I already knew I was bisexual at this point, but the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore year in college is when I truly discovered myself.
I was a point guard in college, and and I have always prided myself in fitness. At the time I was about 5'9, 145, pretty solid. I wasn't like I am now (I do figure shows). Blonde hair, fairly tan.
I had just got done running sprints down at the field, so I was in spandex shorts and a sports bra driving home. I noticed the cop car behind me as I looked at my speedometer - 50 in a 25 - fuck!
The cops car followed me for a bit, then flashed its lights as I turned onto my county road. I waited and saw a short hair, stalkey, individual walking to my car. I made sure my C cup boobs were pressed up nice and high, thinking this was a male.
"Know why I pulled you over?"
I started to reply when I was tongue twisted..."No, I don... you're a girl?"
She chuckled: "Yeah, looks like you're shit out of luck! Bet you wish I was a guy to admire that body of yours, huh?"
I blushed a little as I looked her up and down for a minute; her arms were huge for a girl! She was 5'11, around 160, and had more muscle than a lot of the guys in this town!
"Ma'am, is that an open container of alcohol in your car?"