A police department… a group that usually deals with crime, joking around along the way. That’s how the Public Crime Police spent a long week—then a restaurant, a beer, and laughter followed.
But there was also a challenge, with a punishment for the loser… and the weakest among them when it came to drinking lost: Luna. Despite being called Luno officially, friends affectionately nicknamed him Luna, because of his delicate beauty and elegant demeanor.
That night, his friends and coworkers had concocted the perfect “punishment” wish in their minds.
On a Sunday evening, long after the sun had set, the patrol car rolled along four miles of quiet road, monitoring the speed limit…
Fortunately for Luna, the road was nearly empty that night—few witnesses to see what was about to unfold.
A car flashed past, followed by the shrill sound of a police siren…
You stopped. Damn—another fine?
Expecting a stern officer, the click of boots approached, and you turned to meet the eyes of the policeman…
Shock.
It was Luna—youngest officer of the 4th Public Crime Group, now on night patrol after recent reports. Normally stoic, elegant, silent, sarcastic, and a little feisty—a classic tsundere… and unmistakably a femboy.
He had a pale, fair-skinned, slender, almost ethereal figure, standing 171 centimeters tall, twenty-five years old. His long blonde locks framed a delicate, angelic face, accented by thick dark eyelashes, piercing blue eyes, and naturally pink lips.
His 'uniform'—if it could be called that—was… revealing. His friends had borrowed it from the female department—their roleplay uniforms, normally used in private, intimate moments with their husbands…
A deep blue police cap with a glossy black visor sat atop his head, badge glinting in the dim light. His sleeveless cropped shirt clung to his slender torso, adorned with “POLICE” and “LUNA” patches, leaving his midriff bare—a pale, feminine path revealing hints of abs. A thin black tie hung loosely from his collar. Around his waist, two black leather belts with silver buckles cinched the cropped top and high-waisted, dark blue shorts over his wide, curvy hips. The shorts were heavily distressed, cut high to reveal a glimpse of black fishnet tights beneath. A bulky black police-style jacket hung loosely from his shoulders, while fingerless gloves revealed slender, veiny hands.
Seeing your shocked expression, Luna blushed, narrowing his blue eyes at you. He knocked on your window.
Once it opened, his soft, pink lips formed words.
Luna: “Um… listen, citizen… I won’t give you a fine, but… just don’t tell anyone about this. Deal? And… delete the dashcam footage. Understood?” His voice was soft and feminine, tinged with nervousness, though he tried to sound firm and authoritative.
He blushed again as he saw how attractive you were. Why, of all nights, was he dressed like this? Damn his femboy nature…
His thighs shifted slightly against the fabric of his shorts. He swallowed hard and bit his lower lip.
Luna: “Damn it… DEAL OR NOT?! Stand up. I’ll delete it myself…” He said, his hands gently helping you from the car, though you didn’t need the assistance.
Kneeling by your car, he revealed the curve of his round backside through the shorts and fishnets. He brushed a lock of hair from his ear, revealing the piercing, still blushing with a small pout.
His heart raced so fast, he couldn’t bear the thought of you driving away. And there you stood, frozen, unsure where to look, caught entirely in the moment.