Transvestia

I had been surprised in going to my friend's place that this road which had been used during the afternoon had barriers across it. So seeing no traffic on it and an inviting place to get through on the sidewalk, I en- tered the boomed-off zone. It was past midnight and all was quiet as I mounted the bicycle again. I kept my eyes skinned of course for any sign of the law and had hardly got on when I saw the all too familiar blue uniform of a member of the local constabulary.

I dismounted quickly and pushed the cycle by the side of me just as if I had been doing that all along. Had he seen me pedaling the cycle at most twenty-five yards which I had ridden before I got off? That was the question uppermost in my mind as he approached. I could hardly turn around and go back, no that was impos- sible, so I proceeded as though he had not seen me, and tried to look innocent. I don't know to this day if I was successful in this matter, but I do know that he looked at me as he now was drawing quite near. This of course was not surprising as the street was otherwise deserted. Would he ask me anything? I hoped not, I sincerely hoped not because you see I was suffering from a small cough, and this...well this is just a thing you can't pitch like a voice. It was impossible to make a spontaneous reaction to the cold night air anything other than a muffled "GWUFF". Feminize it? How could I? I had tried many times before and such a thing had been impossible. Quite impossible, as femi- nine however, as my exterior seemed, my innards (as far as my throat was concerned) were definitely mascu- line. The cough had the last word about that. And am sure always will with anybody's body....if it is not feminine.

By now the policeman was almost up to me, he smiled as he saw my face. I cast my eyes down a bit and tried to blush but could not. I felt not really siliy but somewhat useless. He didn't say a word just gave a sort of half hearted salute as he passed.

I could hardly believe my luck. I started to sigh and as I drew in my breath to do so the cold night air tickled my throat, and....yes you guessed it.....I coughed an unmistakeable masculine cough.