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Last night (a Monday) I shaved my legs and arms, put on some shear black pantihose, 4 inch platform sandles, nylon miniskirt, black and gold lame stretch top over D-cup silicone breasts, wild red and blonde full-head wig, and full makeup with ruby-red lips and hit the streets. I had gone out en-femme ostensibly to see the Miss Rich's (a big disco) At-Large, a T-girl contest for girl's over 200 pounds. When I got there I found out that a friend had told me the wrong date. Not only was there no pageant but the club was closed. To make matters worse, I had to go #1 and it was way too far to go home not to make a stain on the carseat! I knew of another gay (or in this case more CD - oriented bar) not too far away so I drove to that one. I was just Last night (a Monday) I had an experience getting pulled over by a Houston city police officer that I'd like to share. I've had some pretty bad experience with cops in male attire and this one occurred with me in high-heeled sandals, shaved legs, lycra mini, spangled little top going to take my pee, have a beer and say hi to the bartenders Jack and Larry who have been there for the three or four years I've been going there. However, there was a livelier crowd there than I thought for a Monday with no FI show, three or four other T-girls, and ten or twelve respectful guys as well playing pool and the jukebox. I ended up settling in for at least three hours! The worst thing almost turned out to be two of the nice fellows. One was a handsome latino about my age and another a distinguished older white fellow about 55 or 60. Even though I told them immediately that I was married and not cruising for a boyfriend they were enjoying talking to me about all sorts of subjects, including tips for growing sod under a dense tree!, and insisted on buying me drinks whenever my cup went dry. Well finally at almost 2 AM I turned down the one fellows' drink offer, made my farewells and headed home, not drunk but definitely "feel no pain". Not one mile down the road a Houston Police cruiser passes me coming the opposite way and sets the sirens and lights flashing. I was just sure that it was some redneck cop who recognized through my open window with my long blonde mane streaming out that I was a crossdresser and he was itching to mess with me and haul me in to the station so he could get a few laughs at my expense . The other thought that occurred to me was that I really was weaving a bit and he didn't recognize my CDing but was going to give me a breathalyzer (that I would probably fail). Either way I thought that I was going to be doomed. When the cop finally got out of his car he came over and politely asked me "Madam" (I LOVED that) to give him my Driver's License and insurance card. No sign of recognition that I was a guy. First I opened my purse and sheepishly gave him my male-pictured DL. Even after that no comment at all or harsh look. Bless his little heart! Then I began digging through my jam-packed glove box filled with every repair receipt that I'd ever received in owning this car for 7 or 8 years. Just couldn't find the papers. I almost started trembling thinking that he'd find my confusion a sign of enebriation and order the breathalyzer test. He then asked me if I knew why I'd been stopped. I tried to act very unrattled and reasonable and said "No, officer (not 'occifer' as I'd been known to do when stopped as a teenager) I really have no idea". He replied that my front headlight was out and that it was very dangerous driving down this busy but dark street at night and that he'd have to go back and write me up for two tickets for not having proof of insurance and a defective headlight. Even so I breathed a heady sigh of relief that I wasn't getting a DWI and being brought into the city jail's randy population of women-starved men! At right about this point another police car cruised up, checked me out, and asked the first officer if he needed any assistance. I thought, "Oh, No, now the redneck fun starts!" but the first waved him off and said that everything was under control, just a routine traffic stop. After he went back to the cruiser I made a second search through the glove box for the insurance papers. This time a found it inside a folded receipt that I had overlooked before. I called out the window that I'd found it. He came up to check and said "I'm glad, Ma'am. You sound like a nice lady and I had a feeling that you weren't bullshitting me like most people do when asked for the papers and they know that they really don't have them. I'm going to let you off with a warning on both counts. Just go get that light replaced first thing tommorrow". I thanked him profusely for the second chance. I didn't tell him so but I was shocked and amazed that he not only didn't hastle me when he found out that I was a man en femme, but he actually respected my assumed and inner choice of gender and addressed me as a lady, even after seeing my driver's license and male picture. It's nice to see that the old south really is changing, at least in Houston. Wonder if cops here are given any sensitivity training on transgenderism or if this individual officer is just a swell guy. I thought about getting his name and badge number and writing his supervisor a complimentary letter but figured that it might get him a lot of razzing from his less enlightened compatriots. But whoever you are ,copper, A JOB WELLDONE. Thanks for PROTECTING the gay and transgendered community, NOT hastling them! |
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