Have you ever been pulled over by the police while dressed?
I have been pulled over 2. and each time nothing was ever said about the way I was dressed, and neither time got a warning or a ticket, it must be because i am a blond!
No big deal...maybe I was lucky
I was pulled over in a routine sobriety check. (I was on my way out for the evening so no problem with the BAC.) The officer smiled and said, "This picture on your license does not do you justice." I replied that I was on my way to a party. "Have fun and drink responsibly," he said.
Almost, really scared me.
A few years ago I was really into latex and leather and I had gone to a local park to walk around dressed in a red latex catsuit with black patent thigh highs and a latex hood with a black corset. I had a great time and got back in my car just before a cop car pulled into the parking lot. I pulled off the hood and drove right by the cop shuddering with fear. I don't know what I would have said if he had stopped me.
Needless to say, no more trips to parks dressed like that.
Connie
After work I was followed for a few miles!
I dressed in the car as I was leaving from our work parking lot at 12:30am. I'm a 2nd shift worker so it was dark in the lot and I applied my makeup, set my blonde wig on tight because I have a convertible. I put on my tight black spandex dress, my black lacy topped thigh highs, my 4" heels and my dangle earrings, several rings, a bracelet and I was off for my 15 minute ride home.
As I drove through town, all the bars were near closing, all the businesses were closed as I drove the speed limit all the way. As I stopped at a red light, I saw him, right there behind me, I didn't panic, I just drove when the green light appeared. As we drove through the outter edges of the city into the county I felt he would turn but as we crossed into the county, there he was, I continued to the well lit entrance to the subdivision. He turned as I did. I stopped at the first stop sign, then turned left and he sat there at the stop sign as I drove away. Whoooooo!
I can't imagine what he was thinking, but I know how I felt, I was sweating like a freakin pig. My makeup was just hanging there like in puddles on my cheeks. As I drove up into my driveway and on into my carport, the bright flood lights showed the damage the sweat had done. I had forgot to shave before applying my makeup. It looked horrible, I would have been so busted.
Sweetness and Love,
KenetaO
Where shall we all stand?
Hi to all my sisters -- I wanted to reply, with utmost respect, to the comment posted by Lita::
"I've been so overwhelmed with wanting to be out enfemme, that I was actually contemplating going for a drive to take a past midnight walk on the beach, but then I thought about the possibility of being pulled over because it's Saturday night and late, then saw this thread, and now think I should just stay home... "
I certainly understand, and fully respect, the feeling and the outlook Lita mentions; with that being said, however (and fully understanding that some of us are literally compelled to do almost anything to avoid being outed as our true CD selves) I do want to say that when we simply surrender our human rights and our 100% crystal-clear Constitutional rights without a struggle (as in foregoing what we have every right to do) then we condemn ourselves to a life as second-class citizens. It is simply not true (at least no more than as to any other group, such as stamp-collectors or amateur astronomers) that we who choose to crossdress are law-breakers, or dangerous, or societally undesireable in any sense.
This is not to say that anyone, and certainly not any of my sisters, has some "obligation" to run out and expose herself as CD just to be "politically correct," or simply to make a "political statement;" that would be foolish. But I hope we can all (myself totally included) accept at least the reality that our crossdressing -- however outside the "norm" and however "unusual" it may be -- is completely legal and, in almost every instance, utterly benign.
Hugs and love to all my sisters! Diane