Marsha Under Cover (part 1)
How does a straight man deal with a truly beautiful cross-dresser, even when he knows her secret? I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I'm Bill, a police detective in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Marty, my partner has worked with me for over 20 years. We're kind of like an old married couple – both of us are bachelor's, not that we haven't tried. I've known many women over the years, but the relationships never last.
At first they like my being a cop – it's kind of macho, but soon they start to worry that I'll get shot or knifed. Grand Rapids is a relatively safe city – not like Detroit, New York or Los Angeles, where people are getting killed every day, but just the same, police work is inherently more dangerous than being an accountant.
But the thing that always seems to end the relationship is working hours – often long and very irregular. I can't tell you just how many dates I missed because I had to work a stake-out. No amount of apologies will suffice when it just keeps on happening.
So Marty and I are like an old married couple – pretty comfortable with each other – we can almost finish each other's sentences, and, like most old married couples – no sex! Not that I wanted to have sex with Marty – I'm completely straight and as far as I know he is too.
While we worked together well, the work had become a little routine – there isn't a lot of excitement here. Both Marty and I had told our lieutenant that we would like to be considered for an exchange program, allowing us to work for a time where there was more action. Nothing seemed to be happening, so we were both surprised when we were called in one day made an offer to participate in a Federal Organized Crime Task Force. Now that sounded like some REAL action.
We both jumped at the chance. We were told that a Federal Agent would come interview us, and if we both passed, we could start immediately. "Both passed?" I asked.
"Yes," replied the lieutenant, "they are looking for experienced partners who work well together – partners who can absolutely depend on each other."
I knew that Marty and I would qualify on that count, but who knows what other requirements we would have to meet.
The next day Agent Rita Sanders came to interview us. She interviewed me first and it seemed to be going well. She explained that much of our work would require that we go undercover, often disguised, always with assumed identities. Then she caught me totally by surprise when she asked, "Would you be willing to assume the identity of a woman?"
"I'd make a pretty homely woman," I said, "why don't you just use a real woman?"
"There are very few women in law enforcement who have been paired with a male partner successfully for as long as you and Marty have worked together."
That made sense, and I've "taken one for the team" before, but this was pretty extreme. Before I answered, she continued, "I take it you aren't very pleased with that prospect."
I agreed, and she told me that the first few assignments would require a married couple, so one of us would have to be a woman. "Would you be able to handle working with Marty if he assumed a woman's role?" she asked.
"No problem," I responded, without even thinking. I really wanted this job, and as long as I didn't have to go in drag, I'd deal with Marty in drag.
I thought I may have passed the interview because she went on to interview Marty. I waited at my desk for Marty's return. His interview seemed to take longer than mine. Marty and Agent Sanders returned and she said she would give us her decision in the morning. Marty and I went out for a couple of beers – unsure if to celebrate or lament.
I was dying to ask Marty how he felt about the woman question. "When she asked me if I would be a woman I asked if there was any choice, and she said you could be," Marty replied, "but I said you would be one really ugly woman!"
We both had a good laugh about that and I responded, "I said something similar, but maybe 'ugly' is a bit harsh."
"Have you ever dressed as a woman before?" I asked.
Marty nearly choked on his beer, and said, "Hell no! Do you think I'm some sort of pervert?"
I chuckled and slapped him on the back, and said, "I'm sure you will fem up better than I would, but it's going to be really strange working with you that way!"
"I think it is going to be more of an adjustment for me than for you!" said Marty.
I agreed, and counted my blessings. I had a new respect for my friend, who was sacrificing so much so we could get this assignment.
The next morning Agent Sanders was waiting for us in the lieutenant's office. She said, "Congratulations, you've been selected for the job."
The lieutenant then added, "For the next week you will work out of this office and be briefed on your new assignment. Marty will also begin training for his new persona."
We spent the next four hours with Agent Sanders, who explained that we would be going to Las Vegas and staying at one of the Casino hotels. Our assignment was to dig into a money laundering operation, while posing as a couple on vacation.
A woman arrived and led Marty away while I stayed with Agent Sanders for further briefing. We worked into the evening. Agent sanders gave me the address of a restaurant where I was to meet Marty. "I hope you know how to treat a lady," she said, smiling, and then departed.
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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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