Kurt stopped and looked around at all the people. He didn't recognize any of them at all. And he knew quite a few people in town, being a civil servant. But there was one person he thought he might have recognized. It was a stripper named Donna Richards. He only knew her because of her boyfriends, who usually got in trouble with the cops. Plus, she worked at a place that occasionally attracted the police's attention. But Donna looked different. Her skin was lighter, her chest was flatter, her hair was shorter ... basically, she looked more masculine than feminine, which was why he didn't recognize her at first, if that was actually her. Maybe it was just someone who was related to her, like a sister or a cousin or something. That made more sense.
"Enjoying yourself?" a woman's voice asked. Kurt turned and saw a woman dressed in a red body suit. "My name's Sonja, by the way," she said, holding out her hand. Kurt reached out with his own hand and shook it.
"I'm Officer Maybourn, of the Lake Point Police Department," Kurt said.
Not for much longer, Sonja thought with a grin. "Glad to meet you."
Kurt looked down and saw that his penis was slipping out of the sling bikini he was wearing. He grabbed it and clumsily pushed it back under the fabric. "Sorry about this," he said, feeling embarrassed. "I don't know how I got into this thing. It's obviously made for a woman."
"Yes, it is," Sonja said.
"Do you know where we are or how I got here?" he asked her.
