It says "f" on my license. I am very passable. I know you will not believe it until you see it, but just as an example, at the doctor's office I get asked if I am pregnant (it's a standard medical question). I know how it's like not to "pass" because I went through that period in my transition. When people "read" you they automatically call you "Sir" and "he" - no matter how you're dressed, and even if they don't mean to. Do I ALWAYS pass? No.

Did the cop know? Didn't he know? I don't know. All I know is that he kept calling me sweetheart and honey. That's what started this whole fantasy.

Nobody can know for sure what would happen if I called him. But the potential negative consequences far outweigh the potential positive consequences.

I promise next time I'll post a story with a happy ending.