Lawyer's adventures - part 3-5 (Patreon)

Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lawyers-part-2-99532813

Part 6-8: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lawyers-part-6-8-100082688

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Jeremy paused - just for a moment. He must have come up with a way out, but nothing came to mind. His thoughts were clouded by fear and confusion, and the feeling of powerlessness was driving him crazy. Jeremy looked down at the denim-covered cock, and the next second found something to help him.

"¡Te demandaré por acoso!" (I'll sue you for harassment!) He screamed, grabbing the driver's cell phone that was lying on the dashboard and quickly dialing emergency number.

"What? What the fuck are you doing?" driver shouted, trying to snatch the phone away. But Jeremy pushed him with his foot and started talking loudly into the phone.

"Por favor, ayuda! Es un asaltante, tiene una pistola, ayúdeme! ¡Auxilio, por favor!" (Please, help! He is a thief, he has a gun, help me! Help, please!)

"Give me back my phone, now!" driver shouted again, but his face changed color. "What the fuck did you tell them? Who did you call? I have nothing! I'm a respectable man!"

Suddenly, the taxi door swung open, and Jeremy looked up to see a police officer standing there, his hand resting on his belt, close to his gun.

"What's going on here?" the officer demanded, his voice stern. Jeremy, still clutching the phone, jumped out of the cab, his heart pounding.

"¡Oficial, gracias a Dios! Este hombre me está... me está... " (Officer, thank God! This man is... he is...) Jeremy struggled to find the words, his mind racing with panic. "He want that" Jeremy showed with his hand and big finger on his mouth, trying to mimic fellatio, which made his face flush with embarrassment.

"She's lying, officer! She's trying to steal my phone!" The driver interrupted, his face twisted with rage. "I picked her up in the middle of the street and she hasn't paid me. When I stopped her, she said that she would suck me, but when I refused, she started yelling that I raped her! She is a thief and a whore, she is!"

Jeremy trying to understand what he heard, but only word 'whore' echoed in his ears. It was very humiliating. He remembered that he didn't have any legal documents, money, and even his phone. He was just a girl, alone and vulnerable, with no way to prove who he really was. And the driver had a good chance of getting away with this.

As Jeremy stood there, feeling utterly vulnerable and helpless, the police officer regarded him with a mix of suspicion and concern. Jeremy tried to explain himself, stumbling over his words in broken English.

"Officer, please, you must believe me," Jeremy pleaded, his voice shaky with fear. "I am not... I am not... what he says. He... he tried to... he wanted..."

"Look, miss, I understand this is a confusing situation," the officer said in a calm but authoritative tone. "But we need to get to the bottom of what's happening here. Do you have any identification on you?"

Jeremy stared blankly at the officer, not comprehending the question. "What? I no understand... ¿Puedes repetir, por favor?" (You can repeat, please)

"Any ID, miss? A driver's license, passport, anything? And a name, please?"

"Oh! Sí, lo siento," (oh, yes, I am sorry) Jeremy quickly said. "Mi nombre es Jeremy. Jeremy Banes." he looked down at his breasts, realizing how silly he must sound right now.

The policeman almost choked on his own spit. "What did you just say, miss?"

"J-Jeremy. My name is Jeremy Banes" Jeremy repeated. The officer smiled widely and chuckled. "Jeremy Banes. Is that a joke? This is the best one I've heard all year, miss!"

"No miss, no señorita" Jeremy replied quickly. "I'm Jeremy, man!"

In this moment driver started to laugh simultaneously with the policeman's laughter "I told you! She is a crazy woman! A thief and a whore! She said she was a man! This is a joke, isn't it, miss?"

"Yes, yes, a joke!" The officer smiled widely, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "That's a good one, miss. A very funny joke. But seriously, now, show me some ID. You can't be serious."

"No, no, llame al laboratorio de Heverson & Associates al... maldita sea, no recuerdo esta dirección" (call the Heverson & Associates laboratory at... damn, I don't remember this address) Jeremy glared at the driver and added "¡¿De dónde me recogiste?!" (where did you pick me up from?!)

"Miss, miss, calm down, I can't understand a word!" the driver tried to speak in a calm tone. Officer also looked at Jeremy confused. "Are you Spanish, Miss? I'm sorry, but I don't speak Spanish. And looks like we'll have to go to the police station for further questioning"

"¿Qué? Police station? No! I need go work! Very big work!" Jeremy panicked, still not fully realizing all possible problems.

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"Miss, can you tell me your full name and date of birth?" the male translator at the police station asked Jeremy, who sat on the edge of a chair, shaking.

"My name is Jeremy Banes. I was born May 3, 1985. But I'm not a girl. I am a man, I turned into a girl. There is a device in the laboratory, that..." Jeremy explained, but the translator just waved him off and talk to the police.

Jeremy couldn't understand a single word and sat on a chair in the corner, wondering what was going to happen to him.

"So, what do you say, miss? We checked the address that you gave us, and Heverson & Associates don't exist" the officer told her a few minutes later.

"What? No, no, no! They have a big office in this town! They are famous, you can search it on the internet! I don't lie!" Jeremy exclaimed. Translator looked at him, frowning.

"We also searched information about Jeremy Banes, but there is no match in our data base" the officer continued. "So, it seems that you are in trouble, miss."

"What? No, no, it can't be!" Jeremy shook his head, refusing to believe what he was hearing. "It's not true, officer. It can't be! I am a lawyer! I am a very successful lawyer! And Heverson & Associates is my client in the court! Look, I'll prove it to you! Call my secretary, her name is Lisa... she is an old woman, short and chubby. Or my partner, Michael, he's tall, black-skinned, and..."

But translator not listening, instead, he told the officer something. "She's talking nonsense. I think she's drugged or pretended crazy." Jeremy looked at them, not understanding what's going on. "Did you check her fingerprints? Maybe, we will find something."

"The results have just arrived! We got a positive match!" the officer opened the information on the computer "So, it says here, that she is... Jeremina Banessa, born 2000, in Venezuela. She has no criminal record, but apparently, she is not a citizen of United States."

When translator was translating, Jeremy couldn't believe his ears. This is the biggest bullshit that he has ever heard. And the translator continues to say the same stupidities, repeating what is written on the screen.

"This is a mistake! This is not true! I am an American, born and raised in Seattle, Washington!" Jeremy shouted. "This is fake! Someone changed my records and put their data instead! They did it to make fun of me, or... or... or something! I don't know!"

"God tell her to shut up please, or I will arrest her" said the officer tiredly. Jeremy heard the words 'shut up', 'arrest' and decided to do as they asked him. He was confused, exhausted, and didn't know what else to do. He had no papers, no phone, no money, and no proof of his real identity.