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?"
I looked behind me into my back seat, and sure enough, half a bottle of whiskey was back there. "yes, but I haven't been drinking - I swear! I just got done running!"
"Ma'am, will you please step out of the car?"
I tried to argue, but it lead to the same verdict. She lead me to the back of her cop car. "You don't have any weapons on you, correct?"
"Where the fuck would I hide them? I'm in spandex and a sports bra!"
She got close to my ear as she handcuffed my hand behind my back..."you need to drop the fucking attitude, or this is going to get real unpleasant for you!"