Cop Town Girl Ch. 02

Chapter Two - Balwyn

Balwyn PD had 1200 police officers and about five hundred civilian staff on the payroll. The PD recruited thirty police cadets every three months with the expectation that not all of them would graduate; some of them would either fail the course or drop out of the Balwyn Police Academy before graduation.

The Department recruited just enough minorities to meet the mandated quotas. At the policy academy there was an unauthorised but strictly enforced pecking order. White Anglo males were at the top, then minority males, then white females, followed by minority females, then gays of both genders, and finally the first and only transgendered female recruit, Penelope.

The academy ingrained into the cadets the misogyny, racial bigotry, sexuality bias and transgender hatred that was rampant in the PD. Penelope was singled out for mistreatment from the start, but she expected nothing else.

The cadets were measured for their uniforms on the first day after completing their final physical exam. Penelope was examined by a male doctor but knew not to complain. It was made quite clear that those who complained would be viewed as weak and unable to stick up for themselves, but to be fair the examination was quite perfunctory.

There were two dormitories at the Academy, one male and one female but Penelope was given her own room. She was told this was for her own safety and protection as she obviously couldn't bunk with the males and some of the female cadets baulked at having a transgender sleeping in the same room and using the same facilities as them. What to some might seem a luxury only engendered jealousy because she had her own room and ensuite. The other cadets, none of whom had actually complained about her bunking in the female dorm, thought she was receiving preferential treatment.

A male and a female officer from the PD were seconded to show the recruits how to wear their uniforms. The PD had hardly changed the uniform since the 1970s and although there was a lot of tradition and sentimentality attached to it, it was outdated and uncomfortable. Women were still required to wear skirts and hosiery unless they were actually on the beat; jackets could only be relaxed at the behest of the senior officer.

Having completed being fitted for their uniforms the cadets mustered for indoctrination. The rules and regulations were explained. There was to be no fraternisation between the cadets or with the instructors. The syllabus was explained in detail as were the pass and fail grades for each subject. The cadets would have no leave for the first month of their training and after that a strict curfew applied; cadets had to be back in the barracks and turned in by 2100 each night. Sunday was the only day off; by working six days a week the basic training could be truncated to twelve weeks.

The quota system was never mentioned but the minorities knew that a certain number of them had to pass and it was obvious that Penelope was a shoo-in being the only transgender. She would have to do something particularly appalling to fail; this made her even more unpopular.

Tickets were issued for transgressions depending on the severity of the misdemeanour; if a cadet acquired more than fifty tickets, it was instant dismissal.

"Ok, enough bullshit. Go and change into your uniforms and form up on the ready line," Sargent Leonard Barkly yelled at the new intake.

Penelope went back to her room and found her new uniforms folded on the bed. The cadets had been advised that the uniforms issued to them at the Academy came off the shelf but once they graduated they could pay to have them tailored. Thankfully women could wear pants at the Academy during instruction but had to change into skirts prior to dinner.

The female officer had advised the women to wear pantyhose under their uniform slacks because they were itchy and often chafed. They could have them lined and altered after graduation.

Penelope slipped into a pair of black pantyhose and pulled on a pair of tight, full-cut, granny-panties over them. She had tucked and taped right after her medical exam. It was immediately apparent that the uniforms she had been issued were nowhere near her size; the pants were two sizes too large and the cuffs dragged on the floor. She gathered the excess material at her waist and tightened her belt to hold it in place. Her blouse too was too big and the sleeve-cuffs hung over her fingers.

At least her shoes fit. She put on her tie and tried to make the uniform look as presentable as possible but she looked like a blue chaff bag tied in the middle. There had obviously been a mistake; this was not the uniform she had tried on at the clothing store.

She looked at her watch and not wanting to be late she snatched up her cap and sprinted down the corridor and out onto the parade ground and lined up on the ready line. Looking around it was obvious that the women and minorities had been issued uniforms that didn't fit them very well but none were as bad as hers.

"Jesus Bishop you look like a bag of shit tied in the middle!" Sargent Barkly was so close to her that when he yelled his spit spattered her face.

He threw a yellow ticket at her which bounced off her chest and fell to the ground.

"Pick that up Bishop!" he screamed.

"I think there has been a mistake. I haven't been issued the right uniforms Sargent," Penelope tried to explain.

Another ticket bounced of her chest.

Leonard Barkly stepped back and addressed the assembled cadets.

"Has anyone else got a problem with the uniforms they were issued with?" he growled and scrutinised the lined out cadets, his eyes blazing.

"First rule. Don't blame anyone else for your own mistakes. Bishop here obviously fucked up when she got measured up and tried on her uniforms and now she's trying to blame the quartermaster Sargent for her error," Barkly's face looked like it might explode.

"Pick up those tickets Bishop then get back in line," the Sargent turned his back on the squad of cadets.

"Uniforms may be exchanged once a week on Friday mornings only; you'll have to make do with what you've got until then. Get it!" he spun around and addressed the assembly.

"Sir! Yes sir!" the cadets called out in chorus.

"Now because Bishop here doesn't like her police blues; why don't we all get changed into our PT gear and go for a five mile run and then hit the obstacle course. Move!"

"Fuck you Bishop!" someone muttered as the cadets ran back to the dorms to change into their PT gear.

PT rig was also provided as uniform; shorts, t-shirt, sweat-pants and track top. Cadets provided their own athletic footwear and were allowed to wear spandex bike shorts or leggings, which was just as well because Penelope's shorts and t-shirt were a size too small. At least the spandex helped keep her tuck in place.

PT became competitive as did most subjects at the Academy and Penelope's athletic ability became an asset. She and a black female cadet, Cindy Huxtable, became friendly competitors and helped out some of the less athletically prowess cadets.

Penelope was able to execute some running repairs on her uniforms using a stapler and some pins later in the day and that night she sat up until three in the morning painstakingly adjusting the ill-fitting uniforms by hand with just a needle and thread and a pair of stationery scissors. She did such a good job that several other cadets asked her to fix up their uniforms too. The cadets were relieved when Friday finally arrived and miraculously the quartermaster Sargent found the uniforms that should have been issued to them in the first place.

Penelope was still far from popular however, and every morning she woke up to find a pornographic drawing stuck to the door of her room, usually in the form of a trans woman sporting a huge erect penis or engaging in an obscene act. She would be ticketed for openly displaying pornography if she didn't get the drawing off her door before the instructors saw it even though it obviously wasn't her work.

She would often find that her bed had been ransacked, another ticketing offence, and once she came back to her dorm to find the toilet blocked with toilet paper on top of which someone had taken a huge dump.

Penelope excelled at marksmanship, a talent she didn't know she had, but she had to endure the firearms instructor pressing his erection against her whilst adjusting her stance which he found necessary to do almost constantly. Her legal studies also helped her pass the long and laborious penal code instruction and she and another girl who had been a paralegal before joining the police offered assistance to the other cadets. But try as she might to integrate and assimilate with the others she was ostracised. The other cadets formed cliques along race and gender lines but she was unique and left on the fringe, uninvited to participate in group social activities. She even sat on her own during meal breaks.

What she didn't realise was that the other cadets had been threatened that they would be ticketed if they offered her friendship or assistance; extra privileges would be granted to those who actively hazed her. After all, why should they care, the tranny was guaranteed a pass even if she flunked every subject. Even with the quota system in place the other cadets needed to remain competitive to graduate.

Penelope's hazing was all part of Police Chief Daniel Balfour's plan to harass her out of the Police Department; he could still meet his diversity quota if she resigned because he would still grant her an administrative pass.

But he was not prepared for Penelope's resilience and fortitude; the more that was thrown at her the more it hardened her. It was having the opposite effect to what Chief Balfour wanted; it was making Penelope into a hard-ass cop.

She was ticketed every day repeatedly; Sargent Barkly would stomp on her highly-polished shoes at morning inspection and ticket her, her room would be tossed in her absence and he would ticket her, and she would be ticketed for fabricated breaches of the rules and regulations.

Not all instruction was related to protecting and serving; there were other subjects to be mastered including Departmental administration, pay and allowances, and personnel services.

"Ok you meatheads this morning you have another guest lecturer who will take the class for the whole forenoon," Sargent Leonard Barkly looked pleased that he would have the morning off.

The door opened and a large African-American woman waddled in. She was wearing a tight blue business suit that hardly contained her huge bust and buttocks; her nylons swished as she walked because her thighs were so big. She put down her large carryall on the instructor's desk at the front of the classroom.

"Sargent Leonard Barkly; you white, skinny-ass, motherfucker. You still got the smallest schlong in Balwyn," the woman said without any preamble.

"Sargent Keisha Washington; my cock is still big enough that it makes you wail like a banshee every time I stick it in that fat black bubble-butt ass of yours. You still giving blowjobs to the Chief to keep your job?" Leonard replied.

The cadets looked at each other stunned. The white males amongst them snickered but the rest of the cadets were astounded and insulted.

Keisha walked up to an Asian female cadet sitting in the front row.

"What behaviour did you just witness there Cadet Lee?" she leaned forward and squinted to read Cadet Lee's name bar.

Cadet Lee was still speechless.

The black woman walked back to the centre of the room, nylons swishing.

"You all just witnessed sexual harassment, sexual discrimination, racial discrimination, racial vilification and a little, totally uncalled for, size discrimination," she gave Leonard Barkly the evil eye.

"Thank you for the demonstration Sargent Barley I'll take it from here," Leonard wasted no time in departing.

"As you probably guessed, that dog and pony show was my little intro into what constitutes inappropriate behaviour in the workplace. I am Sargent Keisha Washington, Balwyn PD's workplace discrimination and behaviour officer. You have any complaints along these lines that you can't resolve yourself you bring them to me."

"Notice I said, 'if you can't resolve the complaint yourself', I ain't your Agony Aunt," she began to fiddle with the laptop computer.

"I got three hours of compulsory video instruction here that I'm about to cue up. This subject is mandatory and you are required to requalify every twelve months. That said, you need a restroom break, need to make a phone call, need a smoke, got an urgent need to jerk off, whatever the fuck, you go do that; just make sure you fill out the attendance sheet pinned to the noticeboard."

The video player program came up on the large screen at the front of the classroom.

"The instruction starts now. There will be no Q and A!" Keisha started the video and spent the next three hours fiddling with her phone whilst eating a whole tray of puff pastries.

This summarised Balwyn City PD's attitude to workplace behaviour and equity and diversity. Just like the minimum minority-group quotas laws, the workplace discrimination laws were given lip service.

Penelope was placed on stoppage of leave for the first two months because of the amount of tickets she had accrued but the Commandant of the Academy refused to extend her punishment beyond that, even though he was pressured by Chief Balfour.

"Look Danny I don't want that miscreation wearing our uniform any more than you do but she's top of her class in every subject and confining her to barracks isn't going to break her. She gets Sundays off like the rest of those dumbasses and that's final," the Commandant yelled into the phone.

Penelope was so pleased to be free of the Academy after two months of confinement that she wept. After she had sobbed it all out in her room she fixed her makeup and put on civilian clothes for the first time in eight weeks. Kyle Beamish had flown all the way from California to see her for just one day and she wanted to dress nice for him. Not that it mattered because he took her straight back to his hotel room and had her naked except for her stockings and heels almost immediately.

But once they were naked there was no rush. They sat on the bed facing each other and kissed each other tenderly at first, just pressing their lips together; then Penelope opened her lips slightly and Kyle slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He slowly examined her wet sweet mouth until Penelope couldn't restrain herself any longer and reciprocated, sliding her tongue into Kyle's mouth. Their tongues met and their lips crushed together; they held each other slightly apart, afraid that bodily contact would ignite what they were building up to too quickly.

Kyle fondled Penelope's pert breasts; her nipples were already hard and red like berries. He softly caressed the milky globes, circled her areolae and teased her nipples; she inhaled sharply and shivered all over. They both rested their hands on each other's waists, holding each other apart but craving contact; then slowly, infinitesimally, they dragged their fingers down their soft flesh to their groins.

Both Penelope and Kyle were sporting rigid erections, pre-ejaculate hung in shiny glistening filaments from their penises. Penelope took a strand of Kyle's pre-cum and placed it to her lips, and he took a strand of her pre-cum and did the same. They kissed again, tasting the sweetness of each other's issue as they began to slowly and softly caress each other's cocks.

Neither was prepared to hold onto each other's appendages too tightly or to move too fast in case their suppressed fervour caused a premature ejaculation.

So they sat apart, kissing and gently caressing each other, waiting to see who would be first to surrender to their craving.

It was Kyle.

He pushed Penelope onto her back and she opened her legs wide to receive him and then locked her legs around him when his body pressed against hers. They kissed fervently, their needs unleashed, Penelope reached behind her thigh and found Kyle's erection impatiently probing between her buttocks; she guided him to her sphincter and gasped when he slid himself inside her all the way.

"Oh yes Kyle," Penelope whimpered.

She held him close; her arms and legs locking his flesh to hers. Kyle lay on top of her unmoving, but shuddering with desire. He opened his mouth and groaned then his lips fell on her hers. He was unable to control himself and began to ejaculate deep inside her. Penelope felt him convulse and unleash his seed and she too climaxed; Kyle felt her issue burning into his belly.

They didn't move they just held each other and kissed.

When every scintilla of pleasure had been drawn from their bodies Penelope mewed and encouraged Kyle to climb off her. He was disappointed but not for long. She kicked off her heels and shucked out of her stockings and took his hand and led him to the shower where they started pleasuring each other all over again.

After they had exhausted their desires Kyle took Penelope out for dinner. It was so good to wear real clothes instead of the blue uniform; even the uniform skirts they wore were shapeless and dowdy. The female cadets had seen policewomen wearing tailored skirts made of nicer fabric and although most of the policewomen she observed wore their skirts shorter than the uniform code decreed, they certainly got no grief from the male police officers about it.

Penelope was wearing a simple pink dress, sheer tan nylons, and white high heels; she'd payed attention to her makeup and bushed out her long blonde hair and looked stunning. Kyle was even wearing a blazer with his black jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt. They took their time over dinner. Penelope saw a few of other cadets in the restaurant out with their beaus and she waved discreetly, but few waved back. Kyle noticed.

"Are they giving you grief at the Police Academy Penelope? Is it because of your father or because you're trans?" Kyle held one of her hands in both of his across the table.

"It's nothing Kyle. I don't wanna talk about the Academy ok?" she pulled back her hand.

"I still don't understand this. Why not come back to Berkeley with me? There are law firms there that would take you in," Kyle reached across the table for her hand but she snatched it away.

"What the fuck Kyle? We were roommates and fuck-buddies; don't try to tell me what to do. You sound like fucking Rosemary!" Penelope raised her voice.

Kyle gestured with his hands for her to settle down; people were looking at them.

"Don't you shush me Kyle! I get told what to do every second of every day at the academy; I don't need my bed partner to tell me what to do too!" Penelope stood up and threw her napkin on the table.

"So that's all I am to you? A fuck-buddy?" Kyle stood up too.

All heads in the restaurant turned their way.

"Yeah! That's what I keep telling you! So you wanna go back to the hotel and fuck or should I just go back to the academy," Penelope screeched, and quite a few of the diners grinned.

Kyle sat down and began to drink his wine; refusing to look at her.

When Penelope stormed out she was watched intently by police officer Brin Longmire who was sitting in the restaurant, dining alone. He liked Penelope's sass and he liked her ass and those legs were worth further consideration.

The Balwyn Police Academy was really nothing more than an addition to the downtown Police Plaza, consisting of a barracks, a kitchen, a dining room, a laundry, a parade ground, and two classrooms. The gym and obstacle course were shared facilities with the PD as was the indoor firing range. The Academy Commandant was one of those administrative positions given to a minority, in this case an African American Police Captain. He had a few civilians who worked for him in the kitchen and laundry and who undertook cleaning and gardening duties. But he only had command of a few full-time Police Officers: two course instructors, one of which was Sargent Leonard Barkly, two PT instructors, one male one female, and two firearm instructors.