But would the cops listen to me? I mean,they say they do this crap because I'm a sissy, and considering I'mcurrently wearing a dress, the cops may thi...k they have a point." Not our local police. I know the sheriff. If I bring you in, she'lllisten. Trouble is, she's off today, if I remember right. And I don't knowher deputies well enough to know what they would say." So that's a no-go then." Well ... not necessarily. You could hang around here for the day, and wecould go in the morning when. "Anything," she answered softly."Would you..." I asked, pausing for effect, " ... study?"Then I broke into a grin.She looked shocked for a bit then broke out laughing."I guess that would be the right way to go about getting a good grade, wouldn't it?" she asked with a chuckle.We had a good chuckle at that then went on to study algebra for a bit. With the one-on-one help, she was able to better understand what we were talking about and could do the work very well by the end of an hour. It was all too much. My urethra, my ass, both were stinging and hurting and contracting. "Be a good sport now." He said. I could hear his smile. I took another deep breath and bore down like I was trying to push the object out. "That is good, keep doing that. Just a little more to go.' He was encouraging me. I loved that. I pressed against it again, this time in went all the in to the hilt. I moaned so loud and so deep that I almost came. "Just hang on, just a minute or two more." he persisted.. I tug on apair of skinny jeans and top it off with a dress shirt that is a size toobig, a gift from an ex. Leaving it untucked with the cuffs undone I feelit presents a nice androgynous look, almost like a woman wearing herhusband's shirt. No socks and a pair of women's penny loafers. Him thisis the new andro male me I guess. Out the door I go to a meeting with alawyer that will change my life for a short time, at least that is what Ithought.Two months later it is New Year's Eve, and I am.