Believe it or not, I was caught by a policeman and taken to the Police Command Post trailer in handcuffs! He stopped me while I was out one winter evening enjoying a nice drive, while I might add being dressed quite lavishly in my thigh high heeled boots, pencil skirt, long black sweater, winter coat, handbag, and fully made up and wearing jewelry and a shoulder length wig. I was feeling adventurous and quite feminine.
I’d been to various malls and walked through their parking lot to the doors of several stores where people were entering and exiting. I usually go out at night, but generally not to such crowded places. This time, I had on a heavy coat and boots, so I blended in well. It was thrilling to be walking among the various crowds as a regular woman shopper. After a few hours, I decide to take the long way home. I dropped something at my feet and reached down to get it (I did not want it to lodge under my brake or gas pedal.)
Suddenly, blue and red lights are flashing behind me. When I had reached down, I inadvertently swerved outside my lane. I could not find my registration and tried telling the policeman my en femme name. He made me, but was not sure if I was transgender and legally had changed my name to Marian A. After several calls to HQ with no acknowledgement of a Marian A., he asked me to come clean. I told him my real name and hoped that would satisfy his persistence. Although I passed the breath analyzer test, he thought I may have been on drugs due to my swerving on the road. My car was impounded, I was handcuffed, and I was put in his patrol car to go take a drug test.
Surprisingly, at the Police Command Post, I was treated very courteously as a female by both female and male staff members, even the policeman who had stopped me loosened up, calling me Marian even though he knew my male name. I was told that since I was presenting as a female, they would treat me as such. I shouldn’t feel ashamed or uncomfortable about dressing and presenting as a female. They mentioned that crossdressing was quite common and very prevalent in today’s society. I was complimented on how well-dressed I was and how civilly I acted. Even when other “guests” came in escorted by policemen, I was constantly referred to as “Marian” in their presence.
Even though I was detained for several hours, we had a delightful conversation about my clothes and my crossdressing. I was treated as a woman the whole time and was allowed to use the unisex toilet. Of course, the toilet seat was up! But not for long as it then crashed down very loudly as I was preparing myself to sit on it. All I could think of was that I had now convinced them that I was not merely a crossdresser but actually a transgender female!
When the EMT took my blood, he was very gentle and courteous. I was told that no record of my arrest would be kept if the drug test was negative (it was). Eventually, they called a cab for me and the policeman took my hand as I walked down the steep steps in my heeled boots. He walked me across the parking lot to the waiting cab, opened the door for me, and said goodnight MARIAN as he closed the door. I rode to within a block of my home. It was about 3 am, and I did not want the cab to stop under a streetlight by my house; have the cab door slam shut and a female seen entering my house where no female lived! I felt more confident to walk the block to my home and then turn up my walk to the door as quickly and quietly as possible.
I made it! I reminisced about how elegantly I’d been treated by the police staff. I’d spent nearly three hours as a female conversing with other people and being accepted as such. It had made me comfortable talking with a female voice and brandishing female mannerisms: crossing my legs, gesturing with my hands, taking off my coat to show off my figure, and walking the length of the trailer every so often (with a wiggle) to stretch my legs. Again, the women were nice and smiled which further encouraged me. Now, it was time to go to bed, and after I undressed and put on my nightgown and matching panties, I laid in bed thinking: Yes, it was the best experience I ever had crossdressed!