i was telling my SO about sue's busy weekend. i told her that nobody really notices us when were out.
so she asks me, and i'm asking you has anyone every had BAD experiences being out in public?
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i was telling my SO about sue's busy weekend. i told her that nobody really notices us when were out.
so she asks me, and i'm asking you has anyone every had BAD experiences being out in public?
Nope. Not really. Most have been great... No one cared and those that I come in contact are always pleasant. Ok there was this one time I got yelled at by the casino security guard for taking photos of myself on the casino floor.. "Excuse me ma'am...". Lol. But he was really nice about it.
In the mall I ran into a group of teenagers that thought it would be cool to laugh at the guy in a dress. I settled it with the oldest and biggest one of the bunch, when I left they were laughing at him.
I tend to stay away from malls during the weekend after that.
Nope.....not yet.
Really.
Look at it this way: even if you are someone with less than flattering attributes, like let's say you are about the size of Shaquille O'Neal, you are still making someone's sad and dull life interesting when you are out & about. Most of us are somewhere between Shaq and Jennifer Anniston. Interact with people and be happy and confident. It will rub off.
Some smaller "mom and pop" type shops would probably not be so kind towards crossdressers, as they tend to have to fight to even keep a consistent customer base while at the same time building one...some "female clothing boutiques" (if you will, I say that because some are merely used clothing stores...) tend to only have one set of fitting rooms...and they tend to not have many males even set foot in them. Someone who is a very presentable CD might not stir anything up, but an unpassable CD might.
Walmart / Target / the mall can afford one or two stir ups within a reasonable time period without losing business, since so many people go in and out. A smaller store wouldn't have such a luxury since they struggle during certain months.
Well, it obviously depends on if you pass...a snotty rude person won't say anything to a (percieved) woman, but oh boy, if you're read, they'll be all over you. Fortunately, only a minority of people are snotty and rude. That's one reason it's so important to pass if you want to mix it up in public.
Unfortunately, facial features and body type are inherited (although you can at least lose weight to help with the latter).
Fortunately, most people, if they read you, just give you a stare, or maybe whisper something to their companions.
Last month I went to my regular food store dressed as a man and got some interesting looks which for me was not a great experience. I did not think that would of had happen.
I'm not very experienced at being in public, but I can't think of a bad experience. A few bumbles and mistakes on my part, but nothing caused by another. I steeled myself for the worst, but it never happened!
Interacting with men is a bit odd, though. They tend to look at me a few inches lower than I'm used to in male mode...
My friend Christy had a bad experience at Ross last November. I read another thread yesterday about a girl who was stopped at a seat belt check in Georgia and discovered that due to a snafu with her insurance company, her license had been suspended. She was arrested and held over night. During frisking and processing it came out that she was underdressed. The cops were not nice about it.
The good stories are far more common than the bad stories, but bad things occasionally happen.
I have had only one. I was still active duty Air Force, at the time. I got off work, one afternoon, and Missa and I decided to go to the BX to do some quick shopping. I wore a nice polo shirt, pencil skirt, and heeled boots. The next day at work, both my supervisor and NCOIC told me that they had received several phone calls from people that recognized me, in the BX. By the end of the week, I was in my commander's office, in full service dress, being told that my appearance would bring bad press to the military and that I was not allowed to wear skirts on base. That left a lasting negative impression on me, concerning military leadership and the rules they impose. I still haven't quite gotten over it.
Sometimes criticized when out working on a job for a client, our company gets rung up for making a woman do a mans job ,and the job needs a man,also get quiestioned on what im doing,to many male chauvinistic people around in my trade.
Not really. Back in the beginning of my public excursions, a few snickers, but that's about it.
Im am over 6ft so blending in becomes a problem. I have been out numerous time shopping in busy towns and cities dressed and I have had stares, comments like is that a guy, had people follow me and drag their partners round to show me to them, had pointed fingers, giggles etc.
The way I see it is if someone has to take a second look I must be doing something right.
What you mighty have noticed is I have not had any negative or abusive comments or any threats or violence towards me when I have been out and about.
So I totally agree with Nathalie
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Originally Posted by NathalieX66
Yes, well, almost.:heehee:
I was in a restaurant once and when we got up to leave, my skirt headed toward the floor!:eek:
I caught it just in time to prevent others from seeing that I was under-dressed too!:o
Small town Ladys shoe store, 1988! I went in there 'dressed' to purchase a pair of heels! The older ''lady'' didn't want me shopping in her store! Instead of telling me ''she'' called the police! On the way out I said to her that I'm sorry that my money wasn't good enough for her!
Went to jc pennys and had some teenagers follow me until I was at the checkout counter. That was when I knew future shopping trips I would have to look my best. At 6'1 I am a tall woman.
so far, nothing terribly upsetting. An adolescent girl giggled a bit, but her mom was very friendly. I don't take great offense at immaturity from a child. Probably would be more offended if it was an adult.
Nope. The only negative was once when I tried using my natural hair instead of a wig and an older couple in the store stopped and looked and pointed at me from the end of the isle is amusement... until they saw me look their way, then they scurried away. Otherwise, I would have to say, the largest issue is my own attitude...stress, worry and keeping a smile on my face. Once you realize nothing bad will happen its easier to look happy. When you look happy people are more positive toward you.
Well, this story is long and a bit off the track...but it was out in public and definitely a bad experience...so I will share it.
Just over a week ago I made the stupid decision to drive 1200 miles back to the Midwest for a funeral instead of flying. Since the “festivities” were over the night before I decided to make it a CD road-trip home to Denver, since I could dress in my room before departure. (17 hour drive...only about 14 hours if you drive 90mph, :thumbsup:).
I got up, spent a half hour getting all tricked out and was out the door of my hotel and on my way...5” pumps, LBD, stocked cooler and as unbelievable as it was...just a cloudy day instead of the typical rain. I am going to just skip ahead about 5 hours into my trip and get to the “good” part of my story.
I won’t share specifics since I am not sure just who might end up reading this re-cap.
I was on I-xx going the speed limit, minding my own business when I came over the last rolling hill of the road just outside the city limits of a major city. There in the median between the highways sat an intimidating looking unmarked patrol SUV. For whatever reason, my sixth-sense Murphy’s Law feeling kicked in just as I passed by the patrol vehicle.
I looked back in the rear view mirror...and sure enough...the SUV pulled out, whipped around and headed out in my direction behind me. I immediately went into red alert mode...steering with my body as I franticly ripped off my heels, LBD, panty hose and wig and tried to change into my shorts/tee shirt on the passenger seat. (Before they caught up close enough to see me changing).
By the time I had my shorts & shirt on...they were riding in the passing lane next to me, about a car length behind me. No flashing lights...yet. Then they kicked it and blew right by me. At that point I reached over the cooler in the passenger seat to grab the LBD I tossed on the floor. As I was reaching I hit the gear shift and knocked the tranny into neutral! I had no choice but to pull off to the side, stop to a dead stop, and shift it back into drive. (Just what I needed...make a “scene”...).
So, after I accomplished that, I was back on the road again. Just as I cleared the next rolling hill...there was the SUV sitting in the crossover ahead of me. As soon as I passed by...they pulled out and headed my way again...this time with lights flashing. A minute later I was handing over my license, reg and insurance card to an officer sticking his head in my passenger window, who informed me that I was “straddling” the white line going down the interstate (which was absolutely not true). Then, he glanced in the back seat and saw my wig on the back seat... www.dramabutton.com ...
He asked me who the wig belonged to... In my hypnotized road trip state of mind, I blurted out...”It’s my daughter’s”. Wrong answer... He asked me to get out of my vehicle, and the nightmare began...
By the time I came around the back side of my car the other “agent” was there to start questioning me, while one was in the SUV running my data. Both dressed in black jeans, black tee-shirts, black caps, weapons strapped to the lower leg (swat team-ish scenario) and of course...the standard dark “Terminator” sunglasses. These guys were not State Troopers and it was not a Crown Victoria they were driving. These two were on a mission...and I was some how part of it...
There I was standing there at the side of the road, in my shorts/tee shirt with face make-up on...let the games begin...
After returning with my license/etc. the “big guy” repeated his BS reason for pulling me over as “concern for my ability to drive”, then started in with his 50 questions...25 of them being the same ones I just answered a minute ago for his partner. It quickly became obvious that they were convinced I was a drug runner transporting drugs from the East to the West coast, and they were on a mission to become station house “heroes” by busting me.
They started in on the only flimsy justification they could think of...which was the fact that my legs were shaved, eyebrows lined, had make-up on and the wig was “obviously” mine. (Which meant I “lied”). (when I was talking with the younger agent alone, I managed to get him to slip up and mention that my vehicle “fit the profile of a drug runner”>>>>Sports car, custom spoiler on back, tinted glass, my Colorado plate encased in a frame that said “Fort Lauderdale xxxxx” (Florida, where I bought the car and had a condo). All this added up to me fitting the “profile” of a drug trafficker. Go figure...
15 more minutes of trying to trip me up with tricky questions, implicating comments about being a CD and trying to convince me I should “just be honest with them and “own up to the truth” about the wig being mine and what I was really doing driving my car... (Which I of course, I refused to confirm and denied having anything to do with any of their “suggestions”). Next came the “mind if we have a look in your vehicle” question, after they had sufficiently intimidated me, which was quickly followed by shoving a “written consent" form and a pen in my hand and pointing to where I "needed to sign it". I foolishly decided to consent rather than refuse the search...because I wanted to get home ASAP.
Twenty minutes later, my entire luggage and contents of my car were emptied out on the side of the Interstate being attacked by every insect in an entomology manual, lol. They even tore apart my large carry luggage, because they were convinced it was “too heavy” when it was empty. (It had a built-in handle/roller wheel assembly). They discovered my pellet pistol (legal to carry in car) in one of the bags in my trunk, which seemed to be a disappointment upon discovering it was just a pellet gun...and ejected the loaded clip which landed in a pile of dirt on the ground. After coming up empty handed, I endured about 10 more minutes of mind twisting interrogation from them, trying to get me to just “be straight with them about being a Crossdresser with a drug problem”. (It was now about 50 minutes since I was first pulled over).
I continued to admit to nothing and deny everything associated with their objective. I finally just advised them there was nothing to “admit to”, I cooperated fully, I did not have anything to do with drugs.................and it was time for them to go ahead and do whatever they needed to do about it...because it was time for me to call my attorney. They both went back inside their vehicle, after advising me they had to “check in with their supervisor” or whatever the title was....to let him make the call.
They left me standing next to my empty trunk watching bugs invade my clothes on the ground for about 5 minutes...then came out again. They advised me they were going to “cut me a break” this time and to “take off”. I proceeded to pile my stuff back in the trunk and car while doing my best impression of being the incredibly grateful recipient of the generosity of the two for letting me “go”.
After making sure I did not stop until I was out of that politically dysfunctional state, my curiosity got the best of me... I stopped at a rest area, went back to the trunk, and searched everywhere for my pellet gun. Guess what?...it was not there. Gee, what a cough,cough...“surprise”. I guess they just forgot to put it back, eh? Go figure...
Anyway, I know there are several members of law enforcement here...I am not meaning to cast any generalized negative shadows on them or their duties/credibility...
Somebody has to keep an eye what little common sense behavior is left in this twisted moral society we live in these days. It is just like any issue, circumstance or contact with various other organizations and companies unrelated to law enforcement... “s**t happens” sometimes in the course of trying to do the right thing.
“Sometimes you are the Dog...Sometimes you are the Hydrant”. Just another day in Paradox...
So, there is my story. No, there was no cop making me perform oral sex or anything like some of the other law enforcement confabulation recap nonsense that people have posted on this forum, lol.
Hey, I said it was my story, I never said it was going to be an interesting one...:heehee:
Carry on Citizens...lol.
Once a small girl blurted out in a store "that's a man!"
other than that I have had no problems and I live right in the middle of Texas and have gone to some very public places.
Eluuzion, that was just plain scary.
Kitty
Yes, it does happen.
About two weeks ago, I was speaking to a couple of transitioning gals. One of them in particular says she gets negative remarks or bad treatment or outright threats pretty much every day. For example, a guy bicycling by, riding on the sidewalk she was walking on, threatened to knife her if she didn't cross over to the other side of the street (moving off on to the grass wasn't sufficient for him!)
I haven't had anything that bad happen. I've had some annoying things happen like being followed crossing a street by a fellow who said "I know your secret!". There was another time when I was followed as I was walking down the road, by a guy driving a car, who was taking pictures of me and calling out to me things like, "You're cute! Do you want some work at a party later tonight?"
I've also been in some potentially dangerous situations. There is a spot in the city where I have now twice been called after / put down by a gang (and I mean that in the sense of an organized violent group with a gang name and connections to organized crime.) They didn't bother to follow up either time, but I could tell both times that it would not have taken much at all for one of them to get pushy at the very least. Another time, a group of high-school boys threatened me as I walked through an overpass between two malls. A different time, a large and obese boy of perhaps 11 years old started talking very loud about how he hated me and wanted to kill me and wanted to crush my head; he was trying to attract the attention of other passers-by, hoping that they would join in.
I don't recall the other things at the moment.
On the other hand, I have also been treated quite well or even simply just been left alone in places where one would normally expect trouble.
When ou in public I have 'felt' uncomfortable by the looks of some guys, but so far so good... no 'looks' from women. But those looks did phase me out and I lost confidence.
The big story I want to recall is the guy at work who has come out and is CDing every day. He got immediate acceptance in his office area.. this built his confidence... I had the great pleasure of sitting with him at a recent black tie work event, and at a recent informal social event, as well as seeing the office team regularly. He walks about the building 'bold as brass' and is 100% accepted. Not the same on the streets apparently... but nothing major.
I am amazed by his acceptance and I need to get braver!
One obvious thing to do is carry a cell phone preferably with quick dial, set to 911. Where I live you can get 6 years for threatening. With a knike involved, a charge of assault would be more likely even if the victim was not knifed. The second thing is also obvious as well; keeping out of bad areas, such as "a spot in the city..". is essential to anyone, man woman or child who wishes to continue breathing. I had a friend, now deceased, who had a nephew who was warned to keep out of "a spot in the city", and disobeyed so he could go with his friends to watch Asian gangs fight a turf war, and he was shot by a stray bullet. Neither Police or Emergency Medical would enter the scene to rescue him, and he bled to death on the sidewalk. He was 14.
I have been a crossdresser for some 70 years!! In all that time I have never has one single negative remark made to me. Sure, they may have been made but not so I could hear them!! And I have been out dressed enfemme in just about any location you can think of!! I go out now dressed totally enfemme. but with no wig or makeup!! So I am obviously a man dressed enfemme!! Still no comments. People don't care, as long as long as you are dressed more or less decently!
I left a TG Support group meeting after 9:00 p.m. one night heading home only to run into a Thunderstorm just a few minutes after I departed... Unbeknownst to me I had attracted the attention of a car full of college age guys and a couple of younger looking girls...6-people in total crammed into an old trashy looking Ford Sable.
They followed me for several miles in total even turning down otherwise empty street and seemed very intent to match pace with me despite my attemps to first speed up and then slow down, even turning into a Fast food Facilities Parking lot..leaving me somewhat unnerved.
I checked my cell phone to make sure I had service and then pulled back out and made my way down the street towards home I didn't see them pull out behind me so thought they had given up harrassing me...as I pulled up to a double left turn lane at one of the major intersection near home...lo and behold here comes the Sable and as it pulls up beside me this time the two passenger side windows come down and a slew of derogatory remarks are thrown my way....
The older guys in the car seemed content trying to impress the younger females by just how macho they were...so I chose to ignore them and did not make any attempt to return comment.
I already had a planned exit if I deemed it necessary to drive away...I also had my phone ready to call 911 if the situation escalated and as a last resort I had a loaded 9mm handgun in the console of the Dodge Durango 4X4 I drive with me...
I do carry it legally and in accordance to Missouri's Castle Doctrine Law. (Before anyone remarks on my choice to carry a firearm know that I have had professional training with local law enforcement and private agencies...and am very educated on Missouri's Carry Laws. I choose to take my own safety seriously, and that is one thing that will never change!)
I was relieved when the light changed and saw that they decided I was no fun since I had chosen to ignore their obvious attempts to bait me into a confrontation so they sped away....I did take note of the tag number and wrote down a description of the vehicle, its occupants and the last known direction of travel and decided that a call to the local Police department was warranted....I receieved a nice Thank You from the Springfield Police Department after explaining that I was Transgender and returning from a Support group meeting...and made my way on home.
I am thankful that I live in the Uk when I read of the standard of police care of crossdressers that they "find". Once I was stopped by a police car - a minor offence - and I would note that neither policeman queried or remarked on my presentation. That was in the seventies, not in the naughties nor the eighties.
As far as people are concerned I have never had any hassle, with one exception, some boys, aged around ten, followed me into a station, laughing and shouting at my "condition". A nuisance they were, until the train arrived when they lost me. Nobody on the platform bothered with me, they were more amused by the boys.
Last weekend I had a girl weekend with my SO and a LBD party out Saturday night. At the lounge we started out at I caught a couple of double takes. Nothing serious. Nothing the rest of the night. The next day though. We went out to a late breakfast. After ordering at a panera bread. We headed for coffee and napkins. I turned to look over the dinning room floor. An air force mucky muck and his wife? I guess where sitting there. I see him gesture my direction. His lady friend turn around. Give me the clear once over. Next. My SO asked me where I want to sit. I told her. " Over there at that table directly across from the military guy. ". So we did. Figured if he was going to act that way I would give them a close up look without having to try so hard. Plus. If I could make him squirm a little the better. I'm 6'4" without heels and tip the scales at around 230. He didn't scare me. Putz.
Bit of all the times I've been out. Nothing really and. A turned head. A double take. Big deal. No pitch forks or torches.
No bad experiences at all. I'm attending a "Girl's Night Out" hosted by and at my local art museum. I hope it goes well, although I'm a little nervous.
I've painted my nails a light pink before going out, a few people looked but nothing bad came from it.
I guess it all depends on what one considers a bad experience. I got the holy s**t kicked out of me in an underground parking garage. having teenagers laugh or ridicule me isn't in my book a bad experience but more of an annoyance.
An occasional comment (nothing really bad) or the secretive looker who can't take their eyes off me or my friends when we're out, but nothing I would consider bad. Most people don't really care and the rest are generally nice and well mannered.
We were in Kohl's one day and as I was talking to my gf (cd) I spied this little old lady peeking around the rack. She was about 4'8" and it was soo cute. She'd look and then go a few feet away to her husband and whisper and then come back. She did this about 4 times...we got a good laugh out of it.
No bad experience yet. I was pulled over by the local police on my way home from a dinner with the local CD/TS social group. I was dressed but no makeup and not passable. The officer (female) dealt with my minor offence without comment and I was on my way.
We have all had annoyances and some have had bad experiences.
I have had annoyances.
You learn some things -
people who talk trash are usually idiots who are not worth worrying about. I mean seriously, decent people don't go around laughing at others. So for the idiots like the younger insecure males, teenage girls, or the riff raff that infests certain areas, you would not care about then whether you were CD/TS or not.
Take yourself out of the CD/TS mentality for a second and think, "Would I care what they think or would I want to associate with them anyways?" So why care if they don't approve of you being who you are?
Of course do your best to avoid those types no matter what you are doing or how you are dressed.
Also that whole "confidence/passing" bit - I don't pass the greatest but these days I get less harassement than before. Reason, I quit worrying. Confidence does go a long way to avoid harassment.
I think our perceptions can come into play on this too. If you are looking for people to notice, then you will see them notice even if they might be looking for other reasons (you are wearing a cute top...). I have yet to have someone say something to me, but I have some that gave me looks. I must have a lot of cute tops! :heehee:
Once I was at a party and I broke two nails. It was one of the worst experiences of my life!
Yes, I had a bad deal at a Mall, Teenagers spotted me and then proceeded to stare and talk behind my back and I thought the Girls were going to pass out when I went into the Ladies to use the restroom. It was pack and I had to wait in line. No one else said anything, but the girls were also in line and talking about me. I did my business and headed down a narrow hall where the teens were and they had some boys there waiting too. The boys just kind of stared and did not say anything which kinda makes me wonder if they were crossdressers too. Another time a little girl asked her mother, "Is that a Man or a Woman" The Mother said a Woman not wanting to have to explain to the girl about it I am sure. Then one other time I was helping a friend with a Yard sale and a pickup went by with some guy in back that was drunk, he yelled out all kinds of things I am sure you know what. But that was it out of 1 1/2 years of dressing everyday. I do have a few Lady friends that I met when I was dressing and they are still my friends today.
A month ago, I went to the local hospital to get a heart screen and lung ct scan. Thought I was going to get changed into a gown so I kept my vs underwear on. Well, no gown, just had me lay on the table and then he started to put electrodes on me all over the place. He must of seen my underwear cause when I came out of the machine now there was a girl and the guy taking off the electrodes. Not a word said but somehow the air in the room got just a litlle heavier. Didn't really bother me though...BTW, all test results came back pretty dang good!
Geez, this is serious stuff. So sorry you had to go through thisQuote:
Originally Posted by kellycan27
I am on 'red alert' everytime I am out dressed. So far my fears have not been justified. I have received one rude comment and one constructioon worker laughed when he saw me. I have received several compliments and many smiles from people. When I hear someone laughing my paranoia jumps into high gear until I realize that they are laughing at something even funnier than an old fat crossdresser. I have never come close to any situation which would deter me from going out again.
And I've been dressing for about 55 years and never had an untoward comment or experience. One nice experience occured when I was out for a walk dressed up very nicely, a woman came around the corner, looked me over top to toe and grinned. Doubtless I was read, I smiled back and continued on.
Hannah
Eluuzion, what an awful experience. I'm so sorry! :sad:
Eluuzion, that's a pretty interesting story. You won't say it but I will. We need less morons with badges in this country. It's making the general public dislike our police officers that are competent. That's disgusting, honestly. You should've asked for names.
After 4 years of going out, maybe close to 200 times, my only so-so experiences are minimal, pulled over twice by the police, once in California for a full question and answer plus balance coordination tests followed by the Breathalyzer test, which I passed, then later that same year in Detroit, Michigan for an abbreviated version of the DUI test, which again I passed. I was dressed totally en femme and was more worried about the DUI ticket and its associated costs in fines, court and potential insurance rate costs. Both times I was treated more than professionally. Another time I was riding the rapid transit train home and had an interesting encounter with two just teen young girls who had to make a scene. I think that I handled it well and later had passengers tell me they were ready to step in to support me if necessary. Other than that, all is well and hopefully will remain that way for a long time.
several times i have had problems with guys looking for a hook-up..well lets just say i am happily involved with a gourgous lady and have been for years..i just keep on walking while they try in desperation (are we really that bad as guys?)..another time a young teen approached and started to chat..soon it became apparant the motives were well robbery..one change of my voice and my hand going into my purse and off the perp ran..sad part is this was a wealthy area with a very nice mall..kids today i guess..i do carry a firearm legally but its a big decision with a lot of responsibilty..only you can decide but yes i do carry when out..99.9% of the time nothing happens and for that reason i just have not gone out in many many months..it gets so routine its boring...just be careful in any bar/club district..alcohol and stupidity go hand in hand..
As bad a scene as it would be for you to shoot an attacker, even if justified and legal in your state, imagine how much worse it would be when it comes out on TV and in the newspapers that you were dressed as a female at the time. Talk about being outed! :eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by michelle64
Read yes, problems no. Although I guess being called sir by an old geezer (although he did hold the door for me) when fully dressed did take me down a notch, especially since I felt that I looked especially good that day
I haven't really been out yet so I don't have any bad experiences. I remember one night I was out for a walk, wearing jeans, cream mid-ankle boots with a 3" chunky heel and my black cardigan that has a massive hood (the reason I chose it) that hides my face. Walked past a couple on their 30's I guess and I'm sure they made me but nothing was said. Hopefully when I finally get a decent wig and learn to do my makeup I'll have a good experience my first time properly out.
Thankfully, I've never had a problem (yet). I have run various scenarios in my mind and rehearsed what I might say to anyone (police stopping me, teens in the mall etc) ... but so far I've never needed to use them. I know I get "read" sometimes and I occasionally get what I think are "knowing smiles" but as I said, no one has actually said anything to my face and I've never had anything bad actually happen (yet).
Better to be alive and outed than dead or in critical condition with your secret intact!Quote:
Originally Posted by linda allen
On to the topic though, one night on the way back from the local gay bar (had like 1 mixed drink over the course of 3 hours) and heading over to my friend's house I decided to stop in the parking lot of a grocery store to touch up my makeup. As I'm sitting there touching up my eyeliner and fixing my hair I see flashing lights in my rear view mirror! Now needless to say this was in a very small town in rural NC so I just steeled myself for the impending drama. The cop comes up to my window and is like "license and registration ma'am" so I must of been passing well enough....at least until he saw me in boy mode on the ID...oh boy. He then goes back to his car and in a few minutes 3 more cop cars show up. The aforementioned cop then comes back to my car and asks me to step out of the car. Then the million questions treatment starts as all of the cops start asking me where I'm coming from, if I was drinking, where I was going at this time of night, etc etc.
After a little bit of this it was very obvious they were just trying to get a rise out of me so knowing good ol' me...when pushed, push back! Then they had me do the sobriety test which is no easy feat in 4 inch heels. I kept my cool though and strutted my stuff making sure to put a little extra hip swagger during the walk in a straight line portion. :D Right after though, I walked up to the first cop and demanded to know why I was being interrogated and harassed for no particular reason. He walks over to his buddies, they have a little talk, and when he comes back he tells me they had "good suspicion" that there were prostitutes in the area and I was one of the ones they were looking for....at which point I very pointedly denied the allegation and asked the cop and his buddies if they didn't have a VALID reason for keeping me could I leave unless their police department wanted a sexual harassment lawsuit on their hands. Once I started asking for all of their names and badge numbers they very hastily told me they were "going to let me go this time." Needless to say they were just trying to harass me which I was having no part of. After getting back in my car and pulling out of the parking lot though I couldn't stop shaking for the next 10 minutes and even had to pull over before I could safely drive being so shaken up from the encounter. That's me though...in the heat of the moment I'm cool as an ice cube, but afterwards I'm a total mess.
BTW this same "police" department in 2009 was indicted for corruption and obstruction of justice throughout the whole dept. They just now got the ability to process felony charges back 2 years later. This has been my only really bad experience though except for a few overheard whispers and double takes. It does seem though that police in NC love to accuse us of prostitution because apparently the only reason to them why a man would present as a woman is for sexual purposes since I've had many TG friends who've had the same problems with the police.