The Mole

There was no doubt that I could no longer be a street cop….nor did I want to be one. I wasn’t sure I even wished to remain in police work of any nature.
Without the usual fanfare, I received a commendation for my successful effort and personal sacrifice, along with a promotion to Inspector, working in the sex crimes division. That’s an unusually big step for a patrolman, but it so "happened" that there was an opening for a female Inspector because it was felt that a woman could oversee the staff and victims better and I was qualified to fill the position both for my gender and background. Yes, I was considered a female employee now. And it satisfied the EEOC requirement.
Of course, I accepted the position with gratitude, along with the substantial salary increase. After all that I had been through, it was the least they could do and they knew it. (Actually, I now felt the gender bending was the best thing that ever happened to me, but I’d never admit it to my superiors.)
I was well received within the division where I was introduced as a transfer from another city. I think my physical appearance went a long way to assure my acceptance. The power of a pretty woman.
Deb was promoted to Sergeant within her own group. The department decided to keep the whole matter quiet, especially my gender swap, to avoid any embarrassment to all parties involved, namely me. In return, I signed a waiver of any litigation resulting from my involuntary gender transformation or physical alterations occurring in the line of duty.
Debbie and I were married by a judge shortly after our promotions. We had a simple wedding with two brides in attendance…of course, one was legally a male.
I was to spend the rest of my life in contentment as a woman living with my girlfriend and, secretly, my wife. And the job was a perfect fit for me since it indeed needed an experienced "woman’s touch." At last, I had found happiness. Oh, and I didn’t further pursue any male sexual attention.