Sissy White Boy Goes Undercover in the Hood! 1 - Sissy White Boy Goes Undercover in the Hood!, #1

Detective Lauren Smith had a problem.

Six months of surveillance, wiretaps, midnight meetings at Denny's parking lots — and her CI just bailed by text. The whole Club Onyx op needed a white girl on stage in heels by eleven. Lauren didn't have one anymore.

Then she looked across the apartment at her boyfriend.

Kevin. Twenty-four. Five foot six. A hundred and forty pounds. Soft face. Long lashes. Hips wider than his shoulders. The kind of boyfriend who did the dishes every night and asked permission before going to bed.

And — for four months now — Lauren had also known he was wearing her panties when she wasn't home.

She'd found the pink thong in his nightstand. She'd heard him practicing a higher voice in the bathroom. She'd seen the package addressed to a name she didn't know — Krystal — show up on the porch and disappear into his closet.

She'd never said a word. She'd just watched. And waited. Because she'd known eventually she'd need it.

Tonight she needed it.

The next morning Lauren came home from the chief's office and sat down on the edge of the bed and asked Kevin to do something for her. A job. One night at a club in the hood, dressed how he liked to dress when she wasn't watching.

Kevin said no.

He called her crazy. He called her cruel. He called her a bitch.

She slapped him.

Then she told him she'd known about the panties for four months.

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Three and a half weeks later Kevin had a new name. A wig. A pair of white wedges. A bra he could clasp behind his back in one motion. A pink cage on his clit dick locked with the only key on Lauren's keyring. Smooth skin from his collarbones to his toes. And every cop at Lauren's precinct knew who he was.

His name was Krystal now.

Lauren walked him through the bullpen on heels. Past Davis at the front desk. Past Reeves in the back row. Past Rodriguez at the water cooler. Every set of eyes in the building on her boyfriend in booty shorts and a crop top with glitter on his collarbones.

She walked him all the way to the back of the hall.

To the chief's office.

Where Krystal saw something through the crack in the door that he wasn't supposed to see.

It was the chief. Black. Hung. Bigger than Kevin in every way that mattered. And Lauren had been taking him in that office every Tuesday since spring.

She'd left the door cracked open. Just enough.

She'd wanted Kevin to see.

What Kevin saw broke him.

What Lauren did about it broke him further.

By the end of month three, Kevin was gone.

Krystal was what came back.

And Lauren wasn't done with her.

Because the Onyx op was still on the calendar — and the only candidate left was the boyfriend who'd just learned what his cop girlfriend really wanted.