Chapter 1

Glenbervie Police Station...

It was late. A little before midnight.

And for most of the evening, it had threatened rain.

However, as the thirty year old ‘Trainee’ sat back in her chair, she now noticed how Constable Cheryl Anne Blake was silhouetted in the moonlight. Constable Sonya Campbell looked over her younger colleague with an approving eye without saying anything. ‘Cherry’ as she more commonly known, was a slender dark-skinned twenty-two year old brunette with a sense of style. Vivacious and outgoing, she could be a little too self-assured for her own good at time.

Nonetheless, as Sonya now reclined back comfortably in her large office chair, she licked slowly at her moist quivering lips in appreciation of ‘Probationary’ Constable ‘Cherry’ Blake. Not that she expected anything to happen. Neither did she really consider doing anything – ‘Cherry’ was openly bi-sexual, and it was no secret that she’d been sharing a bed with both the much older Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington and ‘Acting’ Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara. The unsuspecting young policewoman was part of ‘The Sisterhood’ – a select cadre of Bi and Lesbian police officers stationed at the Glenbervie Police Station.

And the thirty year old knew what that meant.

Sonya Rebecca Campbell was almost persona non grata within the ‘Uniform Branch’ at Glenbervie. She was something of an ‘Outcast’ and she knew it. Ever since arriving at the small suburban ‘Uniform Branch’ after the ‘Police Training Academy’ at Glen Waverley, she had been warned off the other Policewomen - ‘The Sisterhood’ hadn’t wanted her. And neither had her new male colleagues at the Glenbervie for that matter. Though on occasion, Sonya had thought that she’d caught a fleeting glimpse of utter ‘hunger’ in their eyes as she walked into a room. She was however, just a ‘Trainee’ and had been able to do little about how she was treated. Openly despised by ‘The Sisterhood’ at Glenbervie and the neighbouring Essendon North Police Station, Constable Sonya Campbell had reluctantly accepted the status quo. But she wasn’t happy.

If anything, ‘Cherry’ was proving something of a welcome distraction.

Closing her eyes, Sonya uttered a muffled sigh.

She was something of an ‘Occupational Hazard’ - persona non grata within the ‘Uniform Branch’ at Glenbervie, for she had once been a ‘Stripper’ before joining the Victoria Police. Although that wasn’t quite the whole reason for her treatment. There were rumours circulating that she’d also once been a Prostitute, but again, that wasn’t why she was being ostracised. It was however, the reason given by ‘The Sisterhood’ anyway.

By rights, her previous life as a ‘Stripper’ should’ve been more than enough to see her application rejected out-of-hand, and she knew it. Her decision to become a policewoman had been sudden and not quite fully thought out.

She had been accepted nevertheless. And that too had been a surprise to Sonya, as it had too many in the Victoria Police and elsewhere. Much to her own surprise, the thirty year old had thrived at Glen Waverley – despite being treated at the ‘Police Training Academy’ with a certain disdain by many, she had proved herself ... But the Academy was now just a memory. What had occurred there meant very little to the ‘Trainee Policewoman’ now.

Alone with her thoughts, she continued to study the young brunette in silence.

She couldn’t quite help but think that the fresh-faced Constable Cheryl Anne Blake was just as ‘interested’ in her though. She had sensed that ‘Cherry’ found her attractive.

A fleeting glance.

A momentary look of ‘hunger’ in the twenty-two year old’s brown eyes.

Yet, she was reticent to say anything – the last thing Sonya wanted, was to be spurned and possibly humiliated. She’d suffered enough of that since entering the Academy.

Sonya Rebecca Campbell had no illusions.

Not that her past life at ‘The Crazy Horse’ Strip Club in Melbourne, had really had all that much to do with the contempt that she’d been shown by ‘The Sisterhood’ in particular. If anything, it was little more than their excuse, and she knew it.

Sonya could understand why the policemen may have been uncomfortable with her - she had long been somewhat accustomed to the male perspective on her. ‘Trainee’ Constable

Sonya Campbell was somewhat unique. And perhaps her choice of a career with the Victoria Police had only made her far more the unique individual that she was...?

She had learnt not to dwell on what others thought of her.

But, the inescapable fact was that Sonya Rebecca Campbell was a hermaphrodite.

The newly-minted ‘Trainee Policewoman’ had both male and female genitalia.

And, it was also common knowledge that she was Bi.

Much to her chagrin, it was now also known that she also had something of a large ‘cock’ however, and if anything, that had been just as difficult to come to terms with as Constable Sonya Campbell of the Victoria Police, than just about anything else – her genitalia was now the subject of much rumour and innuendo, and that was proving a little too problematic at Glenbervie.

Not that it really mattered now.

She could change nothing.

Notwithstanding it all, she was determined to make a go of the Victoria Police.

One way or another, she would carve out a niche for herself as a Policewoman - she looked good in uniform and she seemed, to be both capable and professional, in spite of all the hostility often directed towards her.

Seated at the watchousekeeper’s large desk, she did however, appreciated the irony - Constable Cheryl Anne Blake may have been only twenty-two years of age, but she was both more experienced and ‘senior’ to the thirty year old. She had joined the Job some three years earlier. Sonya was but a ‘Trainee Policewoman’ in spite of her thirty years.

Alone with her thoughts, she continued to watch ‘Cherry’ – the front door to the small Glenbervie Police Station was now locked securely, and there had been nobody come to the front counter in several hours. Nor had there been any telephone calls.

They were all on their own in their cloistered Watchousekeeper’s Office.

But, as she studied the young policewoman in silence, Sonya now saw ‘Cherry’ unbutton her uniform shirt. The hermaphrodite bit her lip. This, she had not expected. Constable ‘Cherry’ Blake was officially, the rostered ‘Watchousekeeper’ and Sonya just there to learn. However, they’d rarely spoken. Not that there’d really been much to say.

For the most part, they’d just focussed their attention on their paperwork.

If anything, ‘Cherry’ had seemed almost reluctant to speak. Nervous even...?

And, Sonya reluctant to cause the young brunette any more discomfort.

She wasn’t in a mind to tempt fate - ‘The Sisterhood’ appeared to hold her career in their hands, and the last thing, she wanted to risk, was her tenure with the Victoria Police.

Nonetheless, she now pushed her paperwork to one side and continued to watch Constable Cheryl Anne Blake intently as the young brunette now carefully knotted her crisp uniform shirt ‘halter style’ about her slender waist, in something of a ‘non-regulation’ fashion. And that too, took the wide-eyed hermaphrodite by surprise.

It was still warm. Thirty degrees Celsius or so.

And there was no air-conditioning.

Remaining tight-lipped, Sonya could only watch in silence as the twenty-two year old stood up.

Hesitating a moment or two, ‘Cherry’ tugged at the collar of her policewoman’s uniform shirt - she then pulled at her left shirtsleeve and uttered a muffled sigh. It almost seemed to Sonya, that ‘Cherry’ thought herself quite alone. They had not said a word to each other in well over an hour. With her back to Sonya, ‘Cherry’ hesitated. She carefully tightened her knotted shirt and muttered something to herself.

It was something that Sonya had not expected - it was no secret that Constable Cheryl Anne Blake was Bi. If anything, it was something of a pre-requisite for ‘The Sisterhood’ as there were no ‘straight’ policewomen at Glenbervie. Christened the ‘Slut Squad’ some time ago, the small Glenbervie ‘Uniform Branch’ had something of a reputation as being an unofficial ‘dumping ground’ for problematic Bi and Lesbian police officers, and that was why Sonya had assumed that she’d been sent there.

‘Cherry’ wore no bra. That was against Regulations.

But neither did Sonya.

Nor many of the other girls at Glenbervie for that matter.

Nobody cared. But there was a trademark.

And, that was their uniform shirts - ‘The Sisterhood’ liked to roll their short-sleeves even shorter, and they tended to wear their shirt collars pressed flat.

They all preferred to wear the issue silver chain lanyard about their necks as well - tucked neatly beneath the collars of their crisp pale-blue uniform shirts, the lanyard had their Victoria Police ID badge attached to it.

Unlike many policewomen in Melbourne, the almost redundant uniform skirt was also worn more often than not, as were non-regulation dark-blue stockings in lieu of the issue pantyhose.

And, they favoured the fashionable black ‘court’ shoes normally worn by non-operational female police officers, over the normal ‘lace up’ orthopaedics too.

In order to better fit in, Sonya had followed their example - it had done nothing but draw the ire of ‘The Sisterhood’ though. Not that she cared what they thought now. She only had another month or so, as a ‘Trainee’ at Glenbervie. Nonetheless, she like their trademark uniform style, and had adopted it as her own as well.

Sonya had kept wearing her uniform like they did - it was now her fashion statement too,

Unbeknownst to her embattled older colleague, Constable Cheryl Anne Blake could see ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya Campbell’s reflection in the nearby window. The seated hermaphrodite had an almost ethereal aura around her – the thirty year old hermaphrodite silhouetted by the harsh fluorescent light from the adjacent front foyer.

At first, Sonya’ didn’t notice that ‘Cherry’ was now looking her over.

And that caused the young brunette policewoman to smile.

She knew how ‘The Sisterhood’ felt. And, she’d seen how they treated Sonya.

However, she’d been unable to quite comprehend why her female colleagues so disliked Constable Sonya Campbell...?

Constable Cheryl Anne Blake licked slowly at her lips - knotted about her slender waist, her knotted uniform shirt accentuated the arable contours of her small but firm breasts, as she turned to face the ‘Trainee’ once more. She opened her mouth to speak but words failed her. They were still quite alone. And so, ‘Cherry’ had decided to ask - she just didn’t know quite how, as she sat back comfortably, on the other desk,

“S-So then...?” queried Sonya.

Only moments before, she’d realised that ‘Cherry’ had been looking her over - it confirmed a suspicion that she’d had for almost a week,

“C-Constable Blake...?” she continued, taking her younger colleague by surprise,

“Like what you see, Cheryl Ann...?” she asked the brunette - Constable Cheryl Anne Blake nodded,

“ ... Cherry...” she corrected...

“S-So then Cherry...?”

“You want to ask me something, don’t you?” Sonya enquired, sensing that the twenty-two year old had something on her mind - taking the initiative, the hermaphrodite ‘Trainee Police’ then asked...

“What is it that you want to know, Constable Blake?”

“B-But...?” protested ‘Cherry’ - she no longer felt confident that she was doing the right thing,

“We’re all alone, Cheryl Anne?” Sonya assured the young policewoman,

“It’s just you and me now, isn’t it, Cherry...?”

“S-So what is that you want to know huh...?” Sonya demanded to know - Constable ‘Cherry’ Blake hesitated. She was usually far too self-assured and outspoken, for her own good, but was now quite reticent to answer,

“What would Sergeant McNamara say about your shirt, C-Constable Blake?”

“... ‘Wild Bill’ O’Donoghue?” the hermaphrodite teased – ‘Cherry’ hesitated.

Sonya sat back in her comfortable chair and began to unbutton her own uniform shirt...

“And, I thought I was supposed to be the ‘slut’ here at Glenbervie too...?”

“ ... Cherry?” prompted Sonya,

“I know that it’s really none of my business, S-Sonya...?” conceded ‘Cherry’ nervously.

The fresh-faced young policewoman hesitated. She needed a moment to think.

A little time to consider her words...

“I was just curious, you see, Sonya?”

It almost seemed, that ‘The Sisterhood’ detested the thirty year old hermaphrodite far more than the men at Glenbervie, and that too ‘Cherry’ couldn’t quite understand...?

However, she had long been somewhat curious about Constable Sonya Campbell,