Tango Golf, Cop with a Difference!  

    ã2004 Tanya J. Allan

 

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Synopsis.

 

 “Tango – Golf”

Cop with a difference

 

By

 

Tanya Jane Allan

 

2.

 

 

 

 

Somehow, my personality changed and I was more relaxed and outgoing.  Both parents noticed it and so Mom had a strict talk with me about boys.

“I spoke to Melanie when she was your age, and I never imagined that I would have to speak to you.  But you do look like the pretty girl that you so obviously are, so you must realise that boys will find you attractive.  You just have to smile at them, and they won’t leave you alone, and in your case you must be ever so careful, particularly with older boys who have expectations of sexual favours.”

I stared at Mom, I had never thought about sex.  I was a girl, and all my thoughts had been directed to my inward struggles.  Yet, as she talked to me, I realised that I saw boys in a different way now.  Before they were like me, but not like me.  They were things to be avoided, because they would tease me, call me names or beat me up.

Now I saw them as admirers or even worse as objects of desire.  Girls had always been potential friends or rivals, but never objects of attraction for me.

“Sherri, are you listening?”

“Yes Mom.  I guess, I hadn’t thought about it much, what with all the changes and all.”

“Well, you need to think about it now.  I fully expect you will find a boy will want to become your boyfriend, and that is fine, as long as you state clearly the ground rules, and do not try to run before you have any legs.  If you get what I mean?”

I went red.  I had not thought of myself as a sexually active girl, and now I began to, and I liked the idea.  I was only too well aware of my shortcomings.

“Mom, I don’t want to get outed as what I am, and I promise I will be careful.”

“I hope so, because you really are very pretty, and boys do like pretty girls.  As you develop and fill out, you will become more attractive, and more sexually attractive at that. Just be careful, okay?”

“Okay.”

 

The days passed, and the hormones started working.  I began to grow breasts, and inherited Melanie’s training bra for real.  In fact my breasts were as big as, if not bigger than Carrie’s, and we would often compare our chests.

Peejay seemed to ‘just happen’ to be riding past my house rather a lot, and we would ‘just happen’ to ‘bump’ into each other at the youth club next to the NATEX Stores on base or in town.

I found I liked him and he was not as pushy as other boys, like Mikey and some of the others.  Mom came to realise that he was a frequent visitor, and used to ask him in as he loitered outside the house.

He started being invited for snack lunches, and then one day Melanie vocalised the truth.

“Sherri has a boyfriend,” she announced at supper.

“I have not.”

“Do too.  That Peejay is always hanging around you.”

“He is just a friend.”

“Sherri has a boyfriend. Sherri has a boyfriend.”

“Quiet the pair of you,” said Dad.

“What about Tim Lewis?” I said, and shut up as Dad just looked at me.

He looked at Mom, and raised an eyebrow.

She nodded, and he rolled his eyes.

“Honey, she is a pretty girl, it is natural.”

He looked at me.

“Do you know what the hell you are doing?” he asked.

“Yeah, being me,” I said, and he smiled.

“Just be careful.”

“Sure.”

He turned to Melanie.

“So who is this Tim guy?”

Melanie looked daggers at me, and I giggled.

“He’s just a friend,” she said, which set me off into a fit of the giggles.

“Girls. Enough!” said Mom.

Melanie looked at me and smiled.  We were quits now.

We finished supper and cleared away the dishes.  I looked out of the window and saw Peejay on his bike. I waved and he came over and rang the bell.  I was going to the door, but Dad got there first.

“Hello sir. Is Sherri there?” I heard Peejay ask.

“Sure, come in, son.  You’ll be Peejay?”

“Yes sir,” said Peejay, somewhat nervous.

I walked in, and Peejay smiled at me.  Dad was watching and he rolled his eyes again.

“Hi Peejay.”

“Hi Sherri.  Do you fancy going for a bike ride, it is a real warm evening?”

“Sure, can I Dad?” I asked.

He looked at me, and then at Peejay.

“Sure, but don’t go too far, and take care.”

“I will, thanks.  I’ll go get my bike,” I said, and rushed round to the garage.

“You take care of her,” I heard Dad say to Peejay.

“I will sir. She is special.”

“She is certainly that.”

I went bright red, and Melanie shook her head.

We cycled round the base, and down a lane towards the nearest village.  There was a café there where we would often go for sodas and Coke floats.  They made some real neat pastries, and we went there tonight.

We leant the bikes against the tree and sat at an outdoor table.  It was a warm evening and lots of people were about.

We ordered some sodas and sat watching the world go by.

“Sherri?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“No, have you?”

He laughed, and shook his head.

“I’ve not had a girlfriend either,” he said.

He was very quiet, and I figured what he was trying to say.

“You look very pretty tonight.”

I smiled.

“Just tonight, is this a sudden thing, or what?” I asked.

He laughed again.

“No, you are always pretty, but tonight in particular.”

“You look the same as you always do.  Cute,” I said, and he went bright red.

“Cute?” he asked.

“Yeah, when you smile, your eyes go all scrunchie, and it looks cute.”

He looked at me.

“Sherri, will you go out with me?”

“I thought I had, or is this not a date?”

He smiled.

“You know what I mean.  Will you be my girl?”

My heart was thumping, and those squirley feelings came back into my tummy.

“Yes, if you want me to be.”

“I want you to be,” he said.

“Cool, then that’s decided. You can relax now,” I said, and he rewarded me with one of his special smiles.

“See, that is cute,” I said, and he laughed.

“Don’t you take anything seriously?”

“Yeah, lots of things, but I sometimes can’t help sounding as if I don’t.  So believe me I am flattered you like me enough.  But, no sex until marriage,” I said, and he laughed again. We finished the sodas and went for a walk.  He took my hand, and it felt really nice.  He gave it a squeeze, which I returned, and we just walked without saying anything.

We returned to the bikes, and cycled slowly back to the base.  He pulled up just after we entered the gate, and we walked pushing the bikes. He stopped and I looked at him.

“Have you ever been kissed?”

“You mean by a boy and not by a relative at Christmas?”

“Yeah, by a boy?”

I shook my head.

“You?”

“No, but I want to kiss you,” he said.

“It could be interesting,” I said, and smiled.

We pushed the bikes under the trees and put them on the ground.  He stood in front of me, and was looking very unsure of himself.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine, and then was gone.

“What the hell was that?” I asked.

He smiled.

“I don’t know, just getting the range, I guess.”

I put my arms around his neck, and pulled him down towards me.

“Well, now you have the range, you had better do better than that.”

He slowly bent towards me, and I felt his hands grasp my waist.  Our lips met, and I opened my mouth as he slowly let his tongue slip into it.  I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and his arms slipped round to my back, and one hand went down and grasped a buttock.

The kiss was fantastic, and I felt all kinds of things stirring where they shouldn’t have been.  I broke away.

He looked hurt.

“That was amazing, but too much of a good thing may not be good for us,” I said.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it.  Can I try again?”

I let him and it was even better than before.  I was a little more prepared and still felt all wobbly in the legs.  This time I felt him becoming aroused in the trouser department, and as I rubbed myself against him, he was the one to break away.

“Okay, we done kissing.  What’s next?” I said, and he looked so terrified that I couldn’t help laughing.

“Don’t worry, kissing is fine.  We’d better go home before Dad lets the dogs out,” I said.

“He does what?” he asked, fear in his eyes.

“I’m joking, Peejay. Really, Daddy is fine.  Just don’t get me pregnant.”

Poor Peejay, he no longer knew when I was joking and when I wasn’t.

We made our way to my home, and he kissed me goodnight.  I went in, feeling on top of the world, to find Dad waiting for me.

“We need to have a chat, young lady,” he said.

My heart sank, and I must have looked terrified.  Dad smiled a little.

“Don’t look like that.  I just want to tell you that if you kiss a date, do it away from where the Police post can see.  You’d been there only two minutes before one of my guys phoned to ask whether I knew you were making out with a boy in the trees.”

“Oh.”

“This is a small community, and word gets round very fast.  At least I am glad you were both dressed and standing up.”

“Oh.”

“Sherri, just be careful, and remember your promise to me.”

“I will Dad, to both.”

“Good, now go and put your bike away.”

Peejay started to spend more and more time around my house after that, and Dad even got him to help with chores that Will managed to evade.

Melanie didn’t tease me, as Tim Lewis was also in evidence, so we quietly compared notes.  Will was off with his friends, and we rarely saw him.

It was the best time of my life so far, and in the ten weeks, I was surprised how much my body changed.  I went back to see Dr Brunner, and he took some time examining me, and some of that was rectal, which I did not really enjoy that much.

Mom was worried as I had developed far more than she was expecting.  There was no way I could ever be mistaken for a boy now, as my breasts were almost as large as Melanie’s.

Dr Brunner was not so concerned about me, and he took some blood and smiled to reassure us both.  Not that I needed reassurance, I was as happy as a pig in shit.  I couldn’t wait for the full surgery.

“How do you feel about yourself?” he asked me.

“I’m really happy.  I’d be happier if I was complete, but I accept that that won’t happen for a while.”

“No regrets, you are almost past the point of no return?”

“None.  I wouldn’t go back now, even if you paid me,” I said, and he smiled.

Turning to my mother, he asked her a few questions.

“How does she appear to you?”

“Fine, I have almost forgotten that she was a boy.  She has changed and is a much more outgoing and cheerful person now.  It is like a switch has been turned, and she is the exact opposite of what she used to be like,” Mom said.

I smiled.

“Does she appear well adjusted to being a girl?”

“Totally.  As I said, it is as if she has always been a girl.”

He asked some more questions of her and then turned back to me.

“Sherri, on the subject of boys.  What do you think of them?”

I went bright red, and my mother chuckled.

“Doctor, do you mean all boys generally, or one in particular?” she asked.

The doctor looked surprised, and raised an eyebrow.

“Is there a boyfriend, already?”

I squirmed under his gaze, and felt very embarrassed.

“Mom,” I said.

“There is this one boy, he is very nice, and he is very sweet on Sherri, and I think Sherri may well feel the same about him,” she said.

“Mom.  This is so un-cool.  Peejay is a friend, who just happens to be a boy.”

The doctor seemed amused.

“Doctor, Peejay is a nice boy, and I don’t want to embarrass Sherri, but they are a bit more than friends.”

“Mom.”

“So, this is nothing to be ashamed of.  It is good that you have no problems with relationships with boys.  So often there is gender confusion, and also sexual preference confusion as well.  How do you get on with other girls?”

“Girls?  I get on fine with other girls.  I don’t know that many, as there aren’t a lot my age on the base, but there’s Carrie, and a couple of Mel’s friends. Why?”

“What I am getting at, are you attracted to boys in a sexual sense, or girls?”

“What? You want to know if I am gay?  I’m not a lesbian, if that is what you are after.”

He laughed, and made some notes on his form.

“That is fine.  So this boy, you like him, yes?”

I looked at Mom, and she stayed silent.

“Yeah, I like him.”

“Tell me why do you like him?”

“He has a nice smile, and he makes me laugh.  He is good looking and, I don’t know, he’s cool to be with, I guess.”

“Do you like being with him alone, or with other kids?”

“Either.  No, I like being with him alone more, as he is quite quiet, so I get to talk with him when we are alone.”

“Do you spend much time with him?”

“A bit. I guess.”

“They are together for most waking hours.” said Mom.

“Mom. That is so unfair.”

“Is it?” asked the doctor.

I thought about it and smiled.

“Well, maybe not that unfair.  We do spend time apart.”

“When you are asleep, and I’m sure that would change if you could.”

I just stared at her, and the doctor smiled.  I felt really awful, what he must have thought?

“One more question, does he know the truth?”

“Peejay? No way. I couldn’t, I mean if he knew, he’d dump me so fast.”

“Dump you?  You mean you are his girlfriend?”

I went red again.

“Yeah, I guess so, if you put it like that.”

“Will you tell him?”

“I don’t know.  If when I’m older, and he still feels the same, then I will have to.”

“Why?”

“I won’t keep something like that a secret.  I wouldn’t keep a lie between us.”

“Not telling him is not a lie.”

“Maybe not, but I would not want to keep something like that a secret.  I would have to be honest.”

“Even if that meant you lost him?”

“If he loves me, yes, because he must know who he loves.”

The doctor nodded, and looked very serious.

“You are a very grown-up girl,” he remarked.

The nurse came in and handed him a piece of paper.  They spoke in rapid German for a while, and I caught the odd word.

“Sherri, I want to examine your abdomen again, just take off your top, please.”

He poked and prodded, and found a couple of tender areas. I must have looked worried and he smiled.

“Do not look so sad, it is just your blood test is a little strange.  Your female hormone levels are too high.”

“Is that dangerous, doctor?” my mother asked.

“Not necessarily, but it may damage the male organs that we intend to remove.  It may necessitate an earlier surgery, but the main concern is knowing why.”

“What could cause it?” she asked.

“Technically, there are only two ways for her to have female hormones, one, from the implant and any tablets or injections.  Two, from the body itself.  Now everyone produces the hormones, but males do not have ovaries, and so only produce minute quantities.  Females who have yet to mature, do not produce much, but when puberty hits the ovaries start producing the hormones necessary to change the body, and then it can go on to do the job intended.”

“To have babies, right?” I said.

“Exactly.  But your levels are too high, even though you have an implant.  You haven’t been taking any extra?”

“Where would I get it from?  No, I don’t need to, do I?” I said.

“No, you don’t.”

“So, what does this mean?” Mom asked, frowning.

“I am not absolutely certain, but I believe that somehow Sherri is producing hormones on her own.”

“How can she, I mean she is, no, was a boy?”

“Well, at a guess, I’d say that she was not so much a boy as you all thought, and inside might be some girl stuff.”

“How do we find out?”

“I will have to go in and have a look.  I know this is unplanned, but there are serious implications.  If she is producing hormones, and she has some female glands, then we need to ensure that there is no conflict with what is already there.”

“When?” Mom asked the question I wanted to ask.

“She will have to stay in, and I will operate tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.  That soon?”

“Yes, it may be nothing, but we may have to be ready to do some serious surgery.  I have a specialist coming from Hamburg who is very experienced in this field.  She will help me.”

“I thought you are a specialist?”

“I am, but this is very unusual, and she has experience of the unusual.”

I started to get worried, as I didn’t want to be ill.  And I didn’t want anything to put me back to the way I was.

The doctor sensed my disquiet.

“Do not worry, at worst, there will be no change, at best, you may just get SRS a little earlier than you thought.” he said.

“I thought she is too young?” Mom asked.

“She is, so even if we took away the unnecessary male organs, we may not be able to completely construct everything she will need.  She is at that awkward age, but it really depends on whether we find anything, and what it is.  I can make no promises.”

I was taken to a room, the US Forces were paying, and so I got a room to myself.  Mom disappeared and brought me a nightdress, some wash stuff and a couple of books and magazines.  She called Dad and told him the news.

“Mom, what does this mean?” I asked.

“I don’t know, Honey.  It could be that inside you there is a girl trying to get out.”

“Will I be okay?”

“Sure.  The doctor seems confident you will be fine.”

She stayed with me for a while, and then she had to get back for the family.  Dad appeared at about nine o’clock in the evening.

“Hi Squirt,” he said.

“Hello Daddy.” said his subdued daughter.

“Hey, you’ll be fine.  So don’t worry.”

I tried to smile.

“Peejay came over asking for you.”

“Oh no, what did you tell him?”

“Just that you had women’s problems and needed a small exploratory operation.  He was cool.”

I worried about what he was thinking, and whether he would want to know me after this.

“Sherri, really, he was fine, he will come over tomorrow, and if you want, I’ll bring him in to see you.”

“No. He might find out.”

“Sherri, just be cool, we will say you had some plumbing problems and it is getting sorted.  You can tell him what you like, when you like.  The doctor knows as do all the staff, and they won’t say anything.”

I was still uneasy, but he chatted away about his job and made me feel better.

“Daddy?”

“What?”

“Will this stop me from being a cop?”

He smiled.

“So, even now, you still want to be a cop?”

“Yeah, will it?”

“I don’t know Honey, a few years ago it would have done, but these days, who knows?  If you have what it takes, you should do fine.”

I had been given a light meal at about four, and told that I couldn’t have anything else until the operation.  Daddy left when it was about eleven o’clock, and I tried to sleep.

 

I awoke at seven in the morning as a nurse came and took my temperature and blood pressure.  I then had to change into a theatre gown, and no sooner than I had done that Dr Brunner and another lady doctor came in.

“Morning Sherri.  How are you today?”

“Nervous,” I said.

He smiled.

“You have nothing to worry about, you are in good hands.  This is my colleague, Dr Helen Vroeker.  She has dealt with several similar cases.”

I smiled at the lady, who was about forty, and quite attractive.

She spoke to Dr Brunner in German.

”She says you don’t look like the usual SRS case, you are too pretty.”

I smiled, as these sorts of compliments I could handle.

There were some questions and needles were put in my wrists, and I was wheeled down to the theatre.  Within a few moments I was given an injection, and the world faded and went very black.