Guard Duty

She unfastened her garter belts and slid the stockings down, over her bare legs, standing first on one foot and then the other as she pulled the hosiery from her feet. All she wore were her thong panties, which meant that her smooth, creamy buttocks were now also on view. At last, she surprised herself, finding courage enough to plead with the guard. "Please," she murmured, "don't make me remove my panties, too."

"Sorry," the guard replied, "but, for all I know, you could have a grenade hidden inside your cunt."

Cunt! Susan knew that she should be offended, even outraged, by the guard's use of the obscene term to describe her genitals. No self-respecting woman would have tolerated the use of such an expression. However, Susan had lost all self-respect years ago. She trembled with shame, but she did not protest; she did not refuse to comply with the guard's order. Her face burning with humiliation, she tugged the flimsy panties down, scooting them over her creamy thighs, past her knees, and down her calves, stepping out of the underwear to let them lie on the floor beside her discarded skirt and stockings.

"What the hell?" the guard cried, her eyes and mouth opened wide and her tone of voice pregnant with disbelief.

Susan winced. She'd heard such surprise - such shock - before. Usually, it preceded violence.

"You're not a woman," the guard proclaimed, accusingly. "You're a - a - I don't know what! A freak! A goddamned freak!"

"I'm a transsexual," Susan whispered.

"A what?" the guard thundered.

"A shemale - you know, a chick with a dick."

"A chick with a dick?" the guard repeated, sounding offended. "Chicks don't have dicks, mister! You have a cock, and you have balls - that makes you a man." Not only did Susan have male genitals, but her manhood was pierced. At Madame Sharon's insistence, Susan wore a thick silver ring through that looped through the glans, or head, of her penis. It was this adornment that had set off the metal detector.