By the time Tracey had put on her wig only her toes and what she hadbetween her legs looked masculine. So I had her tape up her penis betweenher legs...and put on her panties and fishnet pantyhose.I said, "Let's play mistress and servant."I brought out a French maids uniform I had bought myself and zipped herinto it. Although I was dressing her, normally the maid's role, theMaid's uniform she was now wearing made clear who the servant was going tobe.I had her wearing her knee length boots and. I looked around and realized that basically everyone in the common areas was mine. I chuckled and took the lady detective’s hand as I walked toward the dispatch room.Before anyone could stop me, I opened the door and walked down the aisle, kissing each police dispatcher as quickly as their heads turned to face me. All but two were female, including the boss, out of eight of them. I looked at the roster, compared their names to their faces, and compiled a list of which dispatchers were now my. "In your truck, you've got to be kidding Tim? You can't stay out there in the cold." No really it's alright; I've got my roll in the shell, besides that's what I normally do. I don't have the money to waste on motels, even one as bad as this one."Maggie had a change of heart. She just couldn't ask the man who had rescued her from the rain-drenched road to sleep in the back of a freezing cold truck. "Look Tim, the room has two beds so why not help yourself to one and at least you'll be a little. It was just then that her husband came out of the bathroom.'Gladys!' he exclaimed.' For heaven's sake, comb your hair and put your teeth in ... You look like an asshole.'Police Report!!!!!Husband:My wife is missing. She went shopping yesterday and has not come home...Sergeant at Police Station:What is her height?Husband:Gee, I'm not sure. A little over five-feet tall.Sergeant:Weight?Husband:Don't know. Not slim, not really fat.Sergeant:Color of eyes?Husband:Sort of brown I think. Never really.