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Cop a Feel - Commission (Tg)
🕑 Added 2025-06-19 16:00:11 +0000 UTC"All this because of jaywalking," I muttered to myself as I buttoned a polo shirt over the boobs I never asked for. I pulled up the tight leather pants that were part of my uniform. "I'm never going to reach my quota at this rate," I told myself as I finished dressing and collected my equipment attaching it to my vest. I sighed in my cutesy voice and left the precinct, hoping that I'd be able to make a proper arrest and regain my old, male body.
"Sure, no one got harmed THIS time," the prosecution told the jury as I was in court over a stupid jaywalking ticket. Normally, when I received a ticket, I'd either pay the fine or contest it in court, but I didn't get the chance since I was arrested for it. "But what if he caused an accident as someone swerved to avoid him?" The prosecutor continued, "He could've killed someone! He did it in front of a school for God's sake, he could have killed a child!" I looked aghast at these accusations, appalled at the lengths this man was going to villainize me, but what scared me more was that the jury seemed intrigued, writing every last word down. "It's not looking good, Chief," my attorney whispered to me, "I suggest going for a plea deal." I was sure the jury would see sense so I denied the plea deal and insisted that I be properly tried, but against all odds, I was found guilty. "You have two options," the judge told me, "6-months jail time or you enroll in the police department's new 'Supercop' program as community service." I was shocked at the punishment for simply crossing the road but seeing no other choice, I accepted the latter and the PD took me away to begin the program.
"First, we inject you with this new serum meant to increase your athletic abilities," a man told me as he presented a syringe. "And that's safe?" I inquired. "Probably," he responded before plunging the needle into my arm. Immediately, I felt it take effect, changing my physiology. "I think it's working!" I said as heat built up around my legs and chest. I felt my pecs grow in size, becoming more powerful, except they weren't really. Instead, two perky tits burst from my shirt, sending waves of elation through my body. I panicked at the sight but was unable to move because of the restraints. My legs did get more powerful though, muscle packing onto them but in a feminine way. I ended up getting a firm rear which was complemented by powerful thighs that could easily crush a melon. My core became slim and toned, tight enough to bounce a ping-pong ball off of. And lastly, my sex reversed, leaving a noticeable lack of anything under my pants.
"What the fuck!" I screamed at the man in my new soprano voice, "I didn't agree to this!" "I mean technically we never said you'd be a male cop, soooo...." he responded. "Who the fuck thinks that needs explaining!" I shouted. "Doesn't matter, what's done is done, no report to Sargent MacLeod for your uniform and equipment," he told me before leaving, not giving me time to respond. I did as I was told, unused to my new body but trying my hardest. I made it to the quartermaster and was given my new uniform as well as access to the women's locker room which would've been a dream had I not actually belonged there. After almost an hour of fumbling to put on the uniform, I found the chief and was given basic parking ticket duty. Easy enough, I thought, completely unaware of just how incompetent I would be.
After a grueling 10-hour shift of catcalls, angry people waving citations, and a general lack of knowledge of how my body worked, I managed my way back to the precinct, clocking out and heading to my home where I immediately passed out. I awoke for my next shift, somehow forgetting my new body already which caused a second wave of dysphoria as I showered and dressed, still unable to grasp how a bra worked. I returned to the precinct to be met with the police chief who instantly began chewing me out. "You gave a ticket to ____!" and "You didn't fill out the ____ form!" was the kind of reaming out I was subjected to before he hit me with an eye-opener. "That's gonna add another month to your sentence!" He told me before leaving me to contemplate that and clock in. I sighed at the possibility that I'd be a woman for a while, forced to work for the police department.
What I didn't know was that they never planned on letting me leave because then they'd have to admit that the serum reacted wrong with me, making it permanent and they didn't want to open themselves up to a lawsuit. So I had to dance the bread and circus for the ultimate reward that I would never have again, my manhood.
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TacoCaps
I can think of worse "punishments"...
