded and wrote down a couple of notes before speaking, “Do you have any visible injuries? Have you looked at your breasts or vagina since the assault? Are there any red marks?”

Chrissy shook his head, “I’m not sure.”

Trooper Abigail stood from her chair. “Would you mind if we went to the restroom to check? I want to be sure we have all available evidence.”

Chrissy hesitated. Was he really about to expose himself to a female trooper? He knew he’d probably have a hickey from Poofy’s nipple sucking, but was it really necessary for her to see it? Would Trooper Abigail figure out Chrissy’s vagina wasn’t real if she looked at it? She was a state trooper, after all! He’d gotten away with the name thing, but he couldn’t risk her finding out about his real genitalia. It was too risky!

When Chrissy was about to decline, however, he glanced outside at Brad, who was vehemently explaining his side of things while surrounded by a semi-circle of hardened male police officers. They were close to him and eyed him like a pack of wolves.

The scene changed his mind. Brad had risked everything for him; it was time to return the favor.

“O-okay,” Chrissy stammered.

He stood from the table, grabbed his purse, and followed Trooper Abigail down the hallway. They made it to two doors.

Trooper Abigail went left and entered the women’s restroom. Chrissy took a deep breath before following. He just had to get this over with as soon as possible. The interior looked like the men’s, but there were four stalls and no urinals.

Trooper Abigail stared at Chrissy and nodded towards him, “Go ahead, whenever you’re ready.”

Chrissy slowly pulled down on the crusty neckline of his dress and exposed his pink, lace bra.

His long, painted fingers tugged the cups of the bra down, and his teardrop tits flopped out. Trooper Abigail bent down and stared at them closely. Chrissy averted his gaze to the ceiling, and his cheeks flushed. He had to remember that Trooper Abigail was a woman and thought Chrissy was too. It was only weird if he made it weird.

While Chrissy was looking away, Trooper Abigail lifted her cell phone and snapped a picture. Chrissy turned back with confusion.

She apologized, “Sorry, Miss Evans, I have to document what I see, and there’s definitely a hickey on your right breast. Don’t worry, nobody will see these besides me—unless it goes to trial, I guess.”

Chrissy looked down and saw a red welt near his right nipple, just as Trooper Abigail described. Seeing a physical reminder of the assault made Chrissy squirm. With the pictures of his breasts taken, Trooper Abigail pointed downwards. Chrissy began sliding his breasts into the cups of his bra when Trooper Abigail stopped him. Apparently, at the end, she’d have to take a picture of his exposed body for ‘context.’ She asked him to keep his tits showing.

With his boobs still hanging out, Chrissy slowly reached up his skirt and pulled his lace underwear to his knees.

He lifted his sundress to his stomach and exposed his fake pussy. He kept the dress bunched in front of the seam just in case Trooper Abigail was insanely perceptive. She bent over and squinted her eyes before pointing her cell phone between Chrissy’s legs. Surely there was nothing to photograph. It was a prosthetic!

Trooper Abigail advised, “There’s some redness on your vulva for sure. It’s probably from digital manipulation by the suspect.”

Redness? But...it wasn’t real! How could there be redness on a body part that isn’t real? What kind of prosthetic was this!? Lost in thought, Chrissy allowed his fake vagina to be photographed. He glanced between his legs. There was definitely some redness there...it was probably from Chrissy’s own masturbation, but what Trooper Abigail didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her!

Trooper Abigail’s cell phone got very close, and she snapped a picture of a slight red mark on Chrissy’s labia. While waiting for the nightmare to end, Chrissy felt an increasingly familiar ZAP against her penis, and it became numb. She then felt a tightness and a stinging in her abdomen before a new redness formed at her opening.

“Oh.” Trooper Abigail called, “Um. Miss Evans, you, uh, appear to be menstruating.”

Chrissy looked down and gasped. This wasn’t—this wasn’t possible! A trail of dark blood oozed from her slit and dribbled onto the tiled floor and the panties still around her knees.

Trooper Abigail ducked into a stall and returned quickly with a wad of toilet paper. Chrissy accepted the paper and held it between her legs, absorbing the blood. She doubled over as a monstrous cramp gnawed at her lower abdomen before another sharp sting. Chrissy was frozen in shock and horror. Her mind reeled; it—it just WASN’T possible! Trooper Abigail opened the purse still slung over Chrissy’s shoulder and pulled out an item Chrissy thought she’d never need in a million years.

“Here you go.” She stated, holding the tampon towards Chrissy before adding, “I’m almost done; let me get one more pic with your affected areas exposed for context. You can insert that first, though; I can’t even see your vagina with all the tissues.”

The tampon package crinkled between Chrissy’s smooth, painted fingers. She wasn’t female! She wasn’t a woman! It was unnatural for Chrissy to even be doing this! But, with Trooper Abigail watching her expectantly, she pushed herself to open the package. If this was what needed to happen to get out of the situation, she was willing to do it. She still had NO idea what was going on. Was the prosthetic somehow programmed to simulate a normal female cycle? What was the point of that? Inside the package was a cotton tampon attached to a string surrounded by a plastic tube. Chrissy wasn’t an idiot; she knew how a tampon worked; she just never thought she’d be the one inserting it!

She opened her labia and buried the plastic tube, feeling its intrusion from every angle. She then pressed the tampon inside and felt it nestle within her walls. She removed the plastic tube and waddled to the nearby trash to discard it along with the package. Chrissy now had a tampon in her snatch with a little white string poking out.

With the tampon inserted properly, Chrissy stepped out of her bloody panties. She folded them and stuffed them into her purse. She was going commando!

Trooper Abigail raised her cell phone, and Chrissy hiked her skirt a little higher. Both her upper and lower bodies were exposed. She turned her head to the side and clenched her eyes shut. This was the most embarrassing thing she’d ever done!

“Please look at the camera, Miss Evans; it’s needed for identification purposes.”

Chrissy stared forward with sticky, blazing cheeks as Trooper Abigail snapped some pictures and officially associated 'Christina Robin Evans' with Chrissy's semen-coated face, hickey-covered tits, and menstruating vagina.

Trooper Abigail smiled, “Okay, NOW we’re done. I’m so sorry this all happened to you, Miss Evans. I told your mom I’d get you home, so let’s do that, shall we?”

Chrissy nodded and covered herself back up. He suddenly felt his penis buried deep down. He didn’t understand why it was doing that but suspected the prosthetic was responsible!

With his clothing back in place, Chrissy followed Trooper Abigail back to the lobby and towards the front door. Brad was sitting on the bumper of a squad car. He was in handcuffs! Chrissy pushed through the door and felt the immediate chill of a cold day. He rushed towards Brad but stopped when a male police officer got in his way.

Trooper Abigail yelled, “Hey, Simmons! Let this young lady say goodbye to her boyfriend. I’m going to give her mom a call, then drive her home.”

The male officer nodded towards Trooper Abigail and stood aside.

Chrissy noticed, however, that the officer's gaze caught on his sticky face and matted hair. The officer shot him a knowing, somewhat lustful smirk. He must have suspected what Chrissy and Brad had gotten up to in the bathroom! Ignoring him, Chrissy approached his boyfriend and wrapped him in a big hug. Brad had two police officers flanking him, but they looked positively tiny compared to him.

Brad chuckled, his deep voice rich and inviting. “Hey there, baby! Looks like I’m going away for the night. Totally worth it.”

Chrissy shook his head while pressed against Brad’s hard chest. He spoke in a muffled squeak, “No! You, like, need to come home with me, okay?”

Brad sighed and spoke down to him, “I’m sorry, babe, doesn’t look like that’s in the cards. But hey, I’ll probably be out tomorrow, and those shit-head rapists will be in the hospital for weeks. We’ll see if they mess with another girl after this.”

Chrissy giggled into Brad’s chest and looked up. They locked eyes and smiled at each other for a short time before Chrissy lifted himself on his heels and pressed his lips against Brad's. Brad’s lips were thin and surrounded by pokey scruff, while Chrissy’s were supple, smooth, and soft. Brad’s masculine scent filled Chrissy’s nose, and he breathed it in deeply. Brad bit Chrissy’s lower lip, sending a surge of arousal between his legs.

Brad pulled away suddenly and laughed.

Chrissy put his hands on his hips and asked angrily, “Um. What’s so funny, mister?”

They’d been sharing a romantic moment, and he ruined it!

Brad answered, “I’m so sorry, baby, but you’re still covered in my jizz, and it’s hilarious how sticky your face is. I can’t take you seriously!”

The two officers flanking Brad looked down at Chrissy and stifled their laughter. Chrissy gasped and strutted away, embarrassed beyond belief.

Chrissy scoffed and chirped over his shoulder, “If you, like, think you’re getting head for the next month, think again!”

His ass bounced, his heels clicked, and his hips rocked while he moved towards Trooper Abigail. He could sense both officers and Brad watching as he went. Everyone was aware that Chrissy’s anger wasn’t genuine, and he knew Brad was just messing around with him. He was embarrassed, sure, but he couldn’t muster enough negative feelings about Brad to be truly angry at him. His boyfriend was a strong, sexy, manly, meaty, yummy, hung, kissable, musky, protective, hilarious asshole!

Brad yelled between bouts of snickering, “Wait! Chrissy, baby, I didn’t mean it! What I meant to say was, It’s definitely NOT funny how—” His voice got extremely loud: “MY SEMEN IS ALL OVER YOUR FACE BECAUSE YOU SUCKED MY COCK!”

Chrissy playfully stamped his heeled feet and paused to flip Brad the bird while speaking with as much mock sweetness as he could muster, “Have fun in, like, jail or whatever, baby!”

All eyes were on Chrissy during the exchange, and he could feel silent judgment from a handful of onlookers. To them, Chrissy was just some random slut in a relationship with an aggressive meathead. However, as he walked away from Brad, the sarcasm, back-and-forth quips, and the faux outrage faded and were replaced by genuine sadness.

He took one last look as Brad was loaded into the patrol vehicle. Brad was a little too big, so he had to squeeze and contort his body uncomfortably. Once seated, he glanced out the window and exchanged a somber smile with Chrissy before sticking his tongue out like a bratty kid. Chrissy felt his emotions rising but giggled and stuck his own tongue out in response. The vehicle then pulled away.

Chrissy sniffled and flicked a tear from the corner of his eye. He hated to see Brad going away because he wasn’t strong enough to defend himself. He approached Trooper Abigail, who was facing away and appeared to be on her cell phone. Chrissy overheard part of the conversation.

Trooper Abigail spoke calmly into her cell phone, “She’s responding as well as anybody could expect given the circumstances. You raised a tough girl, Mrs. Valentine.”

Hearing him approach, Trooper Abigail craned her neck to look and nodded in acknowledgment to Chrissy before speaking into the phone, “She’s here, ma’am. I’ll be home in a few minutes. I just wanted you to know what was going on as her mother. Yes, you too, Mrs. Valentine. Take care.”

With that, she hung up the cell and placed it back in her pocket.

“Are you ready to go, young lady?” She asked.

Chrissy nodded, and they headed to Trooper Abigail’s nearby patrol car. Chrissy sat in the front seat and pressed his legs together tightly. He felt the tampon occupying space inside of him and squirmed uncomfortably. They cleared the scene and began the short drive back to Chrissy’s house.

He asked quietly, “What, um, did my...mom say?”

Trooper Abigail exhaled loudly and responded, “Well, she was pretty upset at first, but I told her what happened, and she softened quite a bit. She’s anxious to see you, that’s for sure. It sounds like she cares about you a lot.”

Chrissy laid his head against the window and muttered, “Uh-huh.”

Chrissy’s gears turned. What was Miss Valentine playing at? Was he about to come home to an ass beating? He remembered several weeks ago when Miss Valentine pushed him around his bedroom. Things were MUCH different now, and Chrissy didn’t feel confident he could overpower her any longer.

His thoughts then turned to Brad on his way to jail. Chrissy reassured himself and smiled. He had nothing to worry about! Brad would probably be running the place by the morning. There was nobody in there that would DARE get in his way!

Trooper Abigail pulled into the driveway and passed Brad’s Jeep and Miss Valentine’s Escalade.

Chrissy hopped out, and Trooper Abigail yelled through the open door, “Good luck, Miss Evans; please be safe. Don’t worry, your boyfriend should be out soon.”

Chrissy waved goodbye to the trooper and approached his front door holding his purse. He pulled the door open and was immediately met by a strong, familiar, floral odor and Miss Valentine.

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